Diss the bitch above you!

Why the fuck are you still here/
you couldnt win if you gave everyone a beer/
Your shits wack you shoulda retired/
meh fuck you, i wrote this shit tired/
So please remember the secret rule/
Keep your fucking ass in school.

ill post this in the smallest size
ill stab u in ur fuckin eye
ill make u cry
ill watch ur tears run down ur cheak
stab u with a eagles beak
brake ur fuckin teeth
wrap u up in wreth
smother u in lotion
throw u in the bottom of the ocean :laugh:

u like that shit southern finest
sounds like i made u cry over this
this is wat i call a hadcore diss
an it sounds like u have a lisp
all i hear is gay ass shit
i cut off ur moms tit
hang u with the skin i cut off it
i seems like i forgot somthin did i forget to tell u who i rolled wit

We all know that he might be southerns finest//
but when it cums to dicks, hes the tiny-est//
iBlack Fire,f u ever try to make fun of my name, Hood TacDix//
ill cum on yo mouth and make u use it like chapstix//
once again, this nigga just give up, he knows he's a defeat//
the best thing hes good at, is beating his meat//
His meat, they eat; they put it on the grill//
his mouth is wide open as it was a duckbill//
Ima leave this, sayin that im the greatest//
This man is old new, but im the latest//

I aint got much to say, cuz i dont know who you are
Ohh shit.. Wait.. i'm sorry.. NO ONE knows who you are
Leave this dude scard, cuz ya just a fake, man
cuz i never knew sweatshirts could have a plain
this dude is far from dope, and its funny..
if ya sig was anymore wack it'd give u a run for ya money

hood tactics it sounds like u need some tictacs
cuz ya shit looks like ya been suckin on some nutsacks
faggot ass netcee tryin to act like ya tough on the keyboard
ill bust right through u and have u on ya knees prayin to the lord
beggin for forgiveness and salvation cuz now is ur cremation
ya fuckin with doggsoldya whos takin over the nation
ill take the greatest and put ya through the gauntlet
beat ya down verbally, cuz ya lost ever since the onset

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Originally Posted by Hood Tactics*

Damn, another nigga from the good ole west side//
His sis prolly look good to, basically from the backside//
I see that his name is Sean Fetti//
He's nervouse when he writes, palms all sweaty//
Is that ur nick name?, Young S-dot//
sounds like a nigga that i already shot//
This nigga on the board and hes rated no weight//
my weight is high, just like ur mommas birthrate//
Im not tryin to dis u just followin the thread//
But pay attention to ur girl, she givin head//

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that bitch betta be givin head, ya momma betta have my money back/ i pimps hard on a bitch and have her stuff these zipps in her snatch/ find a 10 1/2 inch gator in the roof of her crack/ i gets crazy in the booth producers get spooked from that/thats a damn shame hood tactics/ yo ass wouldnt be born if ya momma was'nt hood ratish/ and we dont wanna talk about ya non-hood statis/ and ya sister look good so i'm at this/ shittin on nigga's wit no profolatics/ so the next time i log off go and get some practice/

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Originally Posted by PROductZ

betta watch wat u say in ur ryme talkin shit will put u on time actin like ur tough u never cummited a crime//talkin bout im the only one in the hard knocks we'll c bout that wen we fuck u up// u say this now cuz u dont no who we be,ive had knifes put in me// niggas in the hard knocks have one goal,this is wat they r told if u cant stand the presure nothin lesser// if ur afriad to kill then u r out,u no wat the fuck im talkin bout

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frist of all fuck ya bitch and the click u claim/ hard cocks coulnd't rock a nympho bitch to came/ i spit these thangs that'll split ya frame/ and im a slang produtz like i'm slangin' cain/ i got a 50. cal toaster that will roast ya brain/ favorite dick in ya mouth is young s-dot's name/ you fuckin ugly ducklin you nee da make ova/ and like hova when i come to warwick its a take ova/ Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!!!!!!!

you strapped like a dildo hiked on leather
i'm hotter than a nigga wearin' four sweaters
like a old man before sex, you ain't ready
spray ya ass up like some party confetti
wacko redneck slicin' you with a machette
spittin' tobacco, you got legos to say you stack yo

look at this noweight thinkin he the shit/
he'll make more money on his knees suckin dick/
tryin to be a gangsta, but you from fairfield california/
the closest thing to a panic ull ever have is smellin ammonia**/
so u say u got a .50 calibur gun/
that's yo daddy's and "i ain't never used it, son"/
get on somewhere with yo wanna-be ass/
go to yo neighboor 'n make some money, mow his grass/

ammonia go here and find out what it is
http://scifun.chem.wisc.edu/chemweek...a/AMMONIA.html

This is cypher, n dun't forget it bitch...
it's not a battle, you dun't gotta leave a link
inotherwords re-think, n make it worthy
but ppl only think of kingpin, fo the sake of woody
Ya shit is cruddy, but you been told that...
try reversin whirlpool's, n ya still culdn't flow back

i dont even really need to try/
Can you multiply 3x5?/
thats how many niggas i KO'd/
Now ima KO you like Kano/
So step down for a sec and remember/
I wont go easy on you just cause its december/

sOUTHERN YOUR FUNNY, nah i'm just messin...
ya culd make a million if your job was stressin
i'll rob ya of weapons, meannin that tre-8
come to shreveport, if i want a gay-date
haa fuck the pats, my raps are mad ill...
n ya gotta hide shaq' video's to pack-steel

i just done dissed you...and know you want more/
ill pout you on the corner, and turn you into a whore/
you aint shit nigga try and face it/
i know my rhymes have got you contemplatin/
Wishing you could be just like me/
making shaq jokes dont make you funny/

you gotta be crazy, well now ya liveless...
but still givin blow jobs as southern's-finest
Ya nuthin, now let the time go...
plus in your garden, is where you'll find-hoes
Your lines blow, n always loosin the beat
looked at ya KO's, n still wonderin who u beat?