haha nice verse


aiight now its time for da fresh 2 step~in//
i've merked u at da start while in testing//(taps mic, and says testing....testing)
u may be better dan da other~guy//
wen i enter i whoop ur ass, n u wonder y ur mother~cries//
man i gotta make dis short//
violence is an option in which i mite resort//
im going out, fresh signing out//
thug soljaz gone, private signing out//(lyk da guys in da army)

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iight, Diverse, look at ya man, lil super hero's busting out moves like jackie chan//
i hope you got super powers cuz Spiro is here, to impose the fear//
you try to be an x-man, looks more like an xxx-woman//
"aka Treazon"? why the z? is there even a reason?//
cant ya spell? or was your teach still givin ya it in the tail?//
guess what everybody? Treazon rules!! APRIL FOOLS!//
i might be new, but im better then you//
so ima head out, ill let someone else finish this bout*//

*bout - A contest between antagonists

Ok spiro its time to send you on a down ward spiral
Not like you got far to go your rymes sound like you should be on American Idol
Your first post Congrads clap clap and strap strap cuz I'm after your ass
A lass a said lil boi, cuz this kitty picks and pulls and plays with you like a toy
I rips anybody New or old, and I stand and I laugh when your blood truns cold
I'm not an easy bitch don't think that for one bit
But I quickly do a quicky on rappers that ain't shit

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I live to die and
Destance my self to Feel
My life is an oxymoran
Like a suicide Pill

First off the kidd can't count the post limit is 6
I'll puff and spit and dismiss your rap like a house made of sticks
So how long did take for you to thikn of that trash
and still I'll put you on blast Dop you like Bombs on Iraq and blow away the ash
Don't come to a game you straped for
you better wear your vest before you come stompen through my door
Oh boi young son your done i'll leave with no eyes so you'll have to blind Spit
Do him like a majic show and vanish you trick

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I live to die and
Destance my self to Feel
My life is an oxymoran
Like a suicide Pill

you were never a long term emcee
only time u were was when u took it to the cypher in longated school beats
so when you spit visualize me in your fucking head
cuz thats the only way your gonna see ill when ur life flashed infron ya eyes
we spoke once of the wackest mc and u take the cake, icecream and the plastic knives
Send you to ya demise get u sized up then cut the fuck down
If you ever got famous it would have to be how u fell and on ems dick they found

.wor.d.

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We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office
Aesop.

You ain't a champ you's a chump//
'Insert' you wit lead that'll have ya back slump//
I'm on the hunt...so ofcourse you on the run//
My games hot like playen Monopoly on the sun//
My rhymes weigh a ton, while yours are no match//
Insert lacks-on-attack, so-step-back for you hear this-gat-clap//
Put Insert in a rat-trap cause his raps-wack//
No insurance on your life, so fuck a Aflac//
Pop you like a flat, swing you like a bat//
So insert, you mine as well just stop where you at..

I'm Nise

why the fuck are you bolding?? .. everyone can see you suck!
your more of a penis fluff .. bitches swingin like 'venus'
givin brains in clubs .. now he thinks hes a genious, FUCKIN PUNK
redeemless of the fact, your goin across ur own words ...
ya wack ... an more assed out then ben affleck
till I put the cross to ya chest ... like convertin to catholic!
Make you a famous star, fuck ... an asterik!..

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Just cause you from Brooklyn don't mean you won't get tooken//
Ya shits weak, I can tell from ya losses//
You fuck wit fat chicks that only eat at Hoss's//
You best be cautious//
Cause my rap be sick to where your ass gets nauseous//
I rock this...I'm unbareable your terrible... my tech'll shoot out ya floor//
Shoot up ya walls and buck down your door//
I'm handen out pain that'll leave you sore...close to death//
Go head rest, put you to sleep from pullen the heat you ain't no true test!

I'm ~.Nise.~

waiting on your rhymes, is like reading it 10 times//
we gotta read a book, before you show how much you suck//
yeh your "nise" so you take it twice//
in the ass, you take it really fast//
you and chase, like a mental case//
gay lovers? fuckin under the covers?//
it seems so, gay as a dirty man-ho//
this dude cannabarz cant even rhyme//
so hopefully this is his last time//
whoa, insert, im feelling ya chase//
that musta hurt//
iight im done, ill let the "lovers" have some fun//

you spiro, i let you "slide" you little internet geek
ya faggot dont grab my ass when i say " i'll just turn the other cheek",
so go back to surfer crew sayin Whoa nad Dude,
cause i'm the professor and plum done given you clues,
I thought i'd be nise and take over the mike,
stupid fuck i like it better when you cant stand and fight,

ra ur lyrically dull/
fuck rapin man u need a bullet to tha skull/
ur a rhythmical misfit/
like fred durst from limp bizkit/
ur new to rb though/
i'll knock you out wit a feather pillow/

u neva gona blow up/
u couldn't be a dope rappa if u sed my rhymes fucked up/

hellbound ure rhymes are short to weak and shit
if that aint enough cuses ill call u a bitch
the other night your girlfriend tried to get real mushy
so without thinking i went and knocked the dust clean of that pussy

have u ever had sex with that girl cus i had to break her in
if u dont believe i had sex check the cum on her chin

damn ur shits wack i'll put a hole in yo head while i fuck yo bitch from the back/
ur a flyweight rappa waitin for me to shatta yo crainium an turn yo face inta an ass crack/
if ya fuck ma ho then ya no her pussy juice flow laced wit dease like herpies, gonorea, clymidea gettin rid o ya/
i go straight up the ass leave her lookin like a raw dawg wit a rash/
u didn't break her in u fucked her in her belly button so stop frontin pin dick think quik/
ur wack lyrics av left ya in the blitz u call me a bitch but u "aint shit like piss"/

hellbound to the ground, locked in chains when I bust rounds/
on ur sound, cuz u wack, shit black cept in fact u turnin white as the crack u puff back/
so step off the streets, cuz u ain't got the heat to handle a piece/
bitches better believe, that u an me ain't a challenge to rip ur shit clean/
juss kick out ur knees, so u'll be at ur own level when u lookin up at me/
my bad, but I gotta have one more line in this rap, so fuck ur shit cuz u wack! I'll juss end it with that/

edited last line in.

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