Diss the bitch above you!

Im a Play the Street like i play hoes/ and aint got time to be reading these niggas play flows/ in the words of Too Short, say hoe/ Do you liked to get fucked?/ cause every time you battle dogg thats whats up/ you crack me up/ i got the whole R/B to back me up/ and I got a AR-15 in the back of my trunk/ fuckin wit me then you askin for funk/ so fuck wit me and i might just treat you like a punk/ insted of slappin you up/ and fillin you up with this pistol grip pump/ you aint Street Play you's a Street Punk/.

Sean fetti I'll cut you up like con-fetti, you aint ready
to battle a warlord the guns is heavy they'll knock your shorts off,
you like gettin your salad tossed by cross dressin mc's
the only mic you gettin on is when your on your knees,
you dont know my steez I breeze through these lines
like a wind tunnel dont get caught up in the funnel
of this lyrical tornado the only way you goin to war is wit NATO,
your soft like plato i'll rip you any day yo i'm spreadin like mayo
my styles contagious borderline outrageous my bars are so hot
they'll leave you fuckin faceless, so go ahead and say shit
cuz I got an arsenal like neo in matrix

who is this cat deeni?, sayin' bars about the matrix
like you houdini?, with those gay ass tricks
look kid, i roll from savannah, that lil atlanta
twist you up so much, you need some mylanta
fist in ya throat, got you talkin' like a gary coleman
against me son, you ain't really got a flow man
shit kid i'm only playin', i been sippin' on some goose
guns aimed to ya, now you tell peeps ya ass loose

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Originally Posted by deeni

Sean fetti I'll cut you up like con-fetti, you aint ready
to battle a warlord the guns is heavy they'll knock your shorts off,
you like gettin your salad tossed by cross dressin mc's
the only mic you gettin on is when your on your knees,
you dont know my steez I breeze through these lines
like a wind tunnel dont get caught up in the funnel
of this lyrical tornado the only way you goin to war is wit NATO,
your soft like plato i'll rip you any day yo i'm spreadin like mayo
my styles contagious borderline outrageous my bars are so hot
they'll leave you fuckin faceless, so go ahead and say shit
cuz I got an arsenal like neo in matrix

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you got a arsenal fulla air pumps and b.b.'s/ wit 20/20 and a scope u still cant see me/ you's a case in the joint we call 'em weeny's/ but even more to point fuck deenie/ im a gas you like jada cuaght when he ate beans/twin 45.s them is my play things/and if you didnt know fetti so fresh so clean/ so dont stress im a address you wit this beam/ my team Crook-ed/ a Army couldnt' harm me/ paper thick like my dick so you know you couldn't starve me/let me take my shirt off/ feelin like a gangsta, shook it/ fuck brushin that dirt off/ im a do like freeway did posta boy/ my flow show you how you supposed to boy/ :nono:

fuck this newb, thinkin he can come here, damn herb/
ill murk this little boy, smash his ugly fuckin face off the curb/
bitch you needa come back soon, with a descent rhyme/
cos at the minute your spittin all this shit, wout one descent line/
maybe you should take a look at a real rhyme, take me for instance/
cos when ive finished murkin ya, you better go hide, run a fair distance/

Shit nigga i wasnt gone that long/
now these newbs spiitng wack verses like they king kong/
niggas you aint shit, you think you all hard and violent/
Ill cut your vocal chord and then you'll be sylent/
You aint shit to me dawg this a one minute rap/
Like all of the fake niggas above you, you about to get clapped/

Get loose Mindone u Hyper-Actyve fool

Ill have your Mind all ova cali's Ave. one
theres no way your from my state your too dumb
i could have you hangin on for dear life
wit Bill Nye you future pimp n tha Science guy
i dont wanna slay you all i have to say is calm down
my name is Tha-Joka and you numb d/r i aint no clown
spit the lightest rhyme and youll become Hyper-Actyve
a rabbit for your avatar and a finger for slow tricks
i dont need this cypher to prove im better my sig says it alone
so before you post back make sure you stay Sylent liek Sylvester Stalone

stay sylent, bitch ill make you sylent in one minute flat/
and when im done, youll be lay in your hearse, off comes the hat/
now down to the grave yard where youll be six foot under/
lying there thinkin bitch hes still out there, spittin thunder/
thats when you know sylentz has murked you, bitch/
this time you got lucky, youre not left in a ditch

Dude dont diss someone you cant handle/
Your rhymes are mismatched like socks and sandles/
So please let me know why you try/
you know ive murked, time to say bye/
Im not even givving this my all/
Stay out the big league if you dont want to ball/

bitch i know not to diss someone i cant handle
but i can handle you, so light the candle
dont stay in the dark cos ill be comin for you
bring a knife and the whole fuckin krew
remember your nothing to me
bitch ill train you just like everybody (else)

The whole crew didnt need ta come for obvious reasons,
if you keep rappin my ears will start bleedin.

"Only bitchs talk shit thats why we bussin yo ass!!!"

thats lil jon but i thought it was apropiate,
your really that bad, heres how you can cope with it,

Take a razor,
and sever any major,
vital organ, and it will be almost the same as if your parents had an abortion that i'm supportin.


HOly shit the candle burnt the fuck out,
what are you all about,
sylentz is silent cause he just got knocked out!

Tha JOkEr


this dudes funny, get it he tells jokes.
Like him rappin on this board with us grown folks.
You'll get choked Loc, in a quick second,
im disconnectin,
your girls lumbar section,
with nothing more than a x pill an an erection.

Was that funny cause i didnt laugh joker, sausage smoker, lil boy poker,
YOur lil sis touched my v8 stroker. hahahahahahaha

Yo, i cant tell if this cats name is min-done or mind-one//
he has no business rappin, cuz hes already been outdone//
U live in cali but a city called northern valley//
I cuda swore it was sumthin where bums live, usually called an alley//
u wud be the one talkin abuot sumonhes lil sister//
she prolly wudnt let u hit, or even kiss her//
I see when u post u always have iwOULDtHINKiFiWereYou//
but people see u and think iwOULDlEAVEiFiWereYou//

This foo gots a girl on his avator,
meaning he's a chronic masterbater,
A player hater,
A hoe saver,
if i seen him in person i'de hit him so hard he wouldnt see later.

Hood tactics got nabed quick,
duck taped and wraped in black plastic,
hit over the head with a semi-auotmatic,
by a manic depressive Thizz addict.
Who will wreck havoc,
on any one stagnant
i suck evil in like a magnet.

WHA....?????? did ya say somethin....

wake up boy/ i'll discontinue your show like KMEL did tha BAKA BOYZ/ you's a faker boy/ soft as oatmeal like that quaker boy/ I'm a chef in the hood i cook cakes boy/with ya momma on the ave thats how i gets papes boy/ replay the tape boy/ and you can watch wit the feds and see how we move units/ to do this yo gotta flow fluent/ i see you claim the 805th/ so im a do you like i did Obie Crisp/ saynig fuck yo dead shit and a country boy crip/. What!!!!!!!!!!
mindone i see you folks fuck that nigga he only got 5 post at the moment so he dont want none just keep doin yo thang L.O.

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Originally Posted by Tha-Joka

Get loose Mindone u Hyper-Actyve fool

Ill have your Mind all ova cali's Ave. one
theres no way your from my state your too dumb
i could have you hangin on for dear life
wit Bill Nye you future pimp n tha Science guy
i dont wanna slay you all i have to say is calm down
my name is Tha-Joka and you numb d/r i aint no clown
spit the lightest rhyme and youll become Hyper-Actyve
a rabbit for your avatar and a finger for slow tricks
i dont need this cypher to prove im better my sig says it alone
so before you post back make sure you stay Sylent liek Sylvester Stalone

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nigaa i got yo death wish/ you done made my next list/ no teflon vest can protect from this hit/ this is it/ what!/ i'm head hunting, and you the one gettin' bucked/ im'a work ova time, and get that time and a half/ you say you from cali, so where tha fuck is cali ave?/ i'm mild as well ghost write yo shit cause you non-exsistant/ and if your mom got somthin to say about ya sis being my mistress/ tell her dig this/ you big bitch/ i -pimp -you- hoe piont blank thats the system/

sean fetti's a fag never learned how to tag, lil good boy on the block never even thought bout holdin a glock always lookin at his clock waitin 4 his boy friend ta call so he can get some cock ill chew threw ur lock, on ur door spit out the metal in my mouth, lookin 4 more take u for a tour around my crib so u can explore wats the matta u cant take no more, go head reply to this make up a lil diss tha gos with this i throw it bac in ur face make u look like a discrase, ill piss in ur face, strangle u with lace, an give ur boys a lil taste ................ muthafucka :gfy:

i dont need to talk about pieces so my P.O. could put me in violation/ but you speakin on me puts u in violation/ since u tha only one in ya crew ths is a Hard Knock anihilation/and you gone die hatin/ try to cock aim and shoot but your only way to bust is masturbation/ and since you wanna be a case I'll crack you like perry mason/
put you out of exsistance C.S.I. cant hold ther investigation/ hold your composure dog cause you walk around pacing/ transmittin to yo ass ass like you the one im pagin/ let stop drillin on dude cause my time is wastin/

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//

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

DAMN your Productz is wack, who told you to post on this thread / go back to finger paintin shawty b4 you get a toast 2 your head / eventhough, I'm high as hell and not in my right mind / cause I'm gone on this syrup, puffin on dat Georgia pine / but I'm strapped wit a 9 / I will ratta tat your chest until dem bullets, rip thru your spine /

Hood Tactics is rite u aint nothin but a nigga with the name sean fetti, igght? ill put u 6 feet under the ground wont even let ur family say goodnight// im sure everybody would b fine with that ill make sure i tag 2 more times in the head with my gat cover ur head with a hat so it absorbs most the blood give ur head a lil tug pull it rite the fuck off an no i aint jus talk mutafucka kill u like i did that trucka lil sucka fuck ur mom like u did tucka... muthafucka

black fire ill put u out like 1980's attire//
ur exspired// ur lil thery is a desire go head fire//
haha ur a fuckin lier// yea ur high watch me fly rite by//
ill let u check out my 9 make u get down on ur knees an cry//
an try the edit button an edit a line// the one bout finger paintin//
its more like a picture of demins matin an ur girls shits already takin//
try to get me to stop rapein// o wait i forgot u cant rape the willin im jus to thrillin, o yea tell ur girl i had fun chillin :hump:

-taggin wit PROductZ

Yo, this nigga blackfire been a member since Aug. 2002//
How i join 3 days ago, and got more posts than you//
I can tell he's a wanksta, with the name black fire//
He shud put up his keyboard and just retire//
this nigga think he hard cuz he live in da bronx//
my lines punches u hard, matter of fact it conks*//
i see in ur profile that ur interests vary//
u shud check out ur girl, cuz down there its really hairy//
Ima stop talkin abuot this man, he prolly just a drunk//
Nigga smell so bad they call him skunk//
yo ole high school flunk//
yo rhymes are junk, sumone just throw his shit in da trunk//

*conks- to hit especially on the head : KNOCK OUT

black fire,you think your an intimidater,ill cut you up and put you in my refrigerater
save you for later,you better not mess with this because you will swing in miss
i got a left hook that be leaving guys knocked out,you will just sit and pout,ill take you down like a fuckin clown leave you on the ground ill stab you in the neck with a screwdriver or ill slit your throte with a thin wire im gonna go kiss the sky naw that aint a lie,ill fuck you up with a samerii

sean fetti mouth louder then a nigga gettin sliced open with a 5 foot long machtti ok u ready this is where its gonna start to get heavy// ill take u an all ur neighbers lock u muthafuckas in a chambers give u pills jus to make u less tamer i could care less if ur a stranger an ur block is patrolled by rangers ill kill eveybody, an laugh 4 hours cuz i think its funny i work as a hitman , so i have extra money ta fuck ur honey :hump:

YO who r dese brave cowards, talkin while dey walkin b-cause, dey don't want war /
with MR. 44, a nigga who is quick on the draw / i WILL smack da shit out of HOOD TACTICS and make him a PRODUCk of elimination / and blow fire on PRODUCK until dat bitch, get de bleedin like he's on his menustration / after dis eradication, yall hoes would be band / yall niggas can't beat da dick just like da 1 in your hand / so whose jerkin who PRODUCTZ I guess you de bitch / just like two dicks that shit don't mix / both of yall niggas is faggits just like hood tackdix /

o i didnt c that u from the bronks,an u fuckin with the hardknocks? wats wrong with u ,hasnt Hood Tactics told u not to fuck with ppl that r in crews
lil nigga ill fuck u up ,but wen i come to ur crib i dont wanna catch u takin it in the butt o can u do me a favor a tell ur ma i said wat sup// an can u ask her not to file charges i mean wtf shes usein up all my mileage// i have to drive all the way to new york, so jus let her no if she does i stab her with a fuckin fork// ill even make ur lil sister grow up fuck her so hard she'll throw up :throwup:

sean fetti yo check it first thing is first your fuckin with the worst im a leathel weapon.my style is wild but thats alright yours no better so fuck you ill write your mom a letter for when i gun you to the ground ill leave without a sound ill leave no trace but maybe the suitcase i put you in ill lay back while i sip some jin you will be gone without a sin..please i do this with ease you know how i do i just might seize you

i grab a handful of pills brake umm in half take them in laugh y in makin fun of ur hat that says new york on the bac an u cant do anythin bou that cuz eveb if u do i'll jus strike rite bac// c u must think im afraid of u obvisly u dont no wat the hardknocks will do to u we'll run up on ur crew hopin its half the size jus so we can yell at use for tryin to get us to impurvise u no wat i would say fuck u guys :thefinger

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