Yo man ya rhymes need a lot of work
you're battle verse is garbage like ripped shirts
seems more like ya got tits and a purse
that wack shit won't get attention like high school nerds
pass the blunt and i surely won't cough
you better stop dropping otherwise your embarrasment won't stop
for now keep outta cyphers cus you can't handle it
you're a mess like wet diapers and kid you ain't talented
enough to step in the ring with me like butter bean and ali
i'd make shorter work of you then cleaning a kitchen that's already been cleaned//

spit bars on ballots until my campaign ends/
walk with a drunk stagger like champagne timbs/
can't be him, talking greasy with bars you a chump/
your lyrics lack content like the papers that roll blunts/
don't front, stop fakin/
I'm more like ruben you clay aiken/
from american idol/
paper champ so I'm tearing your title/
leave you crushed like leaves and chronic seeds from your local supplier/

this bitch is tryin to rip with lines from american idol,
how can you be champ when all ya thougths are suicidle,
i dont even have try to come and take you out,
that flew out the window soon as you opened up ya mouth,
but with out a doubt, i feel soory for killin a drunk,
thow you in the river and watch you body go *kerplunk*,

(lemme tell u like this nigga)
yo rhymes suck, bitch, like a baby on tits
u fuckin dick yo record shows (0-0) jus how much pussy you get
look up to me yo stature is low and mine is higher
its a shame u had to take ya first loss on a cypher
ya rhymes are pittyfull nigga stick to ya day job
who needs a gat for yo ass my rhymes will do it with no prob
youve officailly been broke in so go run tell dat
and heres a finger, Fuck You pussy, moan and groan on that

you aint higher than me bitch, so dont even try to deny it,
you wanted to step up but it was to high to hike it,
cause when da moon comin out then the sun comin in,
i rip with a murderous rhyme and send you shit to next of kin,
their you go again, talkin shit with a 1 and 1 record,
you aint holdin up nothin but you can call me the double decker,

Tido, knows my rhymes are tighter than a speedo
Being a bigger Jackass when he spits than Steve-O
Takin more sticks from behind then track relay runners
so you wanna be the best? Take a number
Get to the end of the line and lemme finish everyone off first
Im more tired of you then i am of gettin record deal offers

bleh...i cant write worth shit tonight

yo profsc look at ur album cover pictures,
they aint nuthing but a couple of bitches,
royce 5'9 ha, looks like the latest diss the rb member,
u need to take ur shit over to the whackness emergency centre
bitch no wins, me to, but look at ur posts,
you need to battle me and lose like ur suppost,
may b then u can go battle sum 1 whack,
just like that lst kid who dissed me ,
i'll kill wen i spit bck, because u missed me,

Yo DAN wanna B.... NAS... what the fuck meng..
that ryme you spit was shit I spit shit that'll split...
your cranium in 2 like your girls split ends....
Find ya corpse in the trunk of my smashed benz.
The one I hitcha girl in...I mean with the front end...
You need to stop frontin....You know you heard her gruntin..
But I wouldn't hit that for nuttin...
Not even with your dick pumping...
That was the last chick I picked up....

*****And ended up dumping*****

In a ditch by some mountains in such and such county..
Soaked up the trunk with about 9 rolls of bounty..
You dont know shit about me.
Next murder is you two then three and Im counting...
Next nigguh to post is where my gunshots routing.

your brainless kid, i hope u dont think of sinnin/
it dont matter where your from bitch ya fate is given/
have u lookin like ya avatar all outta proportion/
leave ya body in the lake and dump ya head in the ocean/
why take out ya angers by dissin the dude above ya/
u shoulda just sliced ya dad and slapped ya motha/
you ugly fucker...i'll take this time to diss the dude thats next/
post after me and best expect a battle request/

GameTime

who the fuck are u gettin at me before i drop mine/
u talk about a game but didnt make it past halftime/
u out of shape and cant catch ya breath/
cuz i got u runnin around tryin to escape your death/
non the less i can say that nas is great/
u dreamt u were him, but that thought can wait/
u demise is soon and ur in line for heat/
so u wanna battle me?? then post up and get beat/


LameTime BIATCH!!!!!!

__________________
HK The Great

the only way u coud be the shit is if i dumped on u/
i dont need any twins to help me get crunk on u/
fuk it though ure not as gay as ure mentor nas/
that fu is weaker than any diciples of amaz/
he would listen to pac start to cry and applause/
cant fuk wit something so fuked up with flaws/
u bigger biter than any writer ama call u jaws/
ama do like u and diss the next faggot dissin me/
fuk u ure crew ure mom pops religion and country!!!!


KRU KRU KRU KRU KRU KRU KRU KRU KRU

Bitch you want a war then i'll put ya life on lease,
cause im the desert storm and you just a cool breeze,
so fuck it if you want a battle then go and set it up,
I'll rip you completely maybe that will shut u up,
gametime is a pussy, French fucken get ya moms just figure it out,
ya mom tellin you son "dumb fuck how about you sound it out"

a breeze?? mutha fucka u bout to get swizz cheesed/
i want a war so bring it u fukin piece of shit ass fuck/
ill run through yo hood wit a nine and run a muck/
i dont give a fuck all eyes on me keep em steadily/
watch me kill this price center mc and his family/
bobble head?? i think ure just tryin to say that u give dome/
next time ya see me will be tha last time u see chrome/
KRU............

I'll try it out....

~ My mental dis-order makes my words like permanent EMBROIDER...

~ You fukkin wit G's bitch, best test nuts leave you seeking a DONOR....

~ Like a hookers carrer..your fukked pup, cause I shine more than lil jon's CUP...

~ I lever back-smack my lyrical-impact is in-tact stylistic mis-fit I erupt like dpg and KURUPT....

~ Your brain-waves shiver, as ProPEr speaks spits facts and DELIVERS...

~ Like tremors your shooked tramp, your style shine dull-time, like j.timberlake you cryin' RIVERS....