DISS TO INFAMOUS D #2

INFAMOUS You rap like a clown or jerk while your girl wears a wrap-
Around skirt she suck more dick than CHARASMATIC he perhaps
An addict for cock can’t get that quick tick off my dick, my rhymes ill
If you try to block it I’ll hit you in your eye socket this rhyme design kills
Bitches like you nigga I’ll pull the trigga and hurt your brain like Kurt Kobain
INFAMOUS your butt fake and your head is cup-shaped you have a flaring
Mouth like a bell, strokes from your clapper let folks know you not a rapper,airing
Your rhymes like clothes drying on a line , you a ding dong your thing is wrong
lock you in a tunnel use a hot funnel to drain your lame brains you an unknown
I have large power you dodge and cower like a scared child you not strong
INFAMOUS I rhyme in glorious harmony dangerous like a victorious army flex invincibility
You just vexed and silly like crack heads, facts misled no taste like a bad Philly
Steak, you a hurting type of freak I’m like heat I dry wet paint you just a guy that
Faints under pressure a damn pussy, why battle and try saddle horses, ass too fat
You fall off you all soft like marshmallows, chump your script is like junk on
A ship just float around and never dock you not clever or hot punk go home
INFAMOUS your flight been wrecked so write out a check there’s a blank
Amount in your bank account plus yur rhymes unattractive just a skank
Junk Inactive no rank, why your whack ass crave for fame I’ll engrave
My name on your forehead and tattoo your mainframe with flame so save
Yourself don’t battle and I won’t rattle your dull skull you have no flave
INFAMOUS you act spoil while my facts boil when they make contact
With oil leaving you a can of Quaker State for your sloppy jalopy you too whack
And rattled to drive a car plus you haven’t survived this battle so far you have
A corrupted religion alng with obstructed vision you can’t see if you grabbed
A microscope just a psycho on dope leave that crack alone and up your vocab

i already killed u on every other site just stop posting this its gettin sad

naw just my vocab alone wated you i mean you tried but i was too much and if you don't know now you know

u kno i killed u every other site kno i killed u thats the bottom line basically madrapper can't beat me

we all kno wat a king is
and this kid should kno when its beef fly away like he got wings kid
i did the impossiblie got shot and survived
but mad u wont make once ur burried alive
u all hype and me i let my style speak clear
im harder than u ever were and u been here 4 years
so u can save all ur bullshit
matter fact dude quit
cuz u aint never gonna get a win that nigga D sick
its like my words do flips when im hittin these keys now
u thought u were a champ and i really dont see how
u just like how i P.I.M.P now
i'll have ya chick commin off the dome and i aint talkin a freestlye
but mad ur hella funny kid
the way u think u make an impact like pac and fukin biggie did
when niggas be talkin the songs big and pac do
the only time they say ur name is askin "madrapper who?"
madrapper u no madrapper me
lets role play i'll be u and u can try 2 be me
i'll say hi im madrapper i think i can rhyme
but im scared so im on the internet all of the time
i got these niggas all thinkin im a young nigga tryna make it
when im really thirty sittin at my mommas house half naked
on the computer typin away tellin them im the man
wit my left hand hittin buttons my dick in my right hand
i got no car no gurl no house of my own
im grown my momma still tell me when i can use the phone
DAMN i had 2 stop that man u worst than i thought
i think yo moms commin read this b4 u get caught

whack simple kindergaten shit homey straight up played out no rhyme creation

but u have no action just admit defeat and come harder the next time u actin kinda like 50cent rap 2 verses then talk 4 2 hours stfu and spit

COME ON MAN YOU KINDERGARTEN WITH YOUR SHIT I'M NAMING YOU SHIRLEY TEMPLE BITCH

if u reall on it we can battle but until u do stop talkin shit damn

got you in a wild panic like a child mechanic// bitch you fiddle with nuts and bolts just a brittle slut and no quotes// look kid you best chuckle and be calm your bridge got buckled in my rhyme storm got your mind alarmed// like a security system you have no purity or wisdom

madrappers an example of a bitch wit a rhyme scheme
but when D start rhyming im brighter than high beams
really mads a pussy hoe i'll have u bleeding critical
from bullets like somebody fucked u 2 hard in yo puusy hole
ay i bet u like it though u cant see me fightin though
pull the tech out and i'll let the bullets bite u hoe
but really i love my fam i love my niggas i love my triggaz so i can just grab'em and then i blast off
i love my paper i love u haters but really there no room left on my dick so jump tha fuck off

BITCH

DAMNNNNNNNNN!!!!!! Nigga WRECKED yo shit...That niggas name needs to be madWACK ...

LET THIS NIGGA KNO HE SWEARS HE CAN BEAT ME HE AINT GOT THE SKILL AND IT SAD CUZ HE GROWN AS HELL HE AINT GETTIN NO BETTER FROM HERE HAHA

DAMN INFAMOUS YOU GOTS NO VOCAB AND YOUR SHIT IS PLAYED OUT GIVE IT UP AND GO TO SCHOOL SON

I AM IN SCHOOL I BATTLE U ON MY FREE TIME BETWEEN SCHOOL AND WORK BUT I GUESS WHEN U LIKE 40 LIVIN ALL ALONE WIT NO JOB AND NO LIVE ALL THE TIME IS FREE TIME

FUCK THIS NO VOCAB CRAB NIGGA HE'S TO FUCKING WHACK TO PUT HIS NAME DOWN HA! HA! HA!

humble spits i deliver, i don't copy Styles,
beefin' me leaves yo' ass with bad profiles,
niggas say i ain't shit, that i need some elevation,
when their flow is wack and dead, lackin' escalation,
hip hop ain't elevated poppin' glocks you don't have,
either way them niggas fakes, so i say "fuck that",
my caps are my words, those be aimin' yo' ego,
easy mind playin' you like buildin' figures with Lego,
since murk off yo' ho'-ass ain't nothin' but my grub,
i'm yo' bitch's addiction, i'm her favorite drug,
so all these leaves you nowhere, since y'all are just ashes,
neither God can protect y'all from this hard tongue bashes,
lyrically burial like y'all Bleek or Mase,
with my foot in yo' heads zippin' some Purple Haze,
got mo' bars than Game to stomp y'all to death,
just a couple is enough to fuck yo' lyricall health,
either mixtapes or solo albums, you won't go pop,
niggas thinkin' they rap pro, those lies need a stop,
y'all ain't sold yo' spits, makin' them go Plat,
steady-trash rhymes like yours will always be flat,
real mc's be 'round me like i'm some kinda hive,
'cause i rap with lil' effort, while y'all doin'a big strive,
i don't need to post a thousand messages fo' attention,
the fire in my spits leaves y'all with no retaliation,
y'all just clowns big time like Ronald McDonald,
strech yo' ass with fine lyrics from here to Poland,
came to the game, and began being hated,
received from niggas whose rhymes are underrated,
in the beat i'm hoppin, fire spits are poppin',
burned yo' punk-ass 'cause y'all keep bluffin',
i only use basics to go and get rid of you,
y'all so wack in rap that no one considers you,
gettin' at me doggs, ain't easy to accomplish,
thought i was soft, got it so wrong bitch.

im not an expert and i havent even watched Mad 4 that long but this is not his style of rap he uses mor multis and keeps his flow longer than 2 word rhymes scheme its a hot drop but i doubt it's mads