^Mad Dog
You're appalling, speaking falsetto cos ur nuts haven't fallen
Can you hear that muthphukka? That's the Death Angel calling
You've got no lamb's blood on your doorframe, so he will not Passover
The bottom line is simple - for your punk ass, it's over
I'm tired of these fake ass, hard named, cheap pretenders
Is ur icon ur own pic? Goddam - you've switched up ur gender!!!
Turning 'roung in a red bra and matching thong on ur asscrack
I'm from London, muthaphukka - that cross-dressing shyt doesn't pass, black.
"I'll be hanging from a tree?" You've got dillusions of grandeur
Hit you with a broken bottle while I'm smoking my ganja
Don't blame me cos wack, go blame your mum and your dad, dog,
You're like that short d!ck China Man in Rush Hour 2 - "No wonder you mad, dog!"

Tread carefully, junior!!!

London Represent!

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"Strong Lyrics, Never Die Like Gimmicks; Once You've Got the Dope Rhymes Then The Sky's The Limit"

London represent? mutha fucka i aint too far from u/
U aint worthy of sayin that shit better be careful who u talk to/
Coz i'll find u, call the feds to hide u/
But they shove u next door to me so i can eradicate u/
Proliphik ur pathetic who u tryin to impress coz im sure they aint feelin u yet/
Ur probably jealous coz the ho on my avitar's better lookin than the mutts that u hunt/
Y u talkin from the old testament R U JEWISH???/
U dickridin faggot wearin alladin style hats sayin Jesus didnt exist!/
Unlike u he could perform miracles what u doin/
Ur raps r illusions easy to work out/
I've broke ur secrets like the magician in the mask/
So Proliphiks all that i ask/
Is that u quiet down b4 u get wrapped in plastic/
U fuckin mangled up spastic wouldnt get accepted in special skools/
Coz u too retarded now whos da FOOL??/
Represent London, HA represent Crawley/
Our crime rate raised like the bruises ima put on ur body/
So now u know where im from...why dont we meet in person/
So i can personally put u in a hearse and show up London/
U think u breed gangstas well u do...but u aint an example/
Ur just whats left when my elephant foot tramples!!/
I'll come down on u like a ton of bricks/
Beat u up and down the apples and pears till u sick/

U aint even know what u fuckin wit lil bitch Proliphik!

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To Be Honest...I Don't Know Why I Bothered

Oh, now that IS funny! Your punk ass is from Crawley????
No wonder you deliver your shyt lyrics so poorly!
Do your lyrics ever rhyme? You get a 'U' for your wordplay
The difference between me & u, cats be in awe when my words spray
The only miracle is that you can use a f*cking computer
You're f*cking wack @ rap, go out and hire you a tutor
Why am I quoting Old Testament? I'm the WHOLE testament, homo,
You be sucking testes man, and they be charging YOU dough, tho
You say you reveal my 'secrets' - the only secrets I'm clocking
Is that red Vicky Secret's, two piece ensemblé you're rocking
You're raising bruises? Only one thing being raised - your skirt's hemline
Me and you have ten battles - I would murder you ten times
Serial offender, merking pu$$holes with no apology
Everytime I spit, it bolsters our rap economy
Any time you spit, you get it all on your clothing,
And any time you 'come', it's in that Kleenex tissue you're holding
I'll beat you by the Bow Bells, clap your neck back in Clapham
Stretch your vertebrae in Streatham till your backbone be snapping
How can I not be worthy? I drop my shyt with depravity
I'm blowing up like a pound of C4 in your chest cavity
Get a needle and thread and f*cking sew you lips up
You've dropped a good line less times than Jordan's got HER d!ck sucked!!

Outta my way, junior. Big folks are talking...

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"Strong Lyrics, Never Die Like Gimmicks; Once You've Got the Dope Rhymes Then The Sky's The Limit"

See u dissin me like i live 20,000 miles away/
But the fact is if we met, u'd be runnin till ur dyin day/
Im hotter than chili sauce, yo ass is on course to endin up a corpse/
If u gonna murder me 10 times...best sho no remorse/
But i'll come back an 11th time coz u right i AM cummin all the time/
Im cummin in yo moms pussy...every line u write...thats bout the amount of times i've pounded that hyde/
Comed inside her 9 months Proliphiks alive...the worst mistake of my life/
Sorry son, truth is i would've told u sooner...honest/
But i didnt really like u coz momma had 20 men on the go/
Kinda like a ho fest contest/
So i left it at that/

Big folks talkin huh...where no-1 pays attention 2 yo ass so im sayin nutin to u now oh and stick to the rules faggot the last 2 disses i werent even above u so shut the fuck up lil boy or daddy comin to take ur pocket money!!!

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To Be Honest...I Don't Know Why I Bothered

Oooh another newbie thinkin he hot,
Pass me a doobie and we'll smoke this fucker like pot,

Cus this retarded fuck raps like he reeds from a rule book,
"the lines must rhyme" so he pealed back the pages that were stuck,

Thats why when we reed his attempt we think "hey yo! what the fuck!"

But yo, lets not give him a hard time,
Its not his fault he freestyles like he's hittin a crime,

Hides everytime he hears a siren,
Dressed up in orange like he escaped the loony silum,

And yo, we all know why they call him Mad Dog,
Cus he throws fits like he's a dutch dancer without the clogg's,

Shakin round, foamin at the lips,
Looked so animated the director of the excorsist took tips,

I'll let this jumped up son of a bitch lay his punk ass lines on me,
I'll let him try rip me to shread's - charge free,

He needs the practise, why deny him the chance to hack this,
I dnt have 2 worry, this dude shits lines like he ate last night vindaloo curry,

His ass his burning,
His stomach churning,

His head is spinning,
If this was a match, who u think be winning..?

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^Mad Dog
Oh no, you've exposed yourself for the pu$$y that you are
Wanna throw at me the rule book cos your shyt ain't up to par
"I wasn't even above you!!! Proliphik, why you picking on me???"
Shut the f*ck up, little bytch, straighten your wig - it's sitting wonky!
Hot like chillis - f*cking fraud! What you know about tabasco?
Was it in your gay sex games? Did homeboy pour some in your asshole?
You make me sick, and you ain't Pink, your handicap is your poor skillset
I'm merking you with ample ease - I ain't even got ill yet
I think I know your lousy game - you're the Chief Lyrics Biter
Let me tell your ass again - GET YOURSELF A GHOST WRITER!
Don't be so f*cking proud, face it - you're shyt at the moment
You tryna battle rap, but ain't nonya shyt potent
Heed this one word of advice - stay the phukk out East London
Or else get beaten to a pulp with a stolen police truncheon.

How Can You be Back.... when you have no backbone, you spineless jellyfish. I'll 'live' battle (or should I say 'batter') you anywhere.... on The Northern Line, outside Footlocker on Oxford Street.... shit, I'll battle you around the dinner table at ur mum's house just before Sunday lunch.... you have nothing, nish, nada aka Jack Schitt!!

Nothing personal, just factual.

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^Mad Dog
Mad Dog? nah, i mentiod that you were jus only a puppy,
You throwing rules at proliphik, cos he beat you to mush, see
we reppin UK with intelligent rhymes, u must be dislecsic cos u cant even type,
i told you before, that all of your shit dont make sense,
and wen i come back, i leave your body bruised with more dents,
so now u runnin away, cos i left you mentally scarred on this day,
im like sum sort of demon that can never be slayed,
you jus a dog and wen i tell you to heel,
you better do wot i say, cos u a fake, you aint real....

you started this beef tryin to be sum sort of MAD DOG aight, that beef shit is played out fool...

proliphik, what is it? fuk that, ma shits explicit
fuck ur rhymes, ma shit be exquisite
i ddnt get wot chu woz on about, u must be ballistic
u cant call urself a rapper, u aint evn artistic
dig deep, maybe then u'll find wots right for u
but if u looked u cudnt find a soul, its hard to decipher you
ur rhymes juz "die like gimmicks", especially wif dose lyrics
that isnt music, u abuse it, like reviving dead spirits
man thats wack, im juz stating tha facts
i aint even know ya, but i'll smoke ya like crack
even though this is ova tha net, we shud meet face to face
i'll put chu in ya place muthafuka, ya'll be misplaced

lol lil shit ass rap, bored shitless though..no beef
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This Nigga Fresh Emcee Think He The Best Mc//
No Knolledge No Balls Nigga Stop Stressing Me//
Part Bitch Part Pussy Thats Your Recipe//
Pimp You On The Block Make Off Your Ass A G A Week//
Yea Thats What I Think Of You A Trick A Hoe//
You Suck Niggas Dicks Dressed So They Can Bust On Your Clothes//
You Save It So You Can Remeber It The Next Day//
Your The Type To Tell Your Adoppted Son Go Gay Its The Best Way//
And Your Rap Skills....whoa Now That There Needs Some Help//
Find Out What You Really Think About And Open Up Your Scalp//
Take A Look At Your Brains Ansd See What You Was Thinking//
Then Throw You In The Woods Leave You Some Where Stinking//
Nigga You Retarted....the Suroundings Of Your Body With Smell Like Somebody Farted//
Ants Eating Your Corps Let It Rot A Way//
Disingrate For A Week Then Im Off Scot Free....yay//
Nigga This Flow Was Defently Wack But Its Cool Cuz I Was Bored//
My Flows Is A Maybeck Bens Yours Is A Honda Accord//

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hey yo im known to play it low//
dont confuse me with these cornballs on the radio//


ima true hustlah you couldnt fit in my shoes//
my pager buzz to much man my hips are bruised//

faMBa$e Bitch ass niggas Bean Town thats how im doing it....enjoy life make money.....death b4 dishonor
trust no body that aint your fam and fuck that you cant even trust them some times i cant even trust myself lil niggas.....1

Look its young tips more like big lips//
he likes to suck dick, didnt you know//
he flows to get sperm right on his cloths//
he sucks so much cock you wouldnt believe//
he looks like 2 sperm banks that would jack you off fo free//
he thinks he is a tight emcee but he aint nuttin compared to me//
see im lethaler then the lethal injection//
ill give you an infection//
that will make you bleed/
bring you down to your knee's//
its badder then the mad cow dieses//
see young tips AkA big lips just stop now before you get hurt//
or else ill leave you layin in the dirt//

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yeah yeah im ill!

/\ Proliphiks & Bigneks

These faggots is ridiculous when i rap they BOTH jump on each others ass/
Coz these bitches are scared coz they know i'll beat them like a stamp.../
1st CLASS/
Hey lets make this official, u bitches brought the beef i respond to u 2/
The name of this game is diss the guy ABOVE U/
So i will mC.Cm is a fag/
There i did it but i aint finished wit u 2, ima put u in a plastic sack/
Body bags to comfy fo u homos/
When they find u in pink tank tops but no trousers.../
Why werent u fully clothed???/
And throwin rule books, na that aint what i said man/
Coz now i gone broke this rule u prolly gonn run to the admin/
MASTER MASTER MAD DOG BROKE THE RULE!!!!/
Admin: Shut the fuck up he dissed mC.Cm now run along.../
Fag ass fools!!!/
And as for ghost writers im independent unlike urselfs/
When i made proliphiks cry like a bitch.../
Bigneks was the hired help/
Now whos the ghostwriters, i deceased yo worthless lifes.../
I probably dunn u a favour/
Now do me a favour.../
Stay outta RapBattles...Forever/

I could go on and on but my lines aint worth wastin on faggots that back up against each others so close they touchin each others G-spots!!

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To Be Honest...I Don't Know Why I Bothered

another pussy grabber, that what your avatar tell me//
my guess your too ugly, did you get that from your mommy?//
bitch you cant even spell 'diseases' , yet alone textstyle//
ditch your mom cuz she 'pleases' you, your just fuckn vile//
or even stich your moms hole while she pleads for you to dial----999//
you have reached the psycho line//
nevermind your mom, she's stayin at mine//
practice your rhymes then you can have her back//
so you can continue fuckin your mom in her cadillac//

nothin personal, its just freestyle.

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im a sig maker, pm me if you want a sig, but only for b.r.a.n.c.h s.t.a.t.u.s crew and jam member squad only.

fuck your cigerette and jam members ill giv u pussys sumthin 2 remember//
suck MY member faggit,im the whiteboy call me b.rabbit//
8-mile road long way to go, all i need is some 40's n yo mum-my ho//
Bitch i can smell the fear, your rhymes are pansy come on ova here//
Another 'untitled' comin to battle here take the mic,giv it a rattle//
one two three and to the floor standin shoulder to shoulder let it go dogg its over//

this is 4 reign

so u say that my mum is ya hoe...o
thats ok but that still dont explain y they say ya gay
yo we in the same game
but on that long trip 2 8-mile make sure it dont 'reign'
then u will need mor than 40's and my mom
they should call me sadam the way im droppin' this bomb

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