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I just battled you on the front lines i think i won man.
You losing battles in catastrophe like when the gun jam.
This is just a keystyle and my bars still trump his.
Hes a dumb kid the type you should put into dumpster's.
I'm a good citizen the way i get these kids off the curb.
Straight into a body bag lost to this world.
Barakon ain't even seen a gun like a sheltered little girl.
Your raps make me hurl cause your faker than real.
This kid's thinkin that he's spittin a bunch of cool, fat rhymes
And you can tell Vital Organs failin because of the fool's flatlines
All the time, This guy's presence on the cypher should be considered a crime
He's thinks he got props because he recently misheard a guy
Say his rhymes are lethal, when they just made him want to die
But when it comes to punchlines, his witty strength is a lie
Because his hardest punches couldn't make a toddler cry
Its pretty funny to me when justice gets thrown under my wing.
Cause i'd write better than this kid without eyes or a brain.
Even keystyling my rhymes are insane, no justice you dieing in vain.
Its grim the way i make these bitches feel the pain.
you need to clear your slate before you test my ways.
Cause when you underestimate the cops will investigate.
But they won't find the killer cause i crept away.
Now im hiding out in a decrepit cave full of masonic everything.
Vital says his rhymes are insane, which I guess must be true
Because if you can actually find some, a thing or two is wrong with you
They don't exist probably more than half of the time
Then he gets jealous of me because mine are so prime
But for real, you probably do have eyes and part of a brain
Just to type some shit, but the content's always inane
So go ahead and with your killing, and crown yourself the king
While you sit in your padded room lookin at "masonic everything"
Yo your flow is garbage and i keystyled that faster than sonic.
And im still dropping hotter products than justice ever thought of.
Some of yo lines are stretching on for kilometre's.
So this kid be sounding like Dysarthria with common bars.
You trying to catch the beat but fall flat like heart beat moniters.
In the ER during war time with shrapnel covered carcass's.
This kid paying so much attention to me like hardcore press.
That he forgets how to rap correct and doesn't produce a smash.
your girls unsatisfied with your light taps when you hump her
cause i go hard like a car crash smashin her bumper
she likes the hard wood-those tree limbs-you barely could stump her
only reason shes with you's cause i aint ask for her number
fuck her, thats what i do so who's producin the smash?
she's kissin you but you aint know i had her lickin my ass
so how's my ass taste?...
.... youre last place, weak and feeble
-----------------------we cant see you
simple as it gets so i guess thats why they say ignorance is bliss
This kid is funny but you ain't even touched a honey.
Cause your ugly ass meets restraining orders when your coming.
You say you go hard but you only fucking a mummy.
Sick fuck screws deceased corpses like necrophilia is nothing.
But no girl has ever loved him your swag is self destruction.
Cause ain't no way you fucking looking like a mushroom.
I mean fuck dude you can tell lies but ain't noone want you.
Both professionally and emotionally your at a loss too.
Cause you just producing misses while my hits are hostile.
Your flow is off bro your ignorance is bitch we know that you soft hoe.
Vital you right Im fuckin ur mummy
Came on her tummy she sucked my nose snot runny
Got no plan like Stan
Cut yo sister up rape ur lil brother in the butt
I'm a nasty nigga Trigga pulla listen
I'm a killa Paranoid I shot my own brother
He out to get me Seen em watchin
Caught em slippin
left em drippin
waste of semen
first off dog truth is you like no other
what type of nigga goes off and shoots his own brother
whats next ur mother?/
im sick dog, the type of shit thats bad for your health
lemme give u sum help,
fuck ya family nigga kill yourself
and do us all a favor
your wack ima tell ya straight up so theres no confusion
my punchlines cause contussions while your more similar to noise pollution hahahaha
This nigga keeps popping off saying his lyrics are fatal.
Nigger your punches are weaker than a babies in a cradle.
Its like your arms are disabled the way you are unable.
To spit a verse as perverse as mine to you its fable.
My punches come direct and knock this bitch in the nasal.
Your a disgrace dude and it ain't a challenge to face you.
He got over 500 posts and still types like hes in grade school.
Its clear that intelligence was not something god gave you.
This kid's like a mouse the way his thoughts are see through.
Man,
Fuck your fable...
You ain't able, I put bullets in your label...
I got chicks who look like 'Sable',
... 'On Demand' because I'm cable...
Here's some truth,
Your truth's bland...
I will drop you where you stand...
These punches hit you in the can,
... You levitate before you land...
Can't rip you dog?... I did before...
Now PETA's knocking at my door...
I know its "Diss the bitch above you",
... But I'm too fly to ignore...
Man,
Fuck this kid we should put him in the 'M'ortuary 'D'istrict.
Cause he rhymes so simplistic like lil wayne bitch shit.
Come on now you really think that your thump is on demand.
Well your wrong god damn cause the only thumping you do is with your hand.
And you ain't inflicting no damage when your punches land.
Cause this bitch be softer than a bowl of jelleton.
Saying he gonna put bullets in my label its irrelevant.
Cause you only dreaming up the things you say when you spelling it.
This talentless faggot's page isn't even worth a click
Caues his lines softer than my dick when I saw a pic of his chick
Bitch's ugly, I'm not even gonna say that I hit that
It'd take me a day to navigate my way out of her fat
But even at that, I'm suprised you landed her, I'd expect you to fail
She was probably drunk, your ugly ass couldn't catch a beached whale
Kid's a joke that isn't funny, so you worthless and lame
Punchlines so bad they put the English language to shame
Yo your shit was soft so its obvious its you spitting it.
Cause this nigger talks about hitting but never saw a clitoris.
Except on the internet where he was looking for fat chicks.
Then he saw one with a heart on the shirt and thought it was my bitch.
But i don't touch whales them hoes is to GRIM-Y to be in my midst.
But justice got low standards so its not suprising to find him.
Fucking a 2 like she was a dime hit cause you more desperate than thump.
Justice is the type to do something grim just so he has something to hump.
It's kinda retarded to see you tryin so hard, kid
Your lines so underdeveloped when you try to log in, you get carded
Faggot, don't even try pretending to be the MC
Da Vinci when in reality you're held in contempt, see
You aren't taken serious, you aren't even believed
When you say you can write, battling you's a reprieve
From thinkin up shit to spit that hits an opponent
You've only seen a clit because it's you that owns it
Its like this kid is on another DIMENSION.
Cause throughout your whole rap you didn't spit one true SENTENCE.
Nigga you don't know me stop PRETENDING, My rhymes are RELENTLESS.
Act like you know my personality and its pretty much a DEATHWISH.
You's misguided like a missile for the taliban but hitting the PEASENTS.
Rap is my REPENTENCE you speaking to the DEATH KING.
Your raps are fuck ups like demented bitches with EPILEPSY.
And your trying to TEST ME when you can't even IMPRESS ME.
vital stays on his grind like a bitch at the club
prancing like a faggot looking for a lick and a rub
but this ugly fuck could barely get a kiss or a hug
firing direct at you's like kicking a bug
unnecessary force
i get my weapons from a legendary source
the brain in my frame could dent you leave you morphed
like cancer i cant be stopped if im runnin my course
by blood is rushing of course but not from up north
even though im so cold with one touch youd be scorched
You're the bitch at the club that everyone knows is a TRANNY HOE.
This kid about as noble as queen elizabeth in a PANTY HOES.
If i had to pick your vice its obvious you can't get ANY GIRLS.
Only time this kids conversed with one is through internet DATING ROOMS.
Face it you got no PRESENCE quit PRETENDING truth is this kids a PEASENT.
You get your WEAPONS from walmart and that ain't no store of LEGEND.
And regardless of METHOD you can't bring me down with your INTENTIONS.
If its a battle we fight I'll be the last one standing when the dust STANDS.
This fag thinks we can't hear him, and so now he be screamin
I don't think when we talk about rhyming, he be catching the meanin
Dude, listen up, this here isn't even a diss or me hatin
There's no way to rhyme your lines, you type paragraphs, blatant
Fuck bitin a song, this faggot's goin off and bitin some books
Got no intentional rhymes, kid probably uses page numbers as hooks
And your delivery is awful, even when you're only in text
You'd probably fuck up copy and pastin tryin to bite, just wait for the next
Guy to post, then bite a verse and go for him
Cause there's a waitin herse for the victims of Justice Grimm
Yall "doo-doo" it,
And i do it just because...
"Vitals" verses still some shit...
But "Grimm" told it like it was...
And still,
... He's not my equal...
Number two 'cuz he's my sequel...
And I keep my verses short,
'Cuz the extended versions lethal...
... Fuck your people...
I know that statements kinda gaudy...
I tie your hands behind your back,
And throw these punches to ya body...
... Fuck this pussy...
Eh,
But a pussys flow is "tighter"...
You flow like once a month,
And keep queefin' on my cypher...
... You got nothing...
Far as seeing me goes...
Plus I'm "drawin" on these ni**as,
... With "McGee and Me" flows...
yo we battle so much you already know both yous wack.
If you cant rhyme my lines then you aint suppose to rap.
So will you niggas please step up and learn to rap better.
Cause im fedup with you're pathetic trash attempts at.
Rapping at me like you battlin' me but your shit sucks.
This rap was on the wax til i heard you couldn't pickup.
My rhyme melody but i guess through text its hard to listen.
But it don't matter the lines you rap cause you wack so fuck your opinion.
heres a rhyming lesson:
to learn to rhyme a verse divine you first must find some balance
to curse is fine but worse is signs of dirt supply in talent
youre quite persistent but youre light resistance for my cavalry
you might get hits in but youre likely missing if you battle me
cause that talk is reckless like you wreck-less than catastrophes
your sloppy sketches are not impressive fuck you im a masterpiece
You speak of my talent but you musn't know the meaning.
Its made of what your needing, personality combined with genius.
Its more than the rhymes you make its the feelings you creating.
And for you'r information while your tryna debate me.
You can try and erase me but you'll fail cause you can't see.
The world like me compared to you im elevated in the height scene.
your verse is like a 1.5, a half Tri
filled with half rhymes
its sad,
youre a faggot but you still cant smash guys
lies are what your makeup is
damn, it only suits that youd wear makeup, shit...
you have no "try-force" like youre missing a Link
its like youre stupid when you write you dont even think
i could have a better performance just composin of blinks
You can say what you say but fact is you ain't as good as me.
I'm a 1.5 on a 0 to 1 cause im going beyond integrity.
You don't get it G, Everyway you look at it I'm a better than thee.
You tryna serve up wrath but just spitting out zelda theme.
Its still the same crap cause your disses are wack ain't no clash.
This MC is like a chicken in zelda the way he dies in one slash.
reflect on all my posts im killin you
lazy fuck only rhymes the last syllable
youre a waste of time kill yourself
i hope you do no guilt be felt
go play in traffic or take a nap on some train tracks
you should die from littering this thread with your lame raps
Funny thing is if i read your rap then it would be a diss.
But when you speak it everyone knows your just moving your lips.
So how you gonna do this when you faker than north face fur.
Tryna say you killing me but all i see is your forced gay verse.
You ain't rapping perverse you just rapping the worst.
I fracture the earth while he couldn't scratch my shirt.
couldnt scratch your shirt? dont aim to push me...
this aint a cat-fight even though you may be pussy
and oh yeah you made me look, see?
all i see is trash you aint mistook me
this dudes a bitch his kitchen is a bowl near the door
keeps gettin smacked for leavin shit; why'd you go on the floor?
The way you hit the floor from the power of a 44.
take you out the door kick your ass some more
watch me spit my flow some more my rhymes come from the core
slap your girl like shes a whore split when the fuzz knock on the door I was done anyway your ass is a bore
yo this kid krazy,but ill have to dismiss
break ya whole verse like its a stick,kid twist
dog if you crazy then im rehabilitation
the way im comming for your asz like thermometers in patients
i know your an adolesence hence the name kid
so now its rock a bye baby cuz you cant rap for sht
ill smack you from the titty youve been sucking on
like *smack* whos titty is this?"mines" *Smack* your phucking wrong
dudes prayin for comfort.. hatin his life
heres a blade.. take it right to the wrist if youd like
wont say that the gun bursts.. but if its a fight
youre gonna need a new face and some tissue alike
not tissue like youre cryin bitch
tissue like youre dying.. shit
Oh shit, I'm scared, dude's gettin violent
Some cyber shit, someone call the e-siren,
I'ma break your fingers out of alignment
So we ain't burdened with all of yo typin
Get employed, son, here imma give you a stipend
Or pay you to clean my ass, yeah start e-wipin,
OR gettin inspired so now you use my pen
But orders for takeout is all you be writin'
inspiyer, shit doesn't look right for you, i'm confident
that either B couldn't spell or he's full of incompetence
Each punch would've rhode his eye, then blackened his providence
so high i battle in 3rd person working this vomit pen
cuz i write sick, like notes to gym teachers from nerds-parents'
so cold, hot niggas run because the height isn't faren
dont try them weak played, rhymes cuz youll practically be gay/
this muthafaggots In The Navy.......... im like Y MC eh?/
on the deck of the ship, blown into random dance-
while 30 sailor doods vogueing in tandem pairs/
stuck on that vessel, a fruit with gay comradery/
aint shit for him to do except for anime and sodomy/
a purple heart and a medal of honor, son fought a sea serpent and caught children on his tonsils/
i salute you sir.....
but from quite a distance cuz i dont like your vision on my emergency provisions/
id call him a dumbfuck youngbuck, but hes literally a Semen-
dreamin of goin back in the sack cuz this puff just loves nuts/
and u dare talk about played lines....
lol....for what its worth
dude must drunk fuckin with me, leave the Saki alone,
remember i'm black, i'll eat this chicken down to the bone
talk about sodomy i'm gettin the lube,
this faggot tryna get raped, and i'm stick those played-lines in his Toobs
#nuffsaid
u ain't no rapper..so stop pretending to be one
cause ur rhymes are more played than Crash on the Ps1
another monkey escaped outta the asylum...claiming to have a sick flow
it's like a virus spreading thru the whole world..cuz even Asia went scytso
bos the bosnian...more like roz, for rosalyn
spit out bars tight as the pants your take ya morning jogs in
this nigga shoot softer than training weapons full of dead rounds
you'll never be shit on rapbattles, even ya avi head down
Ur a joke...working in the Circus..entertaining people as a clown
With ya fake purple hair n ya eyes busted out like a kid with Down (hahaha)
Nah..i shouldn't be making fun of retards..too bad u can't play
Don't be sad over ur future..ask Gaga..u were just Born This Way
Be proud of who u are...even tho u'll never gain respect
With ya fag attitude n whack rhymes..cheer up..u have more things u lack
Come at me, bro..we know u love a mans meat
With u losing everything...this is the only thing that u CAN beat (Ohh shit!!)
lose everything? please, nigga i jest when i post
ain't nothing tough about you, even ya record is ghost
"Take a Look at my Life", i dont see nothing at all
No accomplishments, with just a lot of posts in the fall
Lack the bladder to shit on niggas you just spit wit the gall
I shoot quick, art with a gun clip get you splat on the wall
Talk bout accomplishments...ur part of a whack crew
Ur like the annoying fly on a piece of shit...they're already fucked up..even without u
Where's ur record? Don't talk shit about something u can only dream about
I thought u were just fag...but it seems sperm aint the only thing that enters n leaves ur mouth
U got more posts than I do...Really, don't u pay attention to facts?
Here's another one..haven't figured out yet that everything u write is boring n whack?
No?? Let me rephrase that part and make sure u get it right...
People will never respect u...no matter how good the shit is u write
U fags come in standards and I'm using u as stereotype
Asians cant rap nor write..just look at the shit u type