my spittablez are inhospitable hosting hostile killz as hostages in hospitalz
and hospices you garbage kids my barrages rip you at the cartilages im heartless kids
tear apart rich kids unload my cartridges don’t start this kids/ cuz yall just computer thugs bussen computer slugs Micro “SOFT” tricks get computer mugged till they computer bugged with viscous verbal viruses from my papyruses penetrate yo sinuses with hieroglyphic sciences bow down to who yo highness is/ kids be mean and obscene from behind the screen but if my team hit the scene put yo brain on a lean in between brain matter splatter like hot crock pots my shots of hot rocks create clots when my glocks clear yo block of all you mock Pacs who not Pac

you keep on talkin about kids you sound like micheal jackson.ill beat you in a split second matter a fact moke that a fraction.you ryhmes are lame.you need to get out of the freestyle game.when u rap its just not the same.people sayin you u suck when they hear you name.if you choose this as your career youll never kno what its like to have fortune and fame.me my lyrices are not tame.when i comit a crime im slick and they dont kno who to blame.what are you rappin for are you insane.these real mcs will wreck you every last vien.rappin like you do youll have nothing to gain.im felt by people from california to maine.ill smack you up with my pimp kane.your ryhmes are plain.ill wreck you like im a destroction crane.rappers like me youll never be in the same lane.ill have you feelin more stupid then a hick named billie bob jane.im done with your lame ass.dont feel bad the humiliating feeling will pass.

Dude you iz hot garbage next time don’t use the big boy voice at the table youngan

My verbal barrage put shellz in yo back like tortoises/ setting Riga mortises /dump you have your corpses sleepen with the fishes and porpoises/ my purpose is/ to scar you like mace or toxic waste to the face/ trigger is embraced /leave you a cold case lost without a trace/ I bring missiles/ to non issues /Teflon sizzles at yo gristles/ easily dismiss you /cuz your dad should have pulled out and left your gay DNA on the tissue /or rag/ to save you from my mag /cuz I end a nonfactors chit chatter /with a rat tit tatta / my gat a splatta/ the brain matter/ of a amateur/ damage and ravage ya/ have ya collaben wit the scavengers / they peck at ya neck / like my techs / my dialect leave you wrecked wit a rope around you neck/kid you should have checked/my background/ my profound sounds astound /and confound/ my verbal rounds/ leave a clown / pound down and ground down /like a pound of ground round

you keep on calling me a kid how old are you anyway.any wanna who raps about fishes and potapises must be gay.and your right i am a rookie.but ill beat ur ass any day i aint a pussy.arnt you ashamed becouse you getting schooled by a 14 year old child.my rhymes are on fire yours are more of a miled.ok pops heres a question if your so great how come i dont see any of your skill.is it becouse you forgot to take you afterbreakfest pill.you need to stick to playin chess.before i make your face a bloody mess.i dont need guns to do my business.and ive never heard of a fifty year old man holding techs what kind of world is this.you needs to put your ryhmes right back into your head.the only guy your age that still delivers is giving out presents with a sled.its time to put your old ass to bed.but before you go dont forget to take your constapation meds.

zero bring dirt naps to whack cats/ jack cats/ cuz my mack backs/ the fact that/ I pack verbal gats in my nap sack/ gats black/ attack at all you wack cats/ you jack back/ when my gats click clack/ send six at yo six pack/ get at you wit six gats/ cuz you wick wack /the board iz bored wit your words / kid portray war but adore getting gored till he sore and tore on the floor/ little whore/your lines never score/ come back for more /but you a bore to the core /you so whack dude/ matter of fact dude/ dmc and pun resurrected just to smack you/ kid rap like Shaq-Fu/ fill his wack shoes/ stick wit UPS where you pack shoes

you gotta be more specific.ur ryhmes are good but if said something about me they would be terrific.but mine are the best.better than the rest.better then you and every other thats tried to test.my words are like bullets as you feel um in your chest.listen why do u call your self a zero.your thinkin you can beat me well forget about it like robert deniro.listen put your ryhme book back on your buero.you stole all your lyrics from eminem hes your hero.im begining to think your seriously old whining about your back.saying you need to take a nap becouse your whack.well why dont you get all the fact.im real and you aint nothin but a act.so if u want more the clap back.you kno what tallent is what you lack.

kid maybe if you try hard in a few years you can spit wit me you are so basic i am wasting my time . the reason i dont make comments directly at you is it would be tooooooo easy . i dont hate on nobody on this board cuz you will eventually be a lion but right now you just a lamb. i know you have fun trying to put yo little words together to come at me but to you this is a hobby this is real 4 me

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you and i cant be on the same shell ur the broke one im the one who sells why even respond when u sound the same you should run n hide full of shame thats it all u deserve a few dumb lines i dare u double cross mines...

u suck

If you got 30 seconds time to spit...
What would you say?
Yow,Yow...
You probably know that I'm a rebel
I spit words your ass can't even spell
But I ecxel everyone in a battle
Cause I keep on goin with my rattle
while I grapple with my tongue
till the time's up, diggadong
My rap is 10 procent longs
and 90 procent mental
Be gentle and don't take my voice away
or I'll spit instrumental
Cause if my rhymes get sold like drugs, than this one must be speed
So,DeeJay's don't try to scratch this shit,cause your fingers will bleed
Huh,mark that on your calender
"diggadong"
That means bring me the next challenger !

if i had 30 seconds to flow i wood say some thrull shit
like say your mothers a bitch
or say fuck the leader of the cripts
or on there set ill dip
hit them em tell they trip
while on that yak ill sip
ill say shit to make you cry
like you have just been crusfied
put you in the bed as you died
tell you mother you was tired
but she will notice after while
so her people is who she dial
then thats win she run
to try to find her gun
cuz you was her baby son
you was her favorite one
so as she went and got her gun
she noticed her ppl didnt come
not a single one
so you no wat she got done
she started to come to my block
but by my niggas she got stop
that is win that gun got shot
she shot till it stopped
and my niggas got popped
then finally she dropped
she said i made her sick
but then i did a trick
to make her to start to suck my dic
so she started with a lick
then i told her i was about to cum
but your mother kept goin until i was done
she said i was bigger than her baby son
then i labled her as #1
and this is jus a lil way to let you no
wat wood happend if i only had 30 seconds to flow

if i had 30 sec to flow, thats a long tyme i may need a noodle bowl, cuz ripin dez niggas is like pimpin hoes and ya momas is the one who bein at them corna stoas,dont get me started bout cha sista/cuz i rip hur/tell she get blistazz../and i wont miss hur, and ya brothers are like geaks/ like many freaks/they cry like every week until they needa take a leak, so any one out thurr wanna see how i get hyphee just holla cuz ill be ready and fiasty...
Haaanh...

yo that shit was dope you get props for that

you niggas is korny cause i feel like im back in angermanagement.dicousin what would u say in 30 seconds spent.damn.i cant take this lame shit man.becouse the only good ryhmes u got is about hookers and corner stores.which is funny cause i know ur all talkin about your moms and there all hores.now i aint even gonna say i won this battle cause i want a clap back from all u fags.but before im threw with u u already kno im gonna demolish u so start packin your bags.

hurr u go talkin shit agian
u aint nothin bitch u just froten pretenin
talkin bout my moma, watta bout urs
she was screamin the fuck out"aaa baby use da forces"
let me ask u a question, do u need attention
i see ur name up in hurr in every fuckin section
always seein u talkin shit talkin them trash
fuck, i dont need 30 second, ill fuck u up in a flash
i bet all these nigga up in hurr hate ur bitch ass
u nevea got pussy so u stick ur finger up in ur own ass
when sumtin goes wrong u go to da corner and hum...
dats why ur fuckin family is a dirty bum
and u no wat ur mom be feedin off
she sucks my dick and drink my fuckin cum
bitch, stop talkin shit and go read a book or sumtin
my dog got ur sista on da floor gettin on his humpinnn...
Holla Back mother fucker
haaanh...

first off talkin shit is the main object of winning a batlle.maybe thats why u loose and u would never get as many bitches as me in the sattle.fuck,fuck,fuckedy fuck.u sound like jay in that movie that really sucked.you see me in every post.becouse my ryhmes keep on comin at the most.yeah all these nigers hatin on me be couse i fill them with shame.and you cant do that thats why you aint got nobody hatin on your game.how you gonna talk about my family when u dont know them or even heard of them.and its your bitch ass thats lettin of the hum when you uncle jimmy sticks it up ur bum.you say ur dogs got my sister on the floor and hes humpin.maybe becouse he learned that shit from u becouse u the one that put him on the floor and started rumpin.are u tryin to act like a rapper from the dirty south.well ive lived in atlanta and your style is shit compered to them so shut your mouf.

u sounded like a white boy from da farm teyin to rap

Ha.... Ha..... Ha........

im a white boy from the hood