first time here, looks like the red dots on "Bio"/
gotta ask, you really a chemist or are u just "bi" yo/
ohh... ya killn me wit my man pun all up in ya sig/
surprised it aint a pic of white transvetite rock`n blonde wig/
you got me think`n this site full of blind kids/
how bout next time ya post at least try an rhyme bitch/

your punches are to fucking terrible to resemble a twist mans//
becaus the closest your gettin to an "ill punch" is bein a "wrist band"//
this, damn...you just destroyed this cypher wit' your flow as bait//
so I'm happy when you dropped, you didn't drop more than 8!//
this whore ain't great, I've seen sluts but this one is weaker..//
because i told him to drop the beat, but he didn't know the proper Persey - jer//(procedure)

haha...lol.

brooklyn newyork, bitch you lyan'/
you've never even seen a baby momma cryin'/

you've never been to the streets, face it period/
your rhymes suck, but mine rip, i'm serious/

when you hear this, you're gonna be as mad as your avatar/
you'll go to your incest family and ask back your big guittar/

Oh shit this fool think hes knows about crime//
He probably does, figuring hes too stupid to rhyme//
I hope ya know writtin lyrics wastes your time//
it'd be better to take vocab and try to climb//
its about time to be done with you//
shit so weak, might as well come with a new debut//

Cuffs'll fall, when i rip his arm N break his left knee
N cut him with a hack saw, like prisoner escapies
ya great? please!, H's on his way to be a super fag
So i'll take him up the path of greatness...dragged in a body bag
ya body sags, when I kick him in the back of the chest
until his nipple's at his knees, like talkin bout his momma's breasts
you don't impress me, unless B you truly quittin rap
since u can find a handcuff, usually behind a niggas ass

oh shit...my computer froze up and i couldn't post in time...this is for drizzle.......

on the real that shit was the weakest shit i saw
N ask for drizzle bein wack, shit when it rains it pours
you whore, you get raped one bar at a time
which means all 8 of mine, and ya nursery ass lines
N don't wine you get tied with a turnicate vine
with spikes that find N intertwine with every link in ya spine

^^key...

well itsa little past the time to hurt u/
its 42 after nine past your curfew/
you nearly 3 hours late thats gonna hurt dude/
i could rap in sign language and merk you/
my bag of rymes is ANDRE GIANT/
yours couldnt fill the soc on a SMURF FOO/
just be ya self and walk around in a skirt boo/
thats right im pullin ya card/
and flashin the pictures of you in the girdie/
ill smack this cat so hard he'll spin an do
SEVEN THURTY

yo dawg, you seem to keep gud track of tha time
den u shud know, wif shit like dat u wasted it
my rhymes like weed wif bit of extra flava laced wif it
life is wot u make of it, u keep spitting and u wasted it
im juz trying to get it through ur thick skull
my lyrics dangerous and quick like tha blast of ma pis-tul (pistol)
i cud be blind and still get enuf personals to diss u
and shoot lyrics like a bullet and still not miss u
juz to tell u, u got a serious mental issue
my lyrics rip u, like a piercing doz to da tissue

-1-

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I cant find words to describe you..
your like a cheap shampoo..
used once then thrown away..
Look at you now giving it 2 ya dady up the butt, you must be gay..
I never planned to battle a faggot like you..
Judges plz give this mug a boooooooooooo..
Haha look at you in the corner trying 2 hide...
Im sorry but you must be the uglyest man alive..
So leave me alone famoose be gone..
Get up off my jock, go beat-off with chi chi chong
Damn your rhymes were weak..
sniff sniff.. you musta queefed..
come back again you might get hit with a brick..
Get out of here you cum bubbling prick..