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omg trick learn how to right properly//
coz dose rhymes were nothing but motherly//
103 posts u still havent begun to see//
dat fresh emcee, will fuck u up see??//
hahah shit my rhymes are coming out really simple, only coz im battling you//
now run away for i start coming for you, true??
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wat u playin at ur ryhmes are straight wack...
i'll send ya to hell an ur neva comin back...
you need a miracle to make ur lines PhAt...
U could spit better on this cypher if u smoked crack...
Your rhymes are untidy like a washing basket...
Spit back at me an u'll be sleeping in a casket...
I got so many ways to dis-u im just playfull wit-u...
i'll let a razor slit-u untill they got to staple stitch-u...
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who are you bitch are you just a french whore/
fried up like potatoes cooked and sold in stores/
come on man your cyphs aint even hardcore/
he tryin to diss someone that he hasnt even known before/
he cant diss he just a wannabe like he ridin on a dick/
this bitch says hes poison free so i give him poison that makes him sick/
his rhymes dont click, they just get erased on paper cause they werent slick/
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yo, m.j lover i read that thing about the heart,
if i win trust me on this one, fuck it i won't even start
ive got mind control over you like d.bo,
cause u aint my friend, wen i'm around ur quiet, wen i'm gone ur be tlking again.you think your rhymes sick,i'll leave u lying stiff, i'll put ur corpse in a himelick and brake ur spine bitch,the pain to make your voice change octive,from low pitch to high pitch,every hour i kill a hostage.i judge mc's by ther lyrical fitness and punish 2 hot for putting corny stickers on his mixes,you scratch my back i'll scratch yours bitch, i'll eat your swordfish if suck my sausauge
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you say your rhymes are sick//
yeh they as sick, as you suckin a dick//
yeh, they make me wanna throw up//
make sick like when you drink cum in a cup//
your talking bout killin hostages//
when your really only sucking sausages//
you wanna scratch his back?//
or do you really wanna suck his sack?//
you say your lyrically fit//
man you i say your not, look at that shit//
looks like your writing a paragraph//
might have a rap if you cut it in half//
iight man your not worth my time//
so next post, atleast try to rhyme//
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If Spiro had einsteins brain he still wouldn't be clever
you best take ya ass on over to the wackness emergency center/
i coulda took you out with the first verse i ever wrote
my words speak for me no need to shout i'll take two tokes/
get straight smashed in combat with me as your opponent
you seem like the type to jack rhymes and say that you wrote it/
this dudes pissin me off cus he's so whack you can quote this
seems like we got another entry in the category of 'MC's Hopeless'//
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yo pugilist must feel like getting merked/
everyone!...... he likes dick and thats wut he slurps/
there will not be anyone else posting after u, hopefully thell know/
that ur wack ass blows/
bitch say im illtertate/
ur the faggot with the guys sayin its all just an experiment/
dawg, for that dick breath, heres some speermint
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yo..... Dont take these diss's to personal but your dreams im'a shatter// That was a nice line you done spit but in this cypher like where your from " it doesnt matter"// Tbirdraw? wit a name like that it sounds like you the one who needs tah get merked// you talk alot about other people bein fag but i heard its yo ass that likes to get worked// my diss's go on and on just like the never ending story// even after 100 punch lines you could never floor me
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yo- y_not eat shit, as u tlk shit, y_not walk in shit as u walk shit,
y_not get a spoon and eat my asshole,
you dnt belong on this site,
at 4.am u did this rhyme while ur foreskin was tite,
dirty, after this u watched gay porn for the rest of the nite,
yo y_not, y_not get off the internet,
so i can intersect
wid a real punch,(punchline/ get it)
and send u flying to the floor,
i'll make ur niggas rok like bal-4,
and show ur scrawney ass to the front door.
i'm a make sure, i'll battle u by the end of the week,
u aint a rapper, u just an internet geek,
and i'm a kill all ur fake freaks, by da end of the year,
yo charles u only battle cause of 8 mile,
knock, knock, its the po-lice. uh oh run charles ur a pedo-file.
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Oh my God this cat above is a fucken fraud, hope ya remember this introduction to the dawg/
Ya weak and pathetic, ya lyrics... ya might as well forget it, cuz down is the only direction ya headed/
dan-b-nas sounds like a-faggot-with-no-class, quick to 'wRAP' ya lips on-a-Dick ~N~ taste-the-SHIT out-ya-ASS/
Ouch! in the position 'Crouched' Sexing ya-brotha on ya-Motha's Couch/
Ya style Sucks more than than ya Momma Fucks, Known as Lady Luck... trading SEX ~4~ A- Buck/
Talking about a battle, stick to a baby Rattle, your full of mindless praddle, if ya know what's good, ya betta sca-da-dle/
They call me Mr. Bounce Blazing Herbs ~N~ Quick to Announce... Your a sucka MC ~N~ from this site ya should BOUNCE!
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bouncedoggy bounce while you bite i pounce/
if ya weighed wid me you wouldnt weigh an ounce/
coz your nuttin be a flea bitten mutt/
at a record label for you,the doors slam shut/
so go now before i take ya back to tha pound/
coz when ya spit i here nuttin....not a sound/
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Lyrical Cyanide, it's more like lyrical genocide, cuz I'm bringing ya death so ya best Run~N~Hide/
Better take this warning in stride, cuz I'm decimating ya pride ~N~ erradicating ya Tribe/
Four Hundred ~N~ twenty posts is the closest you'll ever get to Dope, so ya betta just cope/
My verbage will hang ya like some Soap on a Rope, my styles will bless ya like 'Water' to the 'Pope'/
Ya hear nothing when I spit? That's cuz ya never around when Ya GIRL is Going 'Down' on my Tip/
We can all see that 'Frown' cuz ya know you've been 'Clowned' by the 'Dastardly Hound'/
So ya want to step to the Big Dawgs, I'll leave ya Mind in a Bog, and Stop ya Heart like a 'Clog'/
What?
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If i 'dissd the person above' id rip lyrical cyanide
coz above me is a vacant space where shit reside//
Im sure you'd get votes for how 'hard u tried'
but u only spittin coz i left ur fatt ass burnt and fried//
U ask "what?" Here's the truth... i aint never lied
ur moment of glory is short lived... similar to Bonnie&Clyde//
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uh oh, here goes a kid who can't rap once again//
Another herb who can't stop my force once I'm in//
Leave Tek next to kin.. have his bones broke leave his legs without they shins//
I'm strapped wit steel, while Tek's strapped wit tin//
Poppen off mad clips at this ma'fuckas chin//
Your rap's as ugly as your avatars grin//
All you are is a fish without fins tryen to swim, ya punk bitch!
It's Nise
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this aint a diss like i'm suppost,
i cnt be assed to look bck at home for my posts,
just cing how many posts ive got,
for wat
the nxt person who disses me, u will hav bad luck for the rest of ur life no joke i'm being serious! i better do a rhyme like delerious so admin dnt kick me off, toke of a spliff and i cough,
my noes is full of snot, is this whack or wat.lol!