Chase compared to yours my rhymes levitate
i kicked down your door cus for battles i'm never late
my template has me kickin your ass very fast
you're probly some broke ass Detroit trailer trash
you're the apples falling off i'm the fuckin tree
it's like i'm owning you so you need to bow down to me
oh what a tragedy i'm not even very mad yet
don't blame me shit happens when you're my target//

this rat is so wack he isn't worthy of a diss
as an adversary he's dead n' buried......fuck pugilist
i'll chop down this tree leave him stumped and confused
you don't belong in tha cypher find something new to do
you're never late for a battle..i'm like why'd you even show up
telling cats they need to bow down you need to grow up
your flow sucks you can't rap you make me want to throw up
get out this thread and for gods sake please don't come back
you don't deserve to cypher.... much less run rap

You Talk Shit but Remain Th One Un-Worthy of a Diss/
Stalk Clips wit ya Brain and You Done Hurtin From This/
I'LL Fill Tha Void You From Wit Some Decent War Bars/
Just Real Annoyed I Tell You Your Dreams but you Reachin 4 Stars/
Infect you Wit Bleech or Sars, Runnin You in Jeeps or Cars/
Your Rap Couldn't Keep Pace Wit a Fuckin Snail in'a Chowda Race/
Ya So Slow Lyrically your Rap Taste is like the kid wit no tounge-misplaced/
Outta Place Without a Trace, Diss me Back I'll Make Shit OUtta ya Face/
Blood Encased, Like This is Thick Cement Over Your Waste/
It Flood to Set You in Place, You Gonna Stab My Back So I Wrecked You In Case/

too much smoking herb has obviously got ya brain cells depleted
thinking ya ill please bitch you're merely conceited
biting lines from 8-mile as an emcee you're a joke
ganksta?you wouldn't know a shank if i left one in ya throat
i'll throttle this sissy leave him pissing his pants
when i'm finished he'll be nothing but food for plants

Hey everyone, this guy calls himself an M.C
Nothin but a little bitch with the "I can't rap disease"
Sittin up all night readin "Cat in the Hat"
Thinkin "Those are good rhymes, How can I do that?"
I know how, Just shut the fuck up DICK
Your lips must be glued because you fo sho can't spit
So here is some advice "GO DIE"
I'll help you, here's a Gun, COMMIT SUICIDE
BITCH

Brutal1, I can hear you comin out of your mouth, talkin slick/
that character under your name lol is you, suckin my dick/
you bitch ass nigga, need to stop bringin, wacness, to the cipher/
the mention of my name will make you shit inya diaper/
if, any of you wac ass nigga, wonna battle me dog/
a lyrical killin of you that'll be dog/

listnen up
what the fuck you chattin you cant rattle me dog?/
i only just started and you bitchen like a dog/
your the 1 who cant be shook when your vibratin in your boots/
i drop your shit ass jeans and kick you in your fruits.../
thats if u got ne bitch/
ill leave you now u punk go suck off a few guys and drink all there spunk lol this is rap and your stale as lyrics are fuckin punk.


peace recignise brotherXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

you sound the same as rest on the net.
you growin ya lines just to invest in ya debt.
you in the wrong direction thinkin guns ARE the weapon...
..when the Mind made the gun, a gun's just the reflection.
i rap to teach a lesson, a student in this profession.
while you holdin on to Wessons not even feelin protected.

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""Accustomed to trample on the rights of others, you have lost the genius of your own independence and become the fit subjects of the first cunning tyrant who rises among you." --Abraham Lincoln, speech, September 11, 1858

Ayo, I think joe kinda got you there son
let me see whos feelin that... next to none
just pick up ya balls an run
dont get mad at me
im just tryin to have fun
i decided to spit at your level
wit some playschool rhymes
taking every syllable one at a time
you sound a little illiterate
im just tellin you for you own sake
im tryin to be considerate....ste

hey yo profoundlyunique, what makes u think u can step up/
wait for someone to throw a diss, so u can suck up, yo what's up?/
u that cheap ya fuckin chump? pump u full of my puns, so u have somethin to rap on/
next time, bust lines, do the test, yo let's see u rhyme, instead of take sides/
but this bitch only likes to play nice, cuz he scared ta pick fights/
bitch, ya that's right, I'll let u have the gun and I'll take the knife/
and slice u twice, and watch they pain suffice, from this serrated blade coated with ice/
just put u on the hold, cuz ur blood flow begins to turn cold/
and u ain't bold enough, to turn heat up to defrost ya nuts!/
punk what? pissed cuz u know I'd fuck u up!/
and I bet now ya scared, so plz do dare ta stare/
cuz one glance at me and u'll die from lack of air/

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Gene Pool...

Look at this.. another wack name in this rap game..U should be a shamed..
Ya tactics is like calm water ...A Dead Flow..
Put this virgin in a choke hold-I through Genes in a Pool..
and watch this herb Turn Blue..
Im cruel .- beat you over the head with the video game clue..
and u still won't have an idea..U fear my Claws that rip like bears..
I bring true Fear..as I tear threw Ya skin ..Because im known for rippen flesh for a livin...

Blah

why u in this lab? u aint fo real bio*chemist
givin fake prescriptions, when u a lyin' dentist
but imma end this, but spittin it perfect
people give u props when u didnt deserve it
didnt even earn em, fuckin quit the rap game
u cant make sense, this bitch justs acts vague

yo I must agree, bio chemist, I'll put u in a choke hold unwillingly/
bitch can't bring beef if he was in the middle of a heated street/
while packin a piece, but u need more then a 9 mil to beat my knee/
curb stomp u clean, cuz u steppin to the wrong person B/
so stop frontin and leave, let us rap in peace, we don't need u jackin up are beats/
with these weak spits thinkin u speakin deep, just eat shit/
bitch ur piss got harsher shit cuz it smells like u just packed ur dads crack between his ass/
now that's bad, not only u gay but incest, and that's wack/
so just step back, cuz u juss got murdered, but that should be an honour/
cuz I worked this with class/

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watch as i drown gene is his pool that aint to cool
i'll rape you anally cuz ya raps are str8 doo-doo
herbs battling each other you don't know rap do you
please excuse me for being ill and way to rude
but your wackness forces me to school you
ya stretched lines can't touch my type of skill
cyphering against you is merely a cheap thrill
you the type of wackcee that gives me the urge to kill

your simplistic skills makes mother goose look complex
I'll blaze you like a blunt then pass so who's next
I don't play with kids I don't run a day care
So I guess hurting your feelings just wouldn't be fair
So i'll give you a hug you underaged thug
Do like the real mob roll u up in a rug
Toss you over a bridge burn it for fun
face this Gurl come second to none

You're A Girl? Ah... Now Your Sig Makes Sense... Anyways... Let Me Get Them Digits.
-Ambiguous

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I live to die and
Destance my self to Feel
My life is an oxymoran
Like a suicide Pill