why you keep opening ya mouth ??

ya lines played out like sega
if we battle the title would say.. ransum about to rape ya
fuck u want? you little rat basterd like splinter
u think u the best cuz u copy u'r style like a printer
if u want air-mail then bullets what i'll send ya
think hes rolling like wheel... but i got'em coverd like a fender
u wouldnt be able to beat me with lyrics that i lend-ya
dude thought he was better...,
must of have mix thought like hes brains in a blender
fuck you and u'r style and who cares if i ofend ya
i wanted to.. like ya moms when she made ya
in college... sucking dick to her was like a major
i was a head-in-class... cuming up.. to never be a failuer... MOTHER FUCKAH

yo, fuck livingsped ,better yet watch'em get grilled instead,
he'll think im boot camp the way he gets drilled in the head,
your pathetic verse was a waste to read, so pace ya bleed-
from here to the galaxy........ so you got space to breath,
bitch please, so your talking about school and education,
they could be your parents and there'd still be no relation,
look kid, you got no skill or wit, fuck sped still need a hint.?!
just 1 last hit,.... bitch go back and read the bold print.....
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DAZ

This place should have their no retards rule renstated,
Motherfucker were your parents related?
That probably went over your head 'cause you're brain dead like I already stated.
You seem to be in the wrong place at the wrong time,
dumbass take off off the italics, like we we won't catch the rhyme?
In case you can''t count this is the sixth line.
lyrics coming on the page, fingers tapping on the keyboard,
and of course, they're leaving me board.
You are proof that you can live with an IQ of twelve,
IT seems that on this fucking board you dwell,
You facing me is like your living hell.
D-money's got this cat in the bag,
You're worth less then a filthy ass rag.

Go home kid, im send u bac home badly "BRUISED"
im pretty sure if u had a choice 2 battle Sin-Scere u wouldnt choose
u gettin lyricaly abused,im a strip ur pride n yah take those shoes
u talkin bout retards, i wouldnt even of metioned dat if i were u
but in reality if I were U mah rhymes would b nothing but "DOO DOO"
who dah fuk iz u, niggaz kno mi i chop niggaz up like i kno "KUNG FU"
the living sped,u like a fukin zombie 2 mi da way u rhyme so im a call u "THE LIVING DEAD"

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300 J.G.... TSK

at last..... finally.... a qoutable...
so im a go ahead an do what im soppuse to do
(w)rap tight.. cuz i got this in the bag like a disposable
grab the 45...,
and let it shyne in the rain like the head-n-shoulder do
im a bit different then what everyone is showing u
skill's talent and proof... all together like in got sowd an glue
punches like payment.... guess this verse was ova-due
trash jack ram... then daz... it still wouldnt be ova dude
punches u force more then buying 2 size smaller shoes
im a big-mac... without the fries and the soda fool
pop at ya palvis... so u can be the image of HIP-HOP qoutable
im a soildger that rules...,
an ya style have no princeple like he never enrolled in school
most of ya niggas talk about the impossible
im a tell u what i see throu my opticals
a 45... straight aiming to pop at u
for trying to get in my lane claiming to be an obsitcule
im trying to see green like the factory of mountain doo
straight beating the game sorda like what ya momma do
tell the truth he wack... hit u with the duce or t-mac,
my Gun game like the rocket crew
im a window of oppatunity....,
so i open 2 doors like i got out the coupe
to straight smoke ya niggas like i got up with snoop...
MOTHER FUCKAH....

just a freestyle real quick....

cypher diss against u ? not even worth my time....
but if u still wanna speak on mic i'll "attach the gernade to your throat"....
.....just to "burst your rhymes"....
u not hurtin mine dont try to come back with worthless lines......
this foe getting his "mouth split" like your "backs spine" ....
.....cause anything u say i leave "paralized".....
i continue to consume this kid thinking hes hard but its an act....
your flows under construction......
.....but even when complete still wont be large with facts......
forget a gun im taking a blade to your neck.....
one slice will speed up your living compacity for a fate to be dead....
when i roll with 300 warriors its a wrap for u and your entire schemes....
cause i penetrate deep into your territory and devour your empire clean......
........

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B.E.S.T.....HAHA

now i'm all for the ladies, i can see you have no game
cause i still wouldn't like your lines, if you had an 'i' in your name
smacking ya fat ass, i attack n crack backs of the whackest cats
seriously, you couldn't keep it fresh, if ya covered up in plastic wrap
faggot ya crap, dumbest cunt, nothing but a fucking dunce
fo real man, it takes 3 lines just to get to your fucking punch
but seriously, i've had enough of ya, you and your sloppy nonsense
cause i don't know which is worse... your played style, or your retarded concepts

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The Establishment
I am the Batman.

..........

u absolutely dont know what u getting yourself into back off fast....
cause im equivalent to toxic venom....
....so fucking with me will get u put in the ERs strapped in a body cast......
in a flash i blast u with an attack like military targets in afganistan....
your rhymes coming soft as tendered fish meat so i'll leave u for the markets....
u shouldn't start shit....especially with me....
.....cause im known to put wack emcees into a state of fear enough to make your heart skip!.....
i spit bars while your styles like poker games in veges getting flipped like cards...
i restrict veins and scar treat u like drowning victims.....
...... the way my blows to your head leave your brain starved......(starved of oxygen)
with the flames i burn u like tar u need to quit the hard act man.....
i give this wanna be star a back hand introduce u to the dark side like batman.....
and forever you'll stay in eternal torcher feeling the torment....
like forgotten lost souls in hells land.....


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B.E.S.T.....HAHA

u ACTIN HARD, til I pop da GAT FROM FAR
n' you'll be 'RUNNIN' more than ya AVATAR
Your lines just scratch, my RAPPIN SCARS
so its nothin to fight if we HAVE TO SPAR
You talk robbin me, takin my PLATINUM CAR
but 'stealin rhymes' is da only way u JACKIN BARZ'
If u wanna bang, I can't WAIT FOR DA FIGHT
ya 'MIND is K-OTIC' for THINKIN YOU NICE!
i could be here all day just SONNIN YOU
but u a waste of my time, so im DONE WIT U

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A.K.A The Punchline Champion!

sonny you're played, so BITCH PLEASE
anyone can smash you, just hit the SHIFT KEY
just a quick key, cause i'm a head out, go watch some soccer
cause you get tossed around more than freshmans into lockers
fuck it though, i'm busy, but i'll still bring it for fun
cause your verse has more crap, than hobos shitting at the dump

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The Establishment
I am the Batman.

tell this COCK QUIT, cuz you never ROCK SICK
u knew it wasn't HOT SHIT, so why'd u DROP IT
i ain't tryna KNOCK IT, but u should STOP IT
and a new stye? u should immediately COP IT
my verse? you should feel stupid tryna TOP IT
usin them played ass punchlines u ROCK WIT
peep ya name? u don't come OFF AS A THREAT
why would i fear someone who TALKS WIT A 'S' ?
u part of 'the establishment, but u ROCK WORSE
how?? you can't even establish a HOT VERSE!
u say i'm played??lol.. dats wut u CALL MY RHYMES?
u wud kno played...cuz dats how girls leave u ALL DA TIME!

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A.K.A The Punchline Champion!

You Know Ya My Boy, Sonny...But You Poppin Off Ya Gums//
So I'll Spit Ether To Melt Bars Like Chocolate In The Sun//

haha...get back at me kid...

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I Only Spit Wit The B.E.S.T.

ha but u gotta go at least 6 lines. thats the rule. they strict here.


u got FLOORED QUICK, now u talkin MORE SHIT?
you must feel 'GANGSTA' comin from 'WARWICK!?'
WHORE QUIT, i'm not da one to go to WAR WIT
cuz 1 bar'll get ya career 'SHUT' like DOORS GET
i talk to ya WHORE BITCH, n give her MORE DICK
cuz she keep complainin to me bout YOUR DICK!

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A.K.A The Punchline Champion!

You couldnt make sense if I filled your face with pennies then curbstomped ya
You the kinda kid that even your mother don't want 'cha.
I'm going to, fight your corruption,
Some down town bitch needs to be took down like some sort of gangsta reduction
You cling to life like a child to a leg,
when I'm done with you, your life you're gonna beg.
Because your rhymes come at me like a fucking paperwieght
you didn't know? I'm a fucking heavywieght.