Diss the cat above you!

nice verse born to kill. but new life its diss the cat above you the only time murderous was above you was 1 1/2 hours before you posted so unless it took you that time to post then you should be dissin born to kill lol...

ok now to start on fredpimpstone...

Oh no b-more careful this guys a wolverine/
He puts crapy similes in his posts to make him look more mean/
He comes on here to stress his anger aimed at peeps like me/
But all he gets is disresepct of strangers and creeps on rb/
Did you go to school your literature is really poor/
Oh look what he got in his signiture is this dude going to war?/
I cant belive he said a line about how he is the best/
The only think he good at is getting holes puched in his chest/

week after week i see cats spit nothin but weak shit/
do ya verse like a whisper......just keep it a secret/
u lack uniquiness, you'll get passed on my track/
youngin your so far behind i cant help but holla back/
like a wrestler ya mothers gives me nothin but head and butt/
bet your a superglue nigga.... ya love gettin ya ass stuck/

im sry u think im retirin'/ but maybe losin to me just got tirin'/
im tired of seein' prick after prick/ niggaz get lack of lyrical gr8ness and think they sick/
nigga im a carnivore/ chew beef, spit it out and rob trickz till they spirit'z poor/
bitch niggaz wanna rock a nine but need a uzi/ cuz it'll take more than one shot to lose me/
so as my final wordz 2 diz nigga VA slim/ nuthin personal but your ego is overgrown and needz a trim/

MC Toons up in the house droppin some wack lines/
pop a verse fucka, yo drop harder next time/
the shit you be sayin here, damn man weak as a sin/
put you under a paper weight and watch my rythm sinkin in/
brain clouded in discomfort and mis-interpretation/
discovery for you in the rap game is missing concentration/

does neone else besides me see this pathetic-wackness?
this nigga wana be emcee needs a lil spree of poetic-practice
even if u were up 2 my knee id give u three chances to see my lengthy balls
cuz TOONZ my lyics gave u a trim now i can rest em on ur chin n jaw
ur poor writin scrawl has got u standin so smalll i needa magnifieing glass
like ants id use torture rip off ur arms n laugh while ur diein to clap

aimed at toonz :thefinger

its that nigga V.A. , bout to end the cliche'/
nutcase cant sell his ryhmes if he post'em on ebay/
lets hit replay, MC TOOnz fuck what he say/
i get sex for free, nigga mad cause he pays/
what a tradgedy, you got the oddasity to dis/
you define greatless, why else would you edit ya shit/

fuck trickz, prickz and clitz/ i take what i want no need for them tipz/
want a tip? tell ya momz i wont be home 4 dinner/ i drop ya 2 ya kneez like god dealin with a sinner/
u rite, i got no excuse for da edit/ but fuck results nigga, im still in da openin creditz/
examine ya reflection before ya try 2 critique diz/ cuz dissin past shit iz just a sign of weakness/

i know it says diss the one above you but this guyu is way below/so teddy your punk british ass has got to go. i know how you got that name you dont fool me one bit/the call you "teddy" cuz no one can "bear" to hear your bullshit. your broke ass need some one else to pay the bus for you/your right i get dissed by strangers cuz i sure dont know u. im a wolverine cuz i rip through all contenders/i rock the championship belt u wear the runner-up suspenders. the smilies show that im a new kind of thug/why you sonuding so mad what do you need a hug. you flower pickin, tea&crumpet eating, tree huging fag/dont ever try to rip me for you its gonna come out bad. and one more thing before i get off this bitch/ tell your mom to have my pate i should be home by six.

homie you can't flow shit's whack let me break it down clearer/
all the shit you said was thought about when you looked in the mirror,
is there a class in here to teach how to pen down ya flows/
you a rapper wit out rhymes , a pimp wit out hoes,
you told his mom to be ready by six bitch get a grip/
tell your mom to stop wearin so much lipstick she left a rainbow on my dick,
i aint gotta spit that much cuz one word would drop you/
how you call yaself a thug when you looked up gang information on yahoo?
get out've the scene homie your flow is garbage and weak/
my words will leave you on the concrete but thank me cuz thas the closet you'll get to the street,

ok poetik u just had to talk shit/well let me load up my brain cuz ima have to empty a full clip.
this nigga talks about rainbows and lipstick/u just mad cuz u gettin fucked wit a limp dick.
tell me to get a grip i go t one on your girl/she done left yo tree and gettin my nut squirrel.
and bitch im as close to the street as anyone/u still tryin to box im holdin a semi-gun.
u still hopin these net battles will get u fame/im on here just for fun u no deal having lame.
u just sittin at ur little PC lookin at porn/im in the kitchen cookin up rocks to sell at the crack of dawn.
so im gonna tell u this dont com back cuz ill blow u up like C4/ now ucan say u just got a taste of wat its like in B-more

if yo brain is a gat then mine is a tank that'll blank ya'll/ you shootin at who ? only semi's you holdin shoot paintballs,
can't believe you returned to get buried you a wimp/ the only reason your here is cuz i didn't think i would nut in your mother cuz i was limp,
you a wannabe you probably don't even kno how to bake crack/ you download a 50 cent song re-write it and say that,
i dont have to box wit you it's not that type of battle/ cuz if i wanted competiton i might as well box my shadow,
i aint lookin for fame thas not what i want on this court/ cuz if my name got around then ya mom will know who to ask for child support,

u must really want to knkow how a funeral looks/i done baked u once allready i should write a cook book.
u seem to not get that by you i wont be beat/thats the big difference between me and your meat.
and u say i took fiftys rhymes nigga please/u need to give your wack flow back to the black eyed peas.
its a good thing that this dont go out on time warner cable/cuz it wouldnt last long to see how im gonna maim you
but when alls said and done your not at my level yet/cuz when the nines at ur ear youll be another "def" poet.

watch out hes finally learnt to structure shit,
wiv stolen rhymes,
...........He actually thinks he can spit.
Ur anutha repetitive fake!
hu likes to bake,
.................even his mum sed he was a mistake.
Ur un-loved, get to grips,
ur mums lips,
..........covered my dik lke a full eclipse.
Shit i hope u understand,
shits planned,
..............i demand u to join a boy band,
you'd like that ya fag,
takin dick,
...........one after another like a zig-zag

dissin on others structures but dawg yours is worse....
fuckin herbs perverse,used sexual references multiple times in that verse...
only fuckin with ya.....even your refrences are wack...
its obvious experience with pussy is what you lack...
but nova net aint got it right yet.....
when yo punches more played than an antique chess set....
leave ya verse lookin abstract when i attack and distort..
cuz when abstract spit.......
...................................no ghostwriter could lend verbal support....

often i done put wack abstract niggaz in coffins/
your skillz is like the run game in the dolphins offence/
non-existent, your structures in-consistent/
for instance ya last line wasnt even a sentence/