Tight.

so your name is sh@t-a-shot
by the look of your rhyms i think you been on to much pot
you think you're good but you really not
so are u a gurl or a guy it's makin me wonder
you better be careful or u'll be 6 feet under
so are you a whore or a ho
i really want to know
like the wind in the trees you can watch me blow
i say pick it up you're way to slow
when i come thourgh you better lay on the low

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so what chicks can rap too/
u won't battle me cause i can beat u/

yo u new to rb
u can't handle me
i kill u and yo damn family
leave yo brains dangeling
bitch u hopeless
if rappin's all ya got u gonna be homeless

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Fonzi Da Great

Take a look at ya posts, you newer than me/
Quit the hostility or this'll end up hospitally/
With you in the back of the van on life support/
From bein caught in ya lung with 5 holes I thought/
You'd be more of a challenge wen you was talkin big/
But ya sig signifies you weak like the fonz you die quick/
Take ya ass back to the diner with ya worn out white music/
Cos jus the look of you an ya rhymes got everyone on here fuckin sick/

we all know ya gay and into anal sex
ur the guy who possed for goatse.cx
your spitz are wack and pre-writtin
whick of vanillas ice's lyrics havent you bittin
now riddle me this how wack can you get
replying to this is gonna be ya worst bet

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This bitch above me should be underneath,
I could bite his rhymes, without even using teeth,
See i don't need to make no sense, to diss this bitch ass fool,
When he heard the gangsta's talkin, he bought a spanner as a tool,
He knows shit about shit, While i give hit after hit,
Hittin bitch after bitch, Loadin clip after clip,
He could shoot from point blank range, an his dumb ass'd miss

Traxik and Tragic and Tragedy, Disappearing your respect like magic and melody
Im Lath-agic in comedy and we are laughing. Your lyrics need a bath-ing.
Homeless people smell them and say they are passing. Rather starve an fast-en
So listern, elevate and clean up if you ever want to glisten. Roll over u in my Nissan
Ring Kids Help Line, your virginity is missing. Anal cancer in remission
Your personals weren’t dissing. The guy behind you is blissing
I am pissing on and burning you, and your about to peel.
Wind you back down to earth with a rhythmic reel.
Picking on you And you’re so called gangster appeal.
Just another fucking Ali G “keep it weeeal”

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I say mali you say booooo

when you say "mali...", we all just 'BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'!!!//
treat ya like a 'baby sheep' in a trash compacter and crush 'ewe'//

dude, your more 'weak' than 'seven long days' in a row//
God dont like pussies, theres no 'heaven' where you 'dead' gays will go//

blaze me? you couldnt 'fade me' if you had 'electric clippers'//
your 'crazy', im a 'deranged king' fuckin' eclectic strippers//

this is just a quick freestyle, a 'killing spree' to this lame fake jamie kennedy//
dont forget, you can get 'clipped like bullets and planes do the late, great kennedys'//


(no real beef b rad.)
(viewers- yes this is simple. i just wanted to post up a quick freestyle diss. i had fun and thats all that matters. fuck it though like fuck it though.)

s.v. unbreakable..........big bad c.s.

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Quote:

Originally Posted by Nick Fletcher. I don't drive an Eclipse, they're chickmobiles.

QUESTION: Is it even possible to improve upon perfection???
ANSWER: CRHYME SINDICATE



"I remember this one time I thought I was wrong........but I was mistaken." -Unknown




R.I.P. Jonathan "ONE MAN BAND/TERUMOTO" Nigro. Goodbye brother. God bless the dead. One love.

look at this, looks like we got a villain/
yet wheneva he's attackin peeps like us is just chillin/
to think he could do damage on anyone is danger/
he's like the forest bear and i'm the park ranger/
i got ammo and i'm shootin this gun/
destroyin this villain is honestly just fun/
u don't mess with me cause i'm number 1/
i'll treat u like burnt meat, finished and done/
i look at u and theres no crew behind u/
except that little dick that tried to circumcize u/
ended up missin and dedickemsized u/
realizin why any chick would never like u/
so now i leave u cryin and ready to run/
like a true hero my work here is done/


no hate pzzzzzzzz

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FNE

fuck that it aint like you number one i alone got less posts than slayer and rippin you like a red headed step son aint the fact hes a newb you had to write that shit its the fact you have to use that as an ending to a wack as spit you like a tranny "lenny to lisa" makin a switch check your shit know who's the bitch!

CPR who do you think you are
i'll stuff you like kareem abdul jabar
your shit is weak
if i was you i'd just take a seat
if we were to spit i doubt you'd take me far
because you'll be laying on your back waiting for someone to give you CPR

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Ich Bin Überlegen!


C W A 4 LYFE

Aera shit what ever your name is
Ill just remember you by the lamest
Im like Master P dont make me act a fool
You must be the one who invented being a jerk in middle School.

iight hon i don't kno who you are/but one thing i kno is to be a star your way far/get off the site you're dissin us all/boi what'z wronge did you forget to stand tall/didn't your mom ever tell you '' if you can't say nothin nice don't talk at all''/NO sry forgot your mom waz to buzy f*ckin your uncle tom/god i hate peepz like you walk around sayin that your the f*ckin bomb/boy wat happined we must have shot you off in vietnam/go ahead say somethin back to me/but wat ever you say you'll never be me

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so what chicks can rap too/
u won't battle me cause i can beat u/

Look here Slippa I knows you a fake nigga/
you the type that be hesitate whether to pull the trigga/
yeah thats right I can't stand fake niggas/
I don't know bout u but this nigga bout to kill ya/
I don't give a fuck nigga up here writin 4 bars thinkin its 4 stars/
nigga I'll leave u shuffled like a deck of cards/
man fuck that shit learn to write a verse/
I'm type that'll leave your body slippin in hearse/
You can come back and tell me that shits hurts/
but in this world u really gotta put in some work/
I don't like lazy MC's like Dylan and you/
how the fuck u write 4 bars I can't expect the best out of u/
thats like writin a sentence to a story/
u can't compete wit my style u really bore me/
just get a new hobby like blowin dicks in hotel lobbys/
come back wit condom for a stocking cap and try to stop me

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Put your little freestyles out/
Don't know'em but your boys get'em/
Ask the kid on the corner I mop the floor wit'em "SWEEP!!!"/
A nigga talk bout me he need the lord wit'em/
or guardian angel on tour wit'em/
I turn your friends against ya I make u wish u wasn't/
I'm part of your family more like a distant cousin/
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