I'm cuttin' heads like a safari
playin' mc's like an atari
smoked out like the late great bob marley
laced with salivia
the shit be hella dreamy
like going down on a chick
and the pussies extra creamy

Nigga you caint hang/kidd you jus too low/you aint in mah range/ nugga you caint flo/work on ya rhymes n then holla/i aint gon waste mah tyme blazin atta rookie/i wrecked these bars/Freestyle Kang tha Mayja League Balla/G.O.D.S.

Shut da f#uk up!,

"Freestyle King,"

Please man, more like da freestyle queen!!!

Yo Holla back, was good kid,

damn a nigga from Cali , Oh shit..

You bitches iz wack up in da westside,

come visit da east and see what frestylin is really all about

Nigguh YOU need to shut up
Talkin shit about tha west
jealous cuz u know we tha best
lets rhyme kidd! im puttin u to tha test
or be a little birdy scared to flock out tha nest
???East???Nigga u tryin to claim?
"?Anonymous?" You cant even put ya name!
i bet you wont spit
cuz yo fuckin mouths dry
Dont make it so another whack emcee from the "EAST" has to die!

You aint cuttin' heads nigguh you suckin heads
My rhymes is like lyrical lead
and u aint gettin pussy u jackin off in bed/
Pussie cream is what you see in ya dreams
ur weak cuz!! every nigga on tha post gotta way wit da tag team!

mutha fuck you nigga/stop preaching ya shyt/i grab mah mutha fuckin glock/n start squeezin mah shyt/MLB show no mercy fo tha weak bitch/so save ya speach bitch/you caint reach/im too deep/in theze streetz bitch/dont piss me off/ i'll put this gat to ya head/caint you see theze cockblockin bitches pray fo me to be dead/you gettin soft now/you must wanna die too/all it takes is this fuckin freestyle/fo MLB to beatchu/

"10 S3C"

Nigga u aint real! Rappin about a glock??
Nigg whats the deal!
U know you aint got no steal
Eatin dick and ass everyday as a 2 course meal!
The only gat you squeez is a squirt gun
Me Like Boyz aka "MLB" i do this shit fo fun
yo rhymes aint hot,and they been layin in the sun
Ill shut ya rhymes down in less than 10 seconds
its so pleasant
grab the mic then mic check it
Ur whole flow/ i wrecked it
u need to whatch it dawg
ill hit ya wit nike's so u can check urself
Ur flo careers over put ya raps up on tha shelf!
"KKJ"

"10 seconds"? nobody asked how long u last in bed
I cant beleive u talk about puttin gats to the head
Maybe a daisy that contains pellets not real lead
"MLB" Me Like Butts
You know this niggaz gay u can tell by the way he strutts
Quit spittin nigga go back to lickin nutts
Nigguh quit tryin to rap/For u get trapped
cuz Im like rooms wit shut doors
wit tempatures so hott, i leave ya sweatin threw ya pours
you tha whack emcee that nobody adors
My flows are so slick i got you slippin on tha floors
Nigga dont battle me jus gimmie props and such
you put hoover outta buisness
cuz yo raps SUCK that much
Nigga dont think u can win,i gotta killa clutch!

Now KKJ, you jus anotha wigguh tryna spit linez// you still a lil kid cuz you aint wit mine// Why you even try when you know yo rhymez aint cuttin// you see a nigguhz azz, then i know you'll start humpin// So quit tha bullshiznit and spit tha real flamez// and dont come wit them weak azz rhymez cuz they jus lame// Cuz you tha type of nigguh that take diccz up yo butt makin ya fart// Wit enuff power to make a car start// Youz a fake azz nigguh wit them fake azz paragraphz// thats why you find nigguhz at tha other side of tha screen bustin out wit laughz// i be tha only one that know how to bust// And when i do, mah rhymez neva rust// i keep mah shit illa// Come round mah real hood, then you meetin a real life killa// you aint got no hood and you aint from tha streetz// you thought i was finished wit you tha first time, well i got mo triccz up mah sleeve// Cuz you needa get out tha kitchen cuz you cant handle tha heat// i been done murdered you wit mah rhymez............mission complete!!!!!!!

Tweezie, i spit linez that comitt crimes
yo rhymes aint worth a dime
they got no flava they sour like some limes
u aint even spitten raps/u spittin out balls
and U's a little toddler niggy u still got the crawls
my flows create bralls
my flows incenerate urs through metal walls
Niggy i dont spit flames i spit napalm
u osoma bin ladin screamin out "BOMB!"
ill crush u single handed wit one palm
u aint on my level yet
but u way past "MLB's"
u eatin niggaz bootys,breath smellin like butt cheeze
u read my rhymes then u stay still and start to freeze
suckin iggaz diks not finishin cuz u a tease
when niggaz holla to you they say get on yo knees
Tryin to rhyme wit me killa J??Mark nigga please!
ill burn ur rhymes like 5million degrees
nigga im 20 leagues unda tha see
and i still aint wet
"killa on the streets"?nigga U aint runnin no set!
nigga get on the crap table!u aint nuttin but a bet!
"killa on tha streets"??
who you got lined in the chalk?
cookie monster and the grouch
you aint killin shit u lickin big birds pouch
nigga ouch/ my rhymes hurt like elbows
nigga asked to fuck the red puppet elmo
But elmo aint gay that nigga said hellno!
u's a silly rabit/dont you know tricks are for kids?
you'll put a dick anywhere even in yo eye lids
mission complete?
u aint even started the first objective
nigga socked u and u hired a detective
You a little pussy ass nigga ur weaker then big tigga
ha ha ha
ur so ridiculous
my flows are so meticulous
nigga u cant get wit this
cuz ill take over and start an abduction
CIA investin my rhymes cuz they weapons of mass destrucion
im subtracting u wit "MLB" ya'll are jus a deduction!

You Holla nigga!

Nigguh, now quit yo frontin cuz you anotha fakah str8 outta tha craccer box wit salt// youz a lil faget and thats yo dadz fault// you aint even knowin mah history// i'll murder yo azz wit rhymes instantly// make yo azz disappear but appear on Unsolved Mysteries// CIA aint investin yo shit cuz they know it came out tha garbage// They even said stop flowin when yo azz jus started// Subtractin!? nigguh you'll be tha one missin// How you gon minus when yo azz jus started addition!?// Go hit them bookz and then you can holla// cuz right im at tha top and i stay hottah// Dont even try to flow wit them whacc azz freestylez// youz a lil girl, niggette, you should be on girlz gone wild// You grew up str8 as a square// while i was in tha ghetto where night nigguhz get scared// go to a real hood and then talk bout thugstaz and mobstaz// cuz right now, youz a craccer but eatin cookiez like tha cookie monster// Nigguh yo rhymez are weak and slower than a turtle// Trix are for Kidz!? aint that a commercial// spit some real line hittaz// cuz youz a fake ill rhyme spittah// i done burned you for tha last time// so dont reply bacc cuz i killed you tha last time!!!!!!!

aww dawg you jus whack/ instead of one/i gots two hoes on my back/KKJ stay outta this ur rhymes r too weak/ i chewed on ur shit/take it as a critique/ u got beef nigga go ahead with the drama/ whos the whore? nigga ask ya mama/ i had her spittin my name like she was a llama/ bitch im too hott/wit me u cant hang/ u Jonny Cage/i'll be Lui Keng/ when i start swingin my hands like a rave/shyytt/fuck u/ur highness/ill make u my slave/ damn right ima virus ill run thru ur mind/show ya ass up/leavin nothin behind/ herb from horse shit/man that shit was jive/ yea right nigga/how old you be/ five?/face it/u cant flo jus stop rappin/ damn right i was dead/ after that freestyle i read/ because i was dyin from laughin/ i run this show/got ur mom playin hooky/ im Tha Free$tyle KiNG/i wont waste mah tyme blazin at a rookie/lmfao im out playa

Freestle King, mah rhymez fucc ya up like a train wreccin// Howz this tha last minute!? when you only last 10 secondz// you tha type of nigguh that need a toothbrush cuz yo breath stay kiccin// you dont want beef nigguh so you should sticc to eatin chiccen// Chiccen be yo last meal served in a basket// then you tha first nigguh to be served in a casket// mah rhymez is too explicit fo ya cuz you still a lil infant// battlin wit me, then face death in an instant// i spit flamez fuccin up yo internalz// so therefore, i suggest you wear a vest ova yo soul// Wuz up wit tha baby rhymez and tha PG rated// you should neva came bacc cuz tha first time you was faded// go write some real shit and then come bacc// but until then stay up off mah stacc.....ha!

Every time you rhyme you get shut the fuck down//Nigga ur so weak us niggas cant help to clown//freestyle king?? I cut ya head off and took ya crown//nigga looks at the text and then starts to frown//Dont be madd nigga one day you'll be ridin bars//but now u gettin side swiped and u seein stars//Dien of laughter? nigga like ive never heard that line//i hope you dont steal my shit nigga stay off mines//dont respond nigga cuz i smoke u everytime//ur equal to a blunt nigga all the way to the roach//u cant flow nigga u need to hire a coach//practice makes perfect but only if u can spit//and u cant nigga so u just need to sit//fuckin wit me u better have a med kit//i bet u behind the computer throwin a fit//u might be hot but nigga im way hotter//tryin to battle?ur like cattle....in the line for slaughter

2 bofe u niggaz

Now letz get this str8 KKJ, i be tha one that stay unstoppable// i need a med kit!? you gon need tha whole hospital// yo mom mus love me if she uses tha tweezerz to plucc tha hair off her cucci// i banged that shit so hard, now itz so loosely// i thought you died tha first time you got tha dissin// i made yo mamaz clit so loose, now she can start fistin// one day nigguh, you'll be ready to write linez// cuz rite now you a cheerleader on tha sidelinez// i spit missilez and i drop bombz// go get ready to cheer, get yo pomz-pomz// cuz on erry joint i spit, i got tha crowd groovin// and erry time you kicc a can, that meanz that youre movin// yo rhymez were neva bold, they were alwayz fadin// im like cattle!? youre like a dog in front of an Asian// cuz i stay major and you stay minah// you still succin diccz and gettin no vagina// its okay though nigguh, they still got playboy// and you still got tha dildo, you and yo mama got tha same toy// i thought i told you, stop succin tha cum// you still wit 2% and MLB havin threesomez// you neva was tha king cuz you neva was passin tha test// how you in a throne when you still sittin in a desk!!!!!!!!!!!!!...........lol!!!!HA!!!!!!

I already got it "str8"//Nigguh u aint unstoppable//Ur double popable//u spit/but i aint wet cuz im water saluable//Keep my mom outta this and ill keep THIS out ya mama//yo mommas nasty she dont bleed periods,she bleeds commas//pretended niggaz u battle are cheerleaders??nigga u got issues//U a fagget you get more ass crack than tissue//nigga its fun to diss u//aint no one fistin MY momz.Tha homos luv to fist you//not jus the fist they go in wit tha wrist to//u aint spittin missiles u spittin out cum//couldnt find a dildo so u usin ur own thumb//bangin urself so hard ur ass is gettin num//nigga u must be dumb//you aint mayja leager u just a dick teaser//bitches shave now/ nigga they dont need tweesers//?minah? you know that aint me//im hittin tha ball from the plate//u hittin the ball off tha tee!//nigga yo rhymes wouldnt sell if ya sold em for free//u behind the computer and u still flee//u runnin out the house//my rhymes are tough u stallin to grab tha mouse//u cant even sit..nigguh u jus standin//my battles styles like ur sex life...single handed//i got ur moms hands she cant leave me stranded//nigga i landed//im here to stay and claim//Nigga dont try it im like lion u cant tame//ur rhymes are faggish u tha only one to blame//its a shame that u cant find nuttin to rap about but cum gays and dicks//fuck sticks i blew down ya flows and it was made of bricks//nigguh you got ur licks,but i got punches to ya face//im like sudam and bin laden im gone wit no trace//5 felony counts nigga closed case//25 to life for rhymes wit no taste//readin my rhymes burn ya eyez like mase//you cant keep up not even at my slowest pace!!//keep runnin nigga like ur gettin chased by the feds//This race sucked//change ur name to dick so you can be ahead!!.......Ha

Killer J you just dont make sense
what the fuck is double popable
the only thing that is popable is your dumb ass
when you make these ryhmes you are unstopable
Because no one knows as much about homos as you do
I think your the faggot here let me give you a clue
Your talkin about fags and butthole tissues
You be ryhmin while sippin on a yoo hoo
You tell this guy hes spittin out cum
what you talkin bout your where it came from
You have problems with fisting issues
talkin like you dont take fist too
YOu say your a lion that cant be tamed
But your a faggot whos buttholes gettin picture framed
Your so gay your parents are gettin blamed
If you keep this shit up youll be in the gay hall of fame
You aint batting you've got bad aim
Thats why yous catcher you handle balls like whats her name
Oh yeah its you mother tell her the checks in the mail
And next time she needs to cut her finger nail
Your right your like saddam and binladen they each have five wives
But they dont choose to fuck them they choose five guys
Your talking like your the big bad wolf
when you be hidin in the persian gulf
You have others do your work for you
you cut and paste your shit off the net or you get it from school
Dont be a fool im trying to tell it straight
Even though your more crooded then your blind date
YOu say you a killer and that you kill for fun
The only shit you be shootin with is a painball gun
YOur ryhmes aint as fast as mine those are cheap
you must've bought them for a dime or gottem for free
Dont come around here talkin about gay people
When your still stickin shit in your peehole
Please dont respond to this i dont wanna here no more about guys dicks well im done this is it this is all i have to say im done talkin bout you being gay.......HA..Flamer

KKJ, mah stylez that i come wit stay very vary// Double Popable!? wuz up wit yo vocabulary!?// errytime you see a gay nigguh, you say "HELLO"// i use mah thumbz!? you use yo armz past yo elbowz// i could murder you wit jus one line// when you hear tha word gay sex, you yell out "FUN TIME"// yo rhymez jus aint flowz cuz it got no melodiez// and you aint a real nigguh cuz you aint go no feloniez// ey girl, i'll knocc you out cold but mah rhymez stay hot// you got more periodz than tha classes you got// nigguh mah rhymez stay more dangerous than a bee stinger// i go single handed while you use a single finger// you already know i burned you so why bother!?// soluble meanz able to melt in water// yo pussy too smelly, it aint good enuff to rape// how youz a lion when you look like an ape!?// you is too weak cuz yo wordz stay too simple// even yo mama knows yo azz got wartz and pimplez// if you could kill someone then you would// but when you wear a sweater, thats tha only time you in tha hood// nigguh, you stay soft, you never was hard// yo dough aint flowin, you usin an EBT card// yo tounge aint strong enuff to spit cuz you know it got crampz// youz a broke azz nigguh, you live off of foodstampz// i come wit tha mos deadliest mouthpiece// why try to battle when you know youll end up deceased// i kill all nigguhz from physical to natural resourcez// leave em in a casket or a grave lyin as corpsez// if you tryna spit, i suggest you play hard// but other than that, you gon end up in tha graveyard!!!!!!!!!!!!!!...........lol!!!!!