Diss the bitch above you!

yall are sum bitches, dont know how to rap/
your flows are stupid as hell...lyrical crap/
step to me and ill swing and shatter your cap/
peel ya wig back...and the brain matter goes splat/
m16...straight swingin off my nuts cuz im better
you best get off them bitches...for you get shredded/
diced and sliced the fuck up..like a verbal scissor G/
leave it all to me...to put you bitches out ya misery.

let see...
0-5 i guess this whack dude wants another lose to me/
It's not dat hard to see he fails to be a real fuckin', g/
I dont even need to go street lyrically pop heat..
merk this bitch thinkin he hard well your not me..
look at your record -kid-
i laugh.... at your lil' attemps to try to stop me..

through the past few years iv witnest sum shit/
from gun fights, murder and death by hit/
i cannot describe wat i hav seen, its hard/
just like describin u, u fukin retard/
now just get on with ya shit life, u think u got it bad/
i got it bad, cos my family has left me, evan ma mum and dad/
so quit with these shitty rymes and get a life, my i just add/
u have never been loved in ya life, not since u was a little lad ...

m16's garbage he should'nt be allowed above surface,
he should be thrown some where,
lost ta burn in a furnace,
he's worthless,
this kid has no purpose. I'm so tired of this guy my speech impediment worsen's.
And shadow poet is probably glad he's not you,
who would wanna be a dud grenade from 1892.

One small step off the deep end
my friend take a gun and put one bullit in
then squeeze the trigger with your face at the end.
Everyone on the board will like it if you do it,
cause no one will have to battle you any more cause you'll be through with.
So don't be foolish
just do it.
take the gun, cock it, aim it and pullit.
Naw that would be a waste of a bullit.

u only wanna kill me cos u no u cant beat me/
all the others will be happy for me to go/
it will become and easy ride, and they no/
that wen i hav gone u will be left/
u cant battle, da way ya get ya words is theft/
so go cryin to ya mum little boy/
go bk to playin with that gay little toy/
killin u and ur family, that wud be a joy . .

this is to one small step

you one small step away from defeat/ another small step away from weak/ i'll freak you like adina/ felonious flows takin ya you past misdemeanor/ best believe ya stlye is shitty/ rip you from yo ass to yo appitie thats how i get gritty/ even ditty know its a tuff titty/ fuckin wit ya momma cause the bitch aint pretty/its a murder in tha first/ im like a auto machetti/ in semi i'll i chop every 3to5 burst/ Sean Fetti tha ever ready, go clean up your wounds trick, cuase I know it hurts.

u chat shit in ya rhymes/
mimes,
talk more sense than u/
and there silant, fool/
now shut ya mouth ya prik/
or ill chop off ya little dik/
i think u betta think before u speak/
go give ya mums nipples a little tweak ...

can we say chin checked twice/ make ya lip touch ya knee cap cause i hit you with mic/ teach you how use it/ you foolish babblin brit, you bitch straight outta clueless/ who this, takin baby steps while i'm writtin up my blue print/ to do this/ you gotta have gift to gab/ i spit like a camel on ya lad/ and a fag aint a ciggarette to me boy/ S-dot from the bay reppin CA boy/

Prick with dick, rhymes with mimes...EVER USED A MULTI!??
Ya not good. I'd say 'fuck you', but you'd probably assault sheep.
UK muh'fucker. Bad dental hygiene is all I can see now.
I'll put my fist through ya grill, straight in ya teeth out.
Fuck that, I'll just kill ya. Give ya your death, clown.
I could give up right about here, and still Step down.

This bitch thinks he knows how to rap, but puttin some words together
I know they rhyme but your still fuckin wack, only time you spit good
is when you finished smokin that crack,
did I eva tell you skills is what you lack you got no potential
i'm nice cuz I got hot verses comin from between the dental
and i dont even got hot breath,
motherfuckas think I'm bench pressin the world
cuz i'm gettin so much shit off my chest, 2 rights and a left
i'm knockin your head clean off your neck, you'll neva hear yourself on a cd
cuz all you own is a tape deck, your goin against the best
so you betta give it a rest before you dont sleep in peace
cuz my next rhyme might be about the deceased,
so if you feelin froggy then leap i'll make you bite the curb wit your teeth
kick the back of your head in so that your spittin hard as concrete

deeni is like a double circumcission: half of what he should be
his rhymes need much revision: not what hip hop could be
lack of skill putting words together
like weathermen predicting anything but the weather
hopeless and weak, like AIDS patients at the end
you must be soft plastic all you seem to do is bend
need to get a Hard Core and keep that shit inside
turning you into hip hop is like turning back the tide
practice ya lines till you sharpen up like pencils
forget about writing freehand nigga stick to using stencils

(mundicide)

im gunna roll up to ya house with 2 glocks and a gat and pull ya spine out ya back, your rhymes are crap. i got 3 posts and im ready to a-ttack//i dont want beef with anyone on this b-oard i jus came to say that mun's shit is gay and soft. He can't spit punches for shit...but hes as good as Ali..at age six. Go ahead and write back...i reply again to show how your wack//ill fuckin stick my blade threw ya 2 pack. :spit:

shit dawg!! wot u doin dissin mundicide? roux to much for you?//fuck sake this is called diss the bitch above you//a simple readin task was even askin to much off you//how old r u man five maybe six??//you need ya ass a babysitter n stop playin in the mix//anyhu isnt it time for ya afternoon nap//that wud be good for you dawg as u might dream up a good rap//so back up outta rb n do sumat you can manage//cus as long as u mingle with mcees ya guna get braim damage//

that was shit but still enough to diss this kat!!!

Man fuck all the shit you sayin, dont give a fuck if its bj-swiftly
or that fake ass rapper above you dawg I aint playin,
we could take this to the street and let the moshberg do the sprayin
explosive shells rockin your bells like LL, go run and tell
like you use to do back in grade school, watch how I play these fools
like vinyl parallyzation cuz i took out your spinal,
runnin a train on your bitch like my name was Lionel
We could take this to the booth guarenteed i rip ya,
I aint no liar, liar like m.o.p all i do is spit fire through the wire
and my last name aint west hope you got a bulletproof vest
cuz you got a lil red dot markin your chest, this aint no test
so dont try to change the channel look at this verse it's to hot
so I should take off the flannel, you dont want nothin wit me
cuz i'll let the heat move you up from 98.7 to 103

aight swift that paragraph was pitiful/ ure messing wit criminals/ niggaz that will crush ya lines with just ten syllables/ and I was the unfortunate one that had to shit on you/ I was up for a challenge/ this was way off balance/ I will smash you bash you/ I don't even have to/ try to pull out my best rhymes/ I can rhyme cat bat sat and still crush ya lines/ you suck/ ure out of luck/when nigga, when ya gonna see the light/ If I owned this forum I'd ban you from this site :gfy: :thefinger

man who this kat!! nigga wana tangle with the original pranksta//he be playin with paint ball guns screamin gangsta!! gangsta!!//pimpin on his own thinkin he's built to last//well if he fucks around with me ill put my foot in his ass//its one thing known or learned//and thats if u fuck wth the devil ur bound to get burned//but it should matter if its bj-swift or me//cus im an ill'a nigga i can gaurenty//so if u wana tangle i can raise the temp to 103//cus ill drive around ya block park outside ya house and then set it alight//while ya still asleep in it as the flames brighten up the night//ill sit across the street and listen to ya screams as u put up the fight//im not a nigga that likes to play//but im also not fazed by the shit you say//

damn that was also shit!!

(explizit)
nice prewritten shit, how long that take you..1..2 hours?

you talk shit like a bitch u prolly just a nerd wit zits//you cant freestyle for shit, i wasnt gunna hurt you but now im just gunna fuckin lyrically murda u//my words'll hurt u but their true.
Ya prolly a fuckin fag//sittin their rubbin ya dick ta my shit//20 year old freak with an itch fa kids. u prolly aint got pussy in years, with those rhymes i wouldn't go 40 feet near//ya like the grinch...with ya 2 inch pinch
Im sick of bitches like you..whateva i'll jus take my knife and slice you. dice you and kill you//put u in a coffin write "your raps sucked often"
go ahead writed back i'll make ya head spin twice...only reason im sayin this is cuz ya mom gave me pubic lice.

ha fuck it

explicit

u dont own this forum so shut ya mouth/ ill be diggin ya grave so u go further south/ u think u can call the rules in here/ well fuk that, i think uv ad to much of the thing called bear/ piss of with those cheep lines my old dear/ anyone can cum up with tht crap/ rhymin words like you and to, fuck tht/ maybe u should try a bit harder when rhymin/ or evan get sumthin right as simple as ya timin/ now stand to ur feet and take onesmallstep/ cos wen u start with me, thats as far as ur ever gonna get . . .

JB fix up look sharp my man
those lines were pre made like chicken soup from a can
5 fuckin posts and played out lines
each time you say faggot it's a 50 dollar fine
pubic lice and kife and dice?
that shit don't rhyme dog, so take some advice
turn off the pc and write till it comes out a level higher
then ball up that page and put that shit in the fire
what i'm sayin is simple:YOU CAN"T WRITE
your shit's POP like a pimple : all bark no bite
heartless and awful, that's the way you roll
appologize to street_play, give back them lines you stole.
if hip hop was your job you'd be earning NEGATIVE CENTS
you just like a horror movie but without the suspense.

kk bj swift fuck it!! this bitch bout to get a mental hit//knock some sense into his head then maybe he'll get it//his rhymes are fucked he needs a doctor to fix his shit//dude ive herd better shit from a nun//cus she stay true to he shit n didnt hide behind no gun//but i do this for fun//n if u want some//then you know wot you gotta do//thats make a challenge 1 on 1 between me and you//cus you got a problem n i can fix it for you//but u still best of leavin! !!shew!!//like to see you pick up n vacate like pussy residue//

rhymes like do and you are poo/ seein things like tht i shud just sue/ cos u cant pull a gd line from ur shitter/ i new u wud be one of them, a quiter/ now stop playin games, and grow up a bit/ stop lyin there sukin from ya mothers tit/ she wud like to get some piece from u/ cos he nipples are goin purple and blue/ im dissin u and even ur krew/ thats if uve got one, haha crew u . .

ya kno wat roux i didnt want to fuck with you, look at your battle record, than look at mine too. i'll murda you, matta fact when i have 100 posts i'll battle you. until then just shut the fuck and look how i grew. i learn fast man pretty soon i'll have more posts than you. I'll dismantle you, put you in early retirement heres a dollar -or two.

It must take alot of balls to fuck with sum on twice as tall. i think i should give ya mom a call, and tell her that her son hes lucky hes even breathin at all. Go back to workin at Janitor in tha mall. turn ya pc off and go whipe the shit off the stalls...o and by the way...ya sister a whore :hump:

danger danger a bell end has posted/ i wonder if theres anyone else whos noticed/ the shit thats on the wall of the stall/ was made by u and ya boyfriend, while sukin his ball/ now u sed u was twice a tall/ i can see this endin in a brawl/ and guess who will win, it wont be u/ ull be the one scrapin of the poo . . .

this mans from warwick ? im from the big C.O.V.....
get up on the mic and il merk his family.....
i wana eat his brothers, i wana chew his sisters....
i wana make his mum use her teeth to pop my blisters....
mum told me " the taller they are...the harder they fall",....
but im tellin you " step to me....your face will get mauled"....
il make it so your dad cant even recognise you....
you'll be screamin " i love you" ..he'll be beatin the shit outta you ....
yo ive got no restrainst from burnin bitchs hoes fags , u no woteva....
so pushin me....as you can see....is not very clever....

one small dick...step*

get out my beef right now, before i pull out my piece and make you bow down//you wanna fight i'll battle you right NOW//I'll smack you with my heater until ya hit the GROUND, see what u did?? im all bloody now. I know this battle is gunna need ducktape cuz u prolly scream real loud.
Is this shit done now...cuz next rhyme u spit ima turn it around, flip flop it, take my glock and cock it BIATCH

C.O.V...ha ha nigga


come to warwick man i'll show you how its done, i put my knife to ya neck so i can have sum fun. i'll cut ya liver, gauge ya eyes and watch ya stomach flip...im gunna kill u with the knife im gunna use to slice ya family with. did ur little sister show u her new trick, the one where she deep throats my whole 9 inch dick. I also invaded ya moms clit. and she was fine with it..
there goes anotha punch line, ya almost done, why tha fuck was ya dad lickin my cum off ya "mum"?

if i were u i would keep quite/ with 7 posts, dont deny it/ ur just a kid, just startin at this game/ ur just startin and im about to hit fame/ come bk wen ya dun some more shit/ get some better words then maybe ull fit/ but i cant be arsed wastin ma time with u/ cos u nothin, nothin without all of ya krew/ now just remember, onesmallstep/ thats as far as u will get/ ur out of ur depth . .

when you come to america u can say that shit but while u in uk u can't even spray that shit...u just a uk ass bitch who cant rap fa shit...u only got 35 posts..yeai have 10 but u can't even defend ya ass...now i got a task...to strait up beat ya ass. hittin fame? more like shame cuz ya raps are jus lame..
next time you fuckin say my name don't say it in vane...

Jb swift, ill hit you hard, and thats not with a gift/
bitch, ill hit you so hard, youll need a face lift/
maybe you should come back when you can write a rhyme/
maybe even 1 sentance should do, a good line/
so fuck your mum and fuck you too/
ima murk you and every member of ya krew/

the shit you spit is garbage so throw it in the trash/
for i clap the mag and throw you in the trash/
you lame nigga from warwick/
and i'm not a nigga that you want war wit/
cuz nigga i'm from eastside toast by or side is how we ride/
we'll have you screamin' ya mom name in vane when the shoty bang ya brain/

Sylentz ya self stay to ya self...u wonder why ya soundclicks dont get touched on the shelfs. U need self help...someone to teach how to rap..cuz ALL ya shit is wack...i look at alot of ya shit...you look, sound and smell like a bitch. u must admit im 20 times better than anyother noobie out there...is there scouts here? cuz i aint even tryin...rap game is diein im here to revive it...talk about the hard-knocks crew all 12 of us will come and kill you

fuck it

Sean Fetti is law in this bitch.
check it.
a yo' you got the right to so remain it/
cause you cant write dude and not just saying it/
stay in silence cause you dont want me to stay in violence/
and then come them boys so all u hear is sirens/
put a muzzle on ya mouth befor i runin ya house/
im a tweak you like a nipple under ya mom's blouse/
you heard Da C-A was in tha building/
now you quiet like a mouse pissin on cotton and its tension/
yank your punk ass out the game like a bitch in a fight wit extensions/

do i need to kill you too...get the fuck out of R.I man there aint room for two...and im better than both of you...your just a bunch of pussys wit no crew. i told you i aint that nigga u should fuck wit. you dont want war wit me man...i be-head niggaz who think they can top me...i've had mc's bow to me, i aint neva lost a battle G...u wanna battle me? ight bitched ull get devowerd G

JB quick, Jb nimble/
JB a bitch wit piercings in his nipples/
his flow too simple/ watch this red dot on ya head make you lookk hindu/
just for a sec know its popped like a pimple/
im the migrane in ya head from temple to temple/
S-dot cut wit percision/
ya life span on the mic man thats not your decision/
holla!

bitch get the hell outta hear, ill make you live in fear/
ill fuckin kill you, take over you in first gear/
never lost a battle, to scared to set one up/
bitch mess with me n ill fuck your life up/
beheadin niggaz till you awakened/
your just another one them herbs fakin it

oh its this nigga again? bitch i'll rid you wit the ink in my pen. are you one of them nerds with no life? or u got a wife? 30 year-old man fuckin preteens in tha sand//its like 20 people to 1 man//i guess its time to make a phone call...have my niggaz up on the site to pwn yall...just 1 phone call to end ya life wit, im strike wit, 10 macs and a gat rip apart ya back. bitch its fact

i just joined this site and already found SOMEBODY TO ROAST/
killin nikkaz leavin em burnt like the BOTTOM OF TOAST/
got beef and get ETCH-a-SKETCHED/
ill cut ya "lungs" out "throw" em at you and see if you "CATCH YA BREATH"/
ill pop at ya grill and leave the bullest STAKIN IN YA MOUTH/
this nikkaz talkin "wrekless" like he got TRAFFIC IN HIS MOUTH/
my flow is DEADLY nikka you aint READY/
i saw a face on a back of carton it was SEAN FETTI/

bitch, the only people you can phone, is your own home/
"mummy can i come in later tonight" fuckin clown/
ill take to your face, pull out my knife/
flashing by, there goes ya life/
too much nigga talk from you/
fuck you, ill murk you and ya krew/

(aimed at swift)

:hump: Killas dont talk mane/
when we walk we keep tha chalk in our pocket mane/
i'm the key to this murda dont make me unlock it/
50. cal is the mouth piece and i already cockit/
stop it folks and quit twistin ya dick suckin lips to speak on a battle/
if we was talkin bout profit then you aint worth colatteral/
you think yo nickle slick/
but i got ya penny cahnge bitch/
stop the typing and the press cause you starting to bore me/
you the type thats depressed casue where the fuck is warwick/
you bitch/!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!