You say that to all of us cuz this FACT-IS-TRUE
every chick you ever had has said THAT-TO-YOU!
N' I would eat you, but you too WACK-TO-CHEW
beatin u is like 'dying'...its sumthin i HAVE-TO-DO'
How u tha best, yet you in tha WACKEST-CREW
300 J.G?! Ha. I already ate at least HALF-OF-YOU!
Yes, i ATE most of yall MEMBERS-WIT-MY-WORDS
so when i shit, yu'll find ur MEMBERS-IN-MY-TURDS!
n i wont stop, I'ma keep DISMEMBERIN'-THIS-HERB
til he 'gets looked at in shame' like 'thugs ENTERIN-THE-BURBS'
my punches get deep, they ENTER-IN-UR-NERVES
so sharp, they feel like SPLINTERS-IN-UR-NERVES
why challenge?? u not a CONTENDER-WIT-MY-WORDS
i'll 'make em fly away' like 'WINTER-DO-THE-BIRDS'..
so cold, i'm DECEMBER-WIT-MY-WORDS. they GIVE-EM-THE-CHILLS
he said he better than me??Ha! Whose GIVIN-EM-PILLS??
he act serious, but i dont think this KID-IS-FA-REAL
u KIDDIN-FA-REAL, so dawg, stop SPITTIN-N'-CHILL..
only reason i aint hittin this KID-WIT-THA-STEEL
cuz his grave ain't completely dug, they DIGGIN-IT-STILL..
n' you hatin' on my bars but you DIG-EM-FA-REAL
so you can suck my DICK-TIL-IT-PILL.....MOTHERFUCKER!

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this be my swagger talk... i'll smack ya jaw...
bash ya face then stash the raw...
cuz ransum aint a stupid slow type...
you just a stupid prick with verses he slow-write..
and still fuck's up punches like wrist shots...
you claim to be the top emcee then my mac i'll help you be a BIG-SHOT...
kid stop... i twist tops like soda... and like terra attack i move soildgers...
you a bitch with grip's..not on clips but dicks when they move towards ya..
i'll cut ya head off with a sharp sword then pop whores...
who you claim is wify.. but not likely since the bitch is not your's...
i already seen the thongs in the top drawer...
and she say u pussy...and gay cuz you blew it like blowers...
i'll drop you to ya knees like you prays to god..
which is me.. ransum saying it rexlessly im rapverse GOD...
dont think so then prove it.. flow i get into it like water-rafting...
and everything you create i'll get despose like artis with bad crafting...
if you the big show then i guess this is bad acting...
claim he got balls... yea.. in ya ass where they pack'ed-in...
just relacks fam... you aint ready like virgins for this grewsom slaughter...
and dont claim ya flow sweet.. you just spit sweet like sugar and water...
dont need to get political.. when its critical to this indivisual...
that killing is my ritual... an i'll tear that ass up like lock-jaw when a pit-just-pull...
and have ya blood cover the floor like leaking pools...
what the fuck was you thinking fool... i'll smash ya face and have you driping like sleep-with-drul...
my punches hit so hard i'll punch a hole in ya face...
all for that paper like the knoledage use for a brif-case...
my lines dope like i speak lace and still murder you lyrically with no trace...
cuz if i did ever get cought.. it would be for robbery not murder like O.J...
MOTHER FUCKER>....

IT ONLY GET WORST....
KEEP COMING AT ME...

You say "it only get worst"?? Now, i'm ACTUALLY-PISSED.
cuz all this time, i thought ^THAT was as WACK-AS-IT-GETS!
ya RAPS'LL-GET-RIPPED. challenge me? u LACKIN'-IN-SENSE
SLACKIN'-IN-WITS, or over-dosed on CRACK-THAT-U-SNIFF.
the FACTOR-IS-THIS, u not HALF-AS-SICK when RAPPIN-SHIT
even if you PRACTICE-IT, u cudn't touch my WACKEST-SHIT
u say u "Rapverse GOD"?? who got this FLUKE-ALL-HYPED,-B??
Sonny quick to 'take this GOD powers' like 'BRUCE-ALMIGHTY'!
how is Ransum strong, all his drops are FUCKIN'-WEAK-SHIT
and Sonny'll 'surround you wit flow', til u FUCKIN'-SEA-SICK!
u got wackness mastered so good, u cud FUCKIN'-TEACH-IT
at the "Wackness Academy, Home of the FUCKIN'-WEAKEST!" ha
& when it comes to ya gurl, she's the FUCKIN'-SWEETEST
she's known to 'suck on my body' like FUCKIN'-LEECHES!
you heard of "Ether", right?? well this the FUCKIN'-REMIX
call this your llulaby, now go to FUCKIN'-SLEEP,-BITCH!!

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really?

sonny barz i hate to break ya heart but u aint dope, see?
especially when your using a structure that was played back in 03
n ya raps a lie. its the truth that SB will never be best
so ill knock you backwards to show everyone that ur BS
The B.E.S.T Crew? wow stop reppin that and your members
cause CS roster full of competition.. yours is just pretenders
& your also known as the punchline champ? quit it
want me to tell you how it feels?.. ive ACTUALLY been it

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That Old School Mother Fucker

Aint That A Bitch?

Crhyme Sindicate

plain n simple L.I., i bet u like ta testify//
da fuck? stop fo buckshots blow chunks outcha pair-of-eyes
i must not b seein correctly, he just gotta-be-kidden//
i a buss the gat at his pectorales, puncture n leave no lung-capacity-in-em//
look-boi, ur not good-boi, g-please-chill
fo the heat-spill every part of ya teef'd-grill on the screen//
i need-bills n i a cleave-off-heels ta get it//
beat em into a seazure, grasp then stab em till he's-still//
listen.
if i aint hotter den u ur the best artist ta spit//
getcha head geeked up n get it blown off quick//
"L.I.", headline article "made it n a guage made his farrari flip"//
your borin career's like a whip, by now u should just start parkin it//

easy

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syrup sipppin nigga huh...my bars'll lean ya worst than pim-C
verse be empty if i was yah shadow u'd still be scared to against me
punches will hit ya hard like a heavyweight
u feathaweight getin ya ass whipped the only thing u demonstrate
u need to focus betta yet meditate
b-4 i levitate ya face then your corpse cuz thats the only way u 'ELEVATE'

nekka wait, yo flow garbage, shit im just bein honest//
stop it ur an embarrasment, very bitch are wat your bars is//
im sick shit my lyrics got a nigga barfin//
skeptik ca get remeasured wen tek-clips rip in his garmet//
now his mom is singin out dearly departed
n janitors moppin his thought particles off his lawn n
keyz got it locked, skeptik just another cretik// (critic)
listen i bet this aint even a me goin hard spit//

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TIME TO GET RID OF YA ALL.....

this is a freestyle just something to mess-with...
then skeptik clap back... cuz my weakest drop beat'em and he couldnt accept it...
the rest of the verse he'll get negeltic... cuz there more to feed...
cuz like angry piano players... im about to smash on 42-keys...
this dude a fake with raps.. plus he's from chi-town...
couldnt even fuck the lose hoe... cuz around him they get shy-now...
he thought he was doing something.. cuz he's humping with the belt still tied down...
and the stupid mother fucker busted a nut before shorty even lied-down..
an ya verse like a family murder... cuz reading it make us cry-loud...
you couldnt drop a hard verse if,
...ya rap-book was on the roof with a bunggy-cord attech on the ground tied-down..
im fine now... enough of this prick.. im about to whore this bitch...
cuz L.I a tranvestite... "miss me?".. FUCK NO.. why would i want to look at a fagget switch...
he's ass-hole is wide-open... look at him with he's head down like who-knew..
cuz he's name express he's ass-hole.. lets other know to "do you"...
and fuck our battle... that was a different style i tryed... no offense been made...
but either im bugging or they despreate for letting a queer in chryme sindicate...
who the fuck care's about ya style.. its only dick-ryders who loves it...
you just mad cuz ya style i'll never be phat like a pragnet bitch stomach...
here we go ya moms loves it on the knees...
but ya girls a shoppin' carts handle...always pushed around and stuff'd with meat...
im done toping L.I and he fake fame lets change names to sonny bars...
he's verse cant fight... cuz like fast-brakes... i'll run-ya-guard... (get it)
so there no dout with rap this bitch weaker...
cuz aint no-one buying it like boot-leg jordan snakers...
and fuck a rematch.. cuz like lighter sonny there no match...
now get off this danm computer... there no need for a young'in in a adult-chat...
cuz honestly you'll get hurt and bruised in' shackles...
thug? closest you got locked up... would be our re-match thread since people are lazy to vote on battles... MOTHER FUCKERS....

L.I.?? Quit. my verse?? You'll never PHYSICALLY-GET-WITH-IT
n u better than me?? L.I must stand for "LITERALLY-IGNORANT"!
my style was played in 03? i wouldn't make a STATEMENT
cuz the style you have was played the day it was CREATED..
WE-HATE-IT cuz ^HE-MADE-IT. It should've got CREMATED
but since it didn't, i'll RE-BLAZE-IT til it's INDEED-FADED..
u BEEN the punchline champ?? that braggin shud VANISH
cuz you've BEEN the punchline champ....but i AM-IT!
Ransum...rap practice?? u shud start COMIN'-MORE
instead of droppin a long ass verse thats wacker than the ONE-BEFORE..
i already killed you, how you still RUNNIN',-WHORE??
i put u 6 ft in the dirt...guess i gotta stomp u UNDER-MORE..
Understand: i run with G'z, but u RUN-WIT-WHORES
who go around suckin' dick til they TONGUE-IS-SOAR!
The rapgame is a building; i'm at the top, u UNDER-FLOORS
when i come, you scream louder than the THUNDER-ROAR
bars like 'incomplete nip tucks', they leave 'STOMACHS-TORE'
you cudn't 'bust sharp', even if you 'CUM-WIT-SWORDS'
fag, u touched more dicks than the 'TONGUES-OF-WHORES'
you a HOE,-SON...he shoots at guys with NO-GUN. Lol!
ya mouth HOLD-CUM, so 'spit it out' like 'OLD-GUM'
in battles, you've been beaten more than OLD-DRUMS
so beat me?? u gotta better chance fuckin' a HOE,-SON..

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hol-up no-suh u aint gettin on on my guy rans
im finna get at this guy head
the nine let lead grind flesh, mines read-y betch please
listen the only thing u killed was yo dick-beat'n it ta death
see, im me, ur just some body else kid
i aint got time ta play witcha, predator i am
no dreads just a fade nigga, mess wit the man'll have me like ants in dirty hair pieces, steppin in ya wig
ransom'll smash keys, like a mad piano player?? lol
naw but dawg that glock'll give this mog shots like a waiter
have em like his name, i spark the mossburg he ran some
played dodge-ball cuz he saw stars like the bottom front of my Air 1
that bungee line was, the weakest shit i ever read but
damn bruh you made THAT structure yo brand
man up dawg u had ta know Bet-ta, that that
cuz u dissed me sec-und n i was the one abev ya
step up n get stepped on just like sonny bars's bars
cuz every-one elses-is-heavier
ex, specially mines, diss me get ready to die
yo whole rap like bizzy scedules, all u got iz dead lines
it is so many fuckin lies in this man lines
sayin he a good artist, LOL at this pet fly
i ate evrybody i dissed, sonny bars just land on dead guys
n diss em, till every eye get combusted frum my tek-9

who fuckin wit it?

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SONNY.. with rap's... WHEN THE FUCK YOU GONNA STOP IT...
cuz ya shit wouldnt take flight like un-fuel-rockets...
gun like pimples.. an i sure do pop-it...
this cypher wouldnt be in your graspe if it came in a lock-it...
Like a grenade I pull out the pen then competition gets blown away...
am Similar to a skunk... don't cross my path cause I'm known to spray...
No matter how much Milk these kids drink I make their bones decay...
Takin out whole Networks with weak signals though no phones delay...
Even though they thought and claimed that they were armed & ready...
I end Nightmares with lethal shots like syringes @ the ends of the arms of Freddy...
True it was nowhere near the holiday of Halloween...
Yet when they saw the mask all they could do was ball an scream...
I snatch all da cream flip the phone open then call the team ( 300. J.G)....
Headz anticipate our delivery knowin we push dope linez 2 all the feens...
Sellin our goods in hoods by words from mouth til all da product is gone...
Showin our status is higher than burnouts smokin pot in their bong...
so from here on u'll be taking shots like herion...
and i dont need weapons to kill sonny bars with bare-arms... MOTHER FUCKER....

YOU NOT ON MY LEVEL....
and im not even AMP YET....
IM LAUGHING AT YOU DUDES THINKING YA GOT THE BEST OF ME...

WATCH OUT FOR MY OPEN MIC SOON DROPING...

CALLED BODY SNATCHER...

Fags like yu dont deserve to breathe, so i'll RIP-YA-LUNGS-OUT
n' yeah, ur gun's like pimples...cuz when u pop it, LIQUID-COMES-OUT!
if i came to a party he was at, this BITCH-WOULD-RUN-OUT
and he'd 'run back to the Rev' like CHICKS-ON-'RUNS-HOUSE'
when my CLIPS-N-GUNS-OUT, Sonny KILLIN'-THA-BASTARD
u 'unprepared to spray'..like 'febreeze cans STILL-IN-THA-PLASTIC'
my words ILLER-THAN-GRAPHICS, REALER-THAN-MAGIC
too advanced to compare to ur verses of FILLERS-N'-WACK-SHIT
i'll FEEL-EM-WIT-ACID, burn ya insides wit INTERNAL-FLAMES
your career movin soo slow....it even got TURTLE'S-SHAMED!
i'ma PROFESSIONAL-AT-THIS, absolute BEST-ON-THE-ATLAS
i'll easily STEP-ON-U-FAGGOTS from my INTELLECTUAL-STATUS..
the PRESSURE-GREW-TRAGIC. u thought i cudn't MESS-WIT-U-AT-THIS
now u realize u wont win, you gonna take LESSONS-OR-PRACTICE..
Ya open mics name is 'Body Snatcher'?? you WILD-AS-EVER
cuz only bodies u snatchin...is little gurls cuz u a CHILD-MOLESTER!

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A.K.A The Punchline Champion!

i've seen the name long time ago... and the person behind it still blows...
so many corney concept's... i bet the next-one would invole a dildo...
you dont know ransum... so dont play with the kid...
but ya girl do... cuz her mouth where i hide my kids...
where you from sound like a bounce of fag... wtf is a steel city...
the place where they like HARD-CUM-BACKS... you still feel-me....
so shut the fuck up with ya wack thesis...
cuz outta the whole bounce your the weakest piece kid...
i can set it off simple and plain... leave you cripple and slyain...
an have bullets remove ya top off... like a tumor from brain...
MOTHER FUCKER...