I see your rushed lines looking like divorced ryhmes,
not working coz rap saying for u its closed blinds.
Your diss not affective your brake didnt work out like expected,
i put things inta perspective your wordplay needs to be more selective.
Stuck on same subjects,as time goes by gets more boring less complex,
seems as if theres something your trying ta protect..........
Is it your just wack for real or maybe ur mind jus stuck on homo phonesex.????




LOL 2 people posted before i finished lol. i only had my dinner, dam yo guys did'nt waste no time........ well i gotta go PEACE

listen i hold-steel, im so-willin ta go-in on Dumb and Nuts, cuz this ugly fuck's no competition like old-wheels, wit no spokes
n i a put the toasta ta yo-ribs, sqeeze, holster it higher n light up yo-grill
with no roast, u a catch it hard, dat choppa a blast n turn ya backwards boi, or make u bounce like basketballs
after all u got no skill, thats why it took u so long to post those 7 lines n still them boys was weak as hell/ lol
u just a fish nigga wit no gills,
but i let the hecklar koch wetcha top, sever several parts of ya whole frame, dismantle u n hit the block
only time u ever 'spit crack' was wen u bit a rock
only time u, ever 'drop hot shit' is wen u ate too much food wit too much hot sauce bitch
i aim fa da head, if u scream then u dead meat he prolly went to court n plead n preached about a regular petty thief
hit the block n got fucked by every g, now he rap cuz he left the hood n wanna take it out on us emcees
suckin d is another time, wen u spit, get the message u weak n aint neva gettin no better
keyz

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Pain in my eye to see that shit make me thinkin you high,
dont play with the guns, dribble artist you may jus die.
U jibber jabber rotten, bitch you know your forgotten,
u bring nothing to the table you hit wack top to bottom.
Try mock my poker name,shame on the new'b bitch,
working so hard to make yo name see through snitch.
I dominate you in every area but not ur bent imagination,
i see your temptation to bite but all you deliver is confusion maybe delousion.
Get at me when u find the key of how to make 2 lines ryhme,
coz u sounding like fake/jumped up combined,no feed read those sign's.
Rap about truth or being real, not shit like u wanting to be hard,
your played out,only thing you repping is your dream's-young kid scar'd-fuckin retard.
Re-read the shit you wrote over imagin if you planted that shit,
u have a seed, fuckin water it everyday dont just conjure up alit spit.
That aint enough,your bitch tuff
you lyrics are more hairy then ya nans muff+ u fake like your drinking simpson duff.
You diver and qiver while i just hope my advice just hits ya,
i wont split ya but with what i read,no-campany gon'll come get ya.

Darkmanner
owned himself[/QUOTE]

^^^ time to shit on this dude...

Dude claim i own myself... like a land from forigners...
guess i aint use to being pimp.. now go back Bitch and work my corner...
slap yaself for stupid ass remarks...
cuz this is like a valcano compared to a few sparks...
i say im beasting on dudes... he says he'll bark...
so i'll chain this dog to poll and leave'em at a park...
im sharp like blades and roll deep like paraids...
the way i'll murder you.. i'll keep the cops guessing like sharaids...
you talk so much shit... i can pull ya head out ya ass...
im no joke.. let's see you try an make this killer clown laugh...
i pull out gun from the stash... you pull out then crash...
plus i pop magnum rubbers... an u'r dick slip's off from the smallest condom they have...
so when ya bitch get off... it aint cuz they had an orgazsim...
they getting off cuz they finger can give'em more pasion...
and if i see dude shopp'ing... am at the mall-blast'in...
till dudes lungs drop like he's respatory system fall crash'in...
then treat he's face like idaho patatos and begin mashing...
and i got bitches that'll brake he's wood like hes front-door bashed-in...
this aint a real verse... am just showing you 'up-front' what it is like the 'site-banner'...
that ransum'll bust holes throu ya body till the 'Light Shyining' throu he's 'Dark-Manner'... MOTHER FUCKER....

Ransum, GO-SIT. cuz i know you're just SO-PISSED
that you been here since 06 n still cant FLOW-SICK
you should just start bitin' some of my OLD-SHIT
i got a whole ocean of verses, you should GO-FISH..
record labels is another reason you're SO-PISSED
cuz you 'got fucked alotta times' like 'YO-BITCH'!
Just stop rapping! i hate when you FLOW-SHIT
i'd just make ya gurl suck me if i wanted to see a 'HOE-SPIT'
YO-QUIT, its KINDA-BLUFF when u RHYMIN-STUFF
ya career's similar to 'flavor of love eliminations', ya 'TIME-IS-UP'
Give up..LIKE-QUITTERS, cuz when i STRIKE,-NIGGER
my punches 'get inside your skin', LIKE-SPLINTERS'
if rap's a bitch, you've never been TIGHT-WIT-HER
my flow?? its 'known to be cold', LIKE-'WINTER'
the flow keep goin, i WRITE-RIVERS..
but u not hot, you just posin' LIKE-WIGGERS
my ice gimme LIGHT-SHIVERS, but urs NEVER-WAS-GOLD
your ice only keeps my BEVERAGE-COLD..lol
u'll never see Sonny, i'm BETTER-WIT-FLOW
so u can drink my cum like a BEVERAGE,-HOE..

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even if u was fukin wit D.J. Kahlid u still aint in "THE BEST" krew
.say you got a whole ocean of verses..ha I dont got to jump in to wet u
bars dont shine bitch you aint sunny/
the only way you w(rap) tight is if u was a mummy
you bitch you can get the fuk from me/
ill expose ur weak ass worse than this months playboy bunny
bitch claims his cubic gives him light shivers/
he cant rock real shit cuz he knows it'll get snatched quicker
imafukin vsop remi henny sippa/
while he raps about how hes ballin fadeing sum colt 45 malt liquor
its ova just fukin give it up son/
what can i say your moms a whore her pussy swallowed my cum filled magnum

i ain't new to this, i been leavin' HATERS-BLAZED,-KID
so Sonny quick to 'eliminate Tik' like 'FLAVA-FLAV-DID'!
Dont try to talk about my ice; it has a GREAT-SHINE
while yo broke ass can't even afford the FAKE-KIND!
u'll expose me like the PLAYBOY-BUNNY?? this GAY-BOY-FUNNY
cuz from wat i remember...YOU were this month's PLAYBOY-BUNNY!
u known to get in them GAY-BOY'S-TUMMIES
they pay u to do that...you be gettin GAY-BOY-MONEY!lol
get this GAY-BOY-FROM-ME... i dont FUCK-WIT-FAGGOTS
this playboy bunny hop on dicks...i dont FUCK-WIT-RABBITS
i FUCK-WIT-MATICS that'll hit you UP-THA-BADDEST
to leave u 'sittin in ya car motionless' like u 'STUCK-IN-TRAFFIC'!

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this bitch say's his ice got great shine
claims a ocean full of lyrics then takes mine
this niga is the kind who loves a gay joke
the guilty one points the finga is wat they say bro
serious this dude must have a crush on flava flave
always talkin bout clocks mad he wont give u the time of day
each one of ya lines is played gay repetitve in all the shit you say
talkin bout 'MATICS' wen the only thing u got 'MATIC' is an ass whippin
quit wit the fag shit listen ur soft runin' from thugs ya idea of fast livin

you rhyme with no pasion.. punches with no action...
thats like the hulk with noting to smash-in....
i begin laughing... because ya rhyme so garbish...
they'll get throw right out the trash-bin...
im hot flames you's a has-been.. when you gonna stop the acting...
rapverse aint stupid... you just the stupid one rapping...
ya career like stiff back.. and am about to get it crack-in...
you'll feel so free... mixtapes i'll pay me for my written instead of me rapp'ing...
you rhyme basic... then claim greatness... i cant take this...
blades i'll give you faces-lift... then its a hospitol race quick...
but the ambulance never came cuz hey figuer it was a waste bitch...
cuz ransum never waste clips... like good movie editor...
you couldnt move me if you was my track compititor...
here another clue to beating me... it'll never happen cuz im better-then-ya...
you think you thug... i'll leave bullet wounds as tattos embeded-in-ya...
claim to fuck hoe's... but i can bet you have tranvestites in the bed-didnt-ya
crazy sick fuck.... said it was only head-wouldn't-ya?...
i rather have my balls cut off and bash.. cuz that^^ i couldnt-bra....
so sonny here a bright idea!... fall back like you slipp'in...
and leave rapverse cypher and get rid of all ya writtens...
cuz ya punches like exsotic pussy-cats... you have no balls you just showing us you'r kitten's... MOTHER FUCKER....

wow ya rap style is garbage u can throw it away
actin like u hard wen the whole site nows that ya gay
i neva claimed to fuk bitches but i still hit ya motha
while the only ass you eva seen was wen ya fatha fukd ya
i can keep it simple wit my style and still i melt ya
if ya bars was brail and the world was blind no-one still eva felt ya
fuk u stay wak and u've been doin this rap shit for way to long
u battlin me is still like an ant trying to go toes wit king-kong

Ransum gay?? Duh! But wow man, that's STRAIGHT-DOPE
cuz i ain't know Homo's were allowed to throw GAY-JOKES!
Rans father fuk'd em?? Smh...this guy ABOVE-ME-IS-FAKE
ur father wud've fuk'd yu too..but u're too UGLY-TO-RAPE!
SONNY-IS-GREAT! Against me, all you DUMMIES-GET-ATE
I'm flames; if u swallow my lines, ya TUMMIES-GET-BAKED
I'ma MEAN-DON. So dont come at the KING-WRONG
cuz in this fight...you're the ant and i'm KING-KONG!

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i use to give a fuck what sonny brought to the table...
then i notices he's screamble lines like fucked up cable...
fuck respect.. hell yea i'll punch this bitch...
and shove ya moms on-top of ya in the cuff'in,
...so u can feel how the stiff bitch felt on my dick...
im darange with aim... an use to nail'ing niggas like picture frames...
it's insane... how i pluck'ed holes throu he's cheast and chain,
and pour aicd down to remove he's insides like liqued-drain...
i'll pick ya brains like tumurs... an rip you off ya strips like boot-leg puma's...
dont let this mis-fit fool-ya... cuz he dont size up to ransum like broken rulers...
i rock ya dooms like angry palastinians...
able to spit 1 verse that'll shit on ya family for many millinium...
sonny grabs the mic and people wounder whats the deal with him...
skeptik grabs the mic and automicly no-one feeling'em...
and they both claim they nice and thats that!!..
so its odvious the outta they mind like a brain transplant...
FALL BACK....

ITS RANSUM BITCH!!!....

THE TOP GUNNER....
300 J.G BITCH...

yea yea, that wack shit-should b urz, u a wack nigga, please whore, u fall back or b a scene of gore on the street//
on ya back, i make fake nigga see morgues, n i never seen two fag rappers spit off on the same screen//
ransum'll get his hand cut, demendin his grip on the game back, till i spit 16 n leave his frame cracked//
blaze that guage at his face then stick my dick in His
mother cuz she a MILF brother so how'd u come out lookin like shit?
lol

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