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