Proliphik u annoy me, u make my lips twitch/
As i send lyrical bombs u stand stupid scared to spit/
Im verbally equipped to send u packing/
U react like a shit quater back...victim to constant sacking/
So Londons dun where u from is they all dumb i ask u?/
U thick fuck ur passin grade in ur GCSE's got no higher than U/
And i'll send u 6 feet South fo runnin that mouth/
U can react to me coz i'll be above/
But i'll always be above u, face it, it's what im about/

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

ayo, mad dog why u tryin to dis proliphik,
you must know by now that ure shit dont match his shit,
and come to think of it, you cant touch mine,
you aint nothin but a stupid kid, and yo i rhyme sublime,
and that twitch in your lips, you better get it fixed,
cos i cant even understand a word that u spit,
and those last two lines wot are they all about,
you need to learn how to type that shit thats runnin out of your mouth,
and yo, You aint got nothin on my wordplay,
im spittin lyrics so raw, they'll make you go home and turn gay,
so do u know what im sayin when i be slayin,
you better be on your knees beggin n prayin,
And you aint mad dog you jus a puppy, and wen i glare at you, you'll turn into MUSH see, im out.

Ah bigneks stickin up for proliphiks/
Ur neck mus make one hell of a snap...when i break it/
Come to think where the fucks Bollington i never heard of that place/
Oh thats where they hide the weak fags and rapists away/
I aint a puppy be glad im barkin and not biting/
Coz when i attack ur descriptions...a flash of lightning/ (descrip of me)
And mush ha faggot i'll crush u like mash/
But i aint good @ cookin i'll leave bubbles of blood and bits of yo ass/
Forget my name quickly coz i aint forgivin/
Or find urself hung, cut up, upside down blood drippin!/

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

^
for u s0n my gauge'll blast-off....
shoot off ya dick s0 u can really be a mad-dog....
then cut ya neck and rip out ya throat...
den dip ya frame in acid and watch ya skin bubble like bathen soap...
i'll place ya fam in da scope,and squeeze from a distance...
disconnect they torsoe from dey body now dey look like midgets....

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^Mad Dog
Man, you're just pu$$y with your clitoris missing,
You understand, it muthaphukkin Proliphik ur dissing
You got balls the size of those used for ten-pin bowling....
... oh, that's cos you ain't cum in years and those b1tches are swollen!
If you could live your life again, be sure to stay out my warpath
I'll beat you so bad, the only thing you WON'T have is a sore ass
THAT, you get from Brendan, that lilac wearing brother,
So F*ck you, f*ck your mum and her 2 lesbo lovers
I don't want to ever see your punk ass name again on this whole thread,
You were so ugly as a kid, Michael Jackson made you sleep in your own bed!!

& I'm out 4 da day...

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

^cReam
that fag is dumb he cant even count to numba 1//
his name is cream cause ill make him scream when im ass rapin him//
shit i cant stop tapin him, he lieks my big cock in his ass crack//
slidin up and down his fat back, tryin to get his gat bak//
when im through he be on the ground beggin me to stop//
ill take my glock*pop, pop*//

*Note* im not gay i just thought that was funny* *Note*
*Note2* I hope i dont get ban for this lol* *Note2*

ok....let start MccM im defently gonna rip yah//
go back and say Young Tips bit yah and spit yah//
out like a baby tasting something sour//
i get paid in the streets...you get paid thy the hour//
nigga you aint no hard spitter//
your soft and your bars a bitter//
you can never contend with me cuz you was born a quitter//
and i heard from some broad that in the bed your a shame//
M.c.c.M? Must stand for My Cock Cant Maintain//
let me find out after "she"fucked you she was bumping Missy's One Minute Man//
then she cut the track, got pissed cuz a minute was more than you planned//
and i saw you what you wrote about shoveing your dick in CREAMS ASS//
FAGAT!..Dont even think about tryin to hit on me...."ILL PASS"//
and then you said that "when im through he be on the ground beggin me to stop"//
i see how you get down he was flat on his stomach and you was waxing it on top//
you fucking quare....yea oh boy im gonna take it there//
cuz im stareing in your eyes and bitch (sniff) i smell fear//
and you talk about a glock you got and you let the shit pop//
ill run up on you with the hawk and make your apple drop//
you stay fucking wit your GAY MEN//
IM SURROUNDED MY WISEGUYS AND MADE MENS//
THIS IS BLODDY BEAN NIGGA THIS AINT PRETEND//.....1

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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

lol bravo lol


Young tips i bet you got lips//
The ones between your hips//
you suck cock//
you lick dick trying to get paid while your getting sprayed//
ive been laid by your mama//
bitch quit with the drama//
i always stay strat 2 glocks and a backwards cap//
Ill bust 4 caps in yo ass//
You thinkin "Damn I shouldnt have past gas"//
You start to cry, wishin you just die//
I look at you while you look at my shoe//
*Cracck* goes your face, you spittin up blood, while eating mud//
I ask you any last words befor i end your life//
you mumble, i think what a disgrace, to bad you can talk with that big boot print on your face//
LOOOOL!!!! sry another weak rap thingy ma bob At least i try people!!!

i see you tryin to right, and put up this fight/
but the shit you layin is far from bein tight//
dont be talkin about layin mammas, when you were declared gay/
i was put on this site to induce misery day to day/
exactly what i'm doin now, and was doin yesterday//
i'll show you more then pain when i rap about you bein lame/
you just a cobble stone on my walk to fame//
enough with the talk about these ass cracks/
i'll sew up your ass and feed you 10 pounds of ex lax/
i'll have you in so much pain, you'll be beggin for the axe//
now i'm gonna rip your arms out and shove em' down your throat/
before that i'll lube it up with Ajax and soap/
then i'll cut you up so much your body'll float/
have you flowin down a river, until you got hit by a boat//
streams of red blood fillin up the blue/
all a long, there's still no body askin for you/
but they knew your death time was way past due/
they wanted to help me murder you too//

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OH MAN.....

thank you for the ovation even tho you got nigga your half ok and half wack//
you must of listend to Ja Rule got gassed and now you gonna CLAP BACK//(LoL)
cuz in the streets youll defently get clapt at//
and on a MIC infront a crowd son youll get laughed at//
you dont even listen to niggas lyrics black//
your the type to here a wack beat with Jay-Z or BIG on it and skip the track//
so why even rap.....when you know youll get crushed//
you minus well just battle some one at TOYS R US//
nigga i been out the park//
you would think i was CRIP how i feind for BLOOD like a GREAT WHITE SHARK//
if i see your pussy just like your im gonna rape you//
grow up lil nigga mami cant save you//
nigga ill reverse the hands a time white boy and put you in a cotton feild and slave you//
your on my dick its like i fucked your moms dog i made you//
dawg think twice before you sit down to rap//
take a deep breathe and face it that your wack and its a WRAAAAAAAAAAAAP//

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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

just like everyone else you got severe learnin to do/
there's obviously more then one problem with you/
but you dont understand what i was sayin do you//
to me your judgment means less then nothin to me/
you dont know me and never will, get over it G//
dont call me nigga, then randomly call me white/
go back to school, learn to read, then come and write/
cuz you about to be spilled, i got you locked in my sight/
i'll shoot you in the corn field, now i gone and scared you white//
your first mistake was thinking you can rhyme/
your second was tryin to use em' in lines/
your third was comin back the thread this time//
now i've gone and straight ripped you/
shoulda never said your rhymes were sick dude//

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you talk about colors what are u racist
i burn u on the cross and leave ya ass face less
your rap name go up n blow up i call n you won't show up
y don't you grow up b4 i fuckin shock you

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Yo LIL RENEGADE is makin his way up da ranks.
ya boi is back

Whos the bitch I'll come in with a banana split
make you eat it slow while ya tryna take a shit
I don't know what I'm doin' I just took a hit
I can't handle my shit but still manage to spit
but you're swallowing or I'll fuck your ass wallowing
in selfpity seeing titties but curious 'bout balls hanging
Kalluminatic, reefer addict totally frantic romantic faggit
Kill you in a minute with some weird wording antics
because I left my knife at home alone
It's sharp and bright like it's my own clone
next time actually put out a verse I can reverse
this is just completely pointless and undeserved

Undeserved Ozzy i admit ur right...so y u typin?/
Ur names like an Ozbourne, i'll leave u like Ozzy after that quad accident...nearly dyin/
Bleedin wit broken bones a snapped spine surgery required/
After u see this diss...ur eyes'll set on fire/
Coz i burn wit words i spit venom wit verbs/
And while u spin outta ur mind i'll diss another in this rhyme/
Proliphiks like this bitch weak, shakin 'n' shit all the time/
I aint scurred of yo ass u make me laugh when u rhyme/
Yeah my balls swolen up...my nuts sack gigantic/
U'll see me in the street and beg...'please can i have it'?/
No...anybody who knows me knows the last homie got merked fo sayin that shit to me/
Ozzy & Proliphiks gonna be hangin from a tree the same way a leafs gonna see they destiny/ (destiny = falls)
So am i worried bout the threats that u spit...na i aint buzzed/
Coz u faggots above me gonna die coz u joined in wit this cuss/

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