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I'll have to be mean to you if you refuse to follow that rule!
Tear it up, make em cry like they lost they puppy!
Start with me!
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SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!
I'll have to be mean to you if you refuse to follow that rule!
Tear it up, make em cry like they lost they puppy!
Start with me!
btk.. lil kid band...upset becuz the nigga u battled got the upper hand..
jus cuz u made this link dont put u in demand..
c cuz u have so many post dont make u wat u claim to b...cuz i can still put u in the ground....kinda like a golf tee..or make u work for me.. like a worka bee..
or i could sqush u wit a crane...drag u from floida ta maine...but jus so u no,all this is only if productz name is used in vaine
but i aint got nutthin against the talent u might wish that you hold
but u should start lookin at a new style and relize that u havent sold
...............the moto of a buissness is to squash bad products
...............u dont no this but your lyrical talent fuckin sucks
...............so your product aint worth the time to fuckin read
...............u should evaluate yourself and figure out the shit u need
I like the name of this thread, "diss the bitch above you", cuz you are just a bitch, everyone knows this is true,
You think you're the man, that has a master plan, but if i was a mod, i'll make sure i put up a ban,
You don't wanna piece of me, cuz i'll rip your head off straight to your feet, and make you bleed, like you were a dog in heat,
You ain't nuttin to me, your the crap on my feet, your equal is shit, this isn't even my greatest hit,
I got far worst threats, from a girl scout in a dress, she isn't the best but she'll put you through the test,
Rhyming with your horrible timing you see yourself lying about your style, and this is it the last time you step up cuz i'm stepping you down,
Am i making you tired?
the fucks this niggas name shortysouth..
ayo nigga betta watch ur fuckin mouth..
shorty? i r tryin to b a girl..?
ha heres a paton give it a twril..
fuckin faggot get over it 4 ur gay ass gets a fuckin smack..
a hurtin one across ur forhead cuz ur stright up wack
have ur eyes buggin out like ja rule from all that crack
so shut ur mouth 4 my knife comes out an u get a carved 6 pac
i dissed ya ass in six u diised me in eight
u aint shit so quit tryin theres the gate
u stretch your lines to much it to hard to comprehend
i have a question do u have i good fuckin rhyme to lend
i guess not seeing how its not possible to think witout a brain
but thats what i expect from some dumb fuck who clinically insane
u jus a nigga sittin at the site of his pc
with a drink on his side with a bag of reces peices
still live with ur moms..
still fuck those dogs on the farm
even though thats a animal crulity crime
well there u go theres ur fuckin ryhme... :thefinger
look i dnt give a shit who you are.....to me ya fake
just the thought of droppin a diss wud be a mistake
now face it ur outta your league now leave
save ur friends n family the time they'd take to grieve
however little time it would be its still time wasted
for something that cudda bin avoided now face it
buddy non of that was even rhyme
i was rite havin no brain should be a crime
this aint preschool but if u want i can school you
i can even try to help wit shit ya daddy do to u
its ok it only happens to the worst
i dont no how u feel but i guess it hurts
just remember it is your fault he raped ya ass
just feel lucky he dont consider your ass trash
hmm that was pretty good but still 2cd worst of all..
shit they fire u for wen u b singin ur week shit in the mall
yo ur name tells it u get play in the street
get ripped of,try to stop it an get ur ass beat..
an wat the fuck is up wit u an the next generation..
the only reson i dont kill u cuz of the time id b facein..
i'm glad you merked the bitch above you...cos he was fuckin shit
but come on shorty you aint much better and so you bout to get ripped
it's like you tryin to spit....
...........................but all words get stuck on the roof of ure mouth
jus like ure fuckin name says....ure fuckin headin south
down under, so far you'll be like a baby balling
damn...
.......u bout to get dropped so hard u wont stop falling
come on ...
i think ur funny cuz u actully think ur raps r good...
an the fact u think u jus as much as 2 pac was hood..
if 2pac is alive he still wouldnt even at all like u
jus if he read ur raps he b pissed wat u put him trough..
make he read ur raps that suck so bad he wishs he was never found..
an y the fuck u wanna have sex wit me,i geuss thas wat u grew up around...
yo yo yo
dis is lil b heezy
yall juss cant see
wut a bitch like me
can do 2 a nigga llike u
make u get on ur knees
bow 2 me
make u feel insucurity
strugglen
2 get 2 da door
but 2 late u already on the motha fuckin floor
dont try 2 move
cuz wen u do
muh nigga gonna wile out on a fool
foo tru
so try n beat that u motha fuckin bitch ass
yo wut u think yo coolQuote:
Originally Posted by sefton blake
u juss actin a fool
yea i might b a gurl
in a guys world
but i'll make it iight
cuz i aint got fright
but nigga im tellin u st8t out
wit out a doubt
ima beat ya ass
in any class
dont make a pass
cuz yo ass is crashed
fo tru
Ya' need to quit, you all suck and can't spit/
Get smacked and clapped with gats, I aim for ^^^that bitch/
I blast quick, empty barrel and still squeezing, a habit/
Get back, I murder these kats, they spittin that wack shit/
Open your eyes bitch, Now your able to see I'm better/
You beating me?, in your dreams, now you can dream forever/ BOOM*
yo yo chosen runnin his mouf
didnt say much
but wit out a doubt
dis nigga st8t up wack
he needs a smack back 2 his hometown smokin crack
hes a junky we all kno
he got no doe
wit no money 2 sho
steelin shyt
feelin shyt
dealin shyt dis all that nigga kno
so 4 now back ya wack ass up
move aside n let the real niggas let that shyt out
Learn how to rhyme before you decide to spit out a line/
Spittin' devine while your lyrics are just missin' in time/
Rippin' the "battlequeen" for battlin' me, It's sadness to see/
Death strike a bitch thats spits and couldn't rattle a creek/
Try again mamita, I lyrically recede ya'/
Now you can see the, reason my rhymes always reach the/
Status that slams bitches into the canvas, lyrical madness/
Rippin' you faggots that try to get back at the man, your shit is tragic/
yo im da battle queen yall juss cant see how i beat ya so bad u run 2 yo mama cryin like a bitch sayin madd shit but dont front now we 2 deep in da game but watch yo back nigga this bitch aint dont spittin muh shit so sit down n take a seat buckle in n watch ya feet cuz dis mamasita is back on da grind ive rymed so many times idno wut 2 say nomore
juss u wack ass bitcheez need 2 go practice yo shit
cuz u spit da wierdest shyt
come on now
chosen u can do more
how bout tap dance or singin in a band
this shit is ova for u lil boy
go back 2 yo mama n wyn
cuz im da downest chick u'll eva meet
but when u on muh bad side i dont wanna b in ur feet
i respect u girl fo layin out cha heart
to bad u a fat girl who likes to fart
u dont have any talent wat so mother fuckin ever
u just a girl from the burbs who thinks shes clever
try writin poetry an see were u get
or have a baby and start milkin ya tit
yo wut u tryin 2 be da next fifty u seem a lil shifty but back the fuck up cuz yo ass is wack 50 got shot n u sit around smokin pot cuz u 2 weak 2 handle shit 2 weak 2 get off yo ass n start a cliq juss rememba dis next time u spit a ryme rememba 2 add me in da first line
cuz im da best
i must confess
so fuck wit me.......... damn man ide hate 2 b ur family
You actually made a punchline sayin' that someone farts?/
You just a amatuer, I'll massacre rappers, slayin their hearts/
I ban you from rhymes for spittin out with that weak punch/
I tell this bitch to close it, and he won't speak for months/
That shit you posted is wack, you on that old shit/
You used a kindergarten joke as punch, you hopeless/
Don't talk man, I swear I tear your chest and leave it open/
For spittin such a wack line you should get beat and broken/
yur from paw fuckit im from brooklyn
my backround alone has u all shookin
yur rhymes are like a wild dog there all over,
not to mention who ya mom is.... ooh miss clover
thats right u a leave it to beaver fan
the show got u all confused... so u posin as a man
girl do us a favour and get of this spot..... dont make me send my click to hick ville to make sure u get shot!!
sum foul mouth bitch just got Chosen frozen/
its all good dis motha fucka just possin/
dis foo actin like osama/
guess i'm gonna have to play his game and bomb'm/
i'll put ur smile to a frown, lay u out/
who's laughin now, u turban wearin clown/
act like a mouse mayne, don't make a sound/
cause if i hear one of yo wack ass raps again, u just won't be comin around/ Kaboooom*
yoooo shortysouth u think u can sit therr n talk smack rememba dis i aint yo moma fat n white im tight unlike yo momma on da corner every night wit her short skirt n tight shirt but she fat so damn cover up nasty ass...she smell like u...n of course by now u kno u smell like poo so go take a shower and wipe yo self down cuz u grimier then the chick u fucked downtown..u got herpes we all can see ur nasty blisters all on ya dick
u nasty ass spik get a test done again....n no i dont mean 4 fun...im serious u need 2 get checked for aid's herpes and std's cuz u fuck nethin dat walks down da street...even if it got 4 feet
yea...Ima stop cause ya' punches aren't making any sense. Elevate some more aight. So far lyrical burst was the only one close to me.
Lyrical burst gets lyrically hurt for spittin his verse/
Shit on him first, then shit on his turf, incision with words/
I'm done. Peace out.
dont hate cuz u live in an apartment
in a growded town
makin ur money bowin down
2 da rich bitch who u work 4
cleanin her house n doin her chores
im surprised u can aford a fuckin door
so get back 2 workin n clean muh shoes
b4 i make u lick da fuckin floor
yo im out wit out a doubt peace
um.... leave... go to RapVerse.com with others like you....
o, leave the title "queen" behind, as well as the mic too...
this is no battle, this is life and death, cradle to the grave...
We ain't had a good female Mc in this ever since Miss Behave...
and matter of fact: we don't need you... you should not have joined this...
like worn out pencils, or your worn out dildos, you here is pointless...
The Way Your Flow-Flip, Camodes-Shit, Give Up, You're Wasted.
The Name's Pasted, Goliath, You Can't Face-It, Space-Kid.
I'll take this vertical kid, give him vertigo...
lay him horizontal, dead from the lyrical...
every single one of your words was a joke...
you only spit one bar and thought it was dope! ( it wasn't )
i'll decimate your ideas with a single stone...
i'm not David but i'll still be standing at the end of this battle poem...
Like a fatherless generation ya lyrics become confused with no direction,
How dare you step to me with out your crew and no protection,
Leave chest in the spot where ya back soppose to be,
Diggin in your pockets take ya rapps, ya Stones(crack rocks) ya weed,
Double borrow buzzuka keep's mcee backed up off of me.
I know it's fantastic to see how i rapp it,
Provoked Images reach ya arm up here for the mic again and I'll snap it,
Break it off, beat you across ya head with it,
You need to leave this rap game alone and stick to ya academics,
With an ax I'm rippin ya intestines out,
Cleaning I'm like chitlins and stuffin in ya fuck in mouth,
Hog tie you with one of my lines and throw you on the couch, extract ya spine,
And crush it with my feet useing all kinds of unsusal tourter techniques,
Like letting acid leak from out of a hyperdermic needle onto your chest from a 100 feet,
I speak curses, surgically inplant a bomb on your heart on an off beat it burstes,
Praise the lord when I see all ya love disbursin...
this kids a HAPPY SCIENTIST...like bill nye the science guy...
nobody wants to HEAR what u got to say...why not try silence guy...
im somewhat a violent guy...though im not a fighter...
my spits so dam dope...hey man you got a lighter...my pot is tighter...
than anything you be slanging...you be hanging...
all becuz you be banging...dont be trying to run these streets...
your careers like your bed...so cold it will probably freeze sheets...
i hop on a mic...just so i can tease beats...
you've been a member longer than me...this kids a woman...
show him how much stronger men be...
you will nver PROVOKE one of my so so IMAGES...
i won before this race began...you can see so in the multiple photo finishes...
yo demonik i give a props for the shit u say...no matta wut ya do im herr 2 say
get the fuck outta herr n move aside this bitch is back so wit a smack u out wit out a doubt.......u might think yo shit is hot but u musta been high on yo motha fuckin cheap ass pot...lets see ya walk a straight line....or go wine n dyn wit the bitch who feeds yo ass everyday cuz u poor 2 da core wit no money 2 spear u wont dear step 2 me so wit out a tear im out peace
Emcee's catching a handful not recognizing,
This kid b-queen look like the priest missed an cut the wrong place while circumsizing,
My lines are mesmorizing , terrorizing streets with illness , infecting slowly,
While walking down the street this kid throws kicks like somehow he know me,
It's easy battling newbie's cuz I know Ima win,
With more 'harm' done I make the devil look smaller then sin,
Complexed terminology mixed with a dictionary,
With punchlines given to him this kid throws 'fictionary'...
chosen u need 2 kick it back,relax cuz yo shit is straight out wack yo momma needs ta get smacked packed n macked by me cuz ima pimpette reppin des streets im like a peice of meat everyone gathers round me..tastey n sweet yup dats me i'll give ya da key but dont u dear betray me cuz i'll get muh cliq 2 go 2 u wack shack n 40 yo ass back 2 da mack dady who rapped ya touched ya like micheal jackson at a rape scene
runaway so fast...damn straight u cant see me
both yo wack infects the facts,
yo next to suffer my rap attacks
i take this false deity held by the neck,U know whats next
ILL TEAR that DEMON from outta yo CHEST
n battle queen are yo realy a chick..?
step back fo i spit a RAP that be PHAT
n hit u wid my RHYTHM STICK...cause yo raps plain jane,n demz da facts...
yo tjesus im a chick n u a fuckin wanna b spic so give it 2 me str8t u want dis bait u gotta bow down n fuckin wait...cuz i got battles 2 do n people 2 beat so take a ticket wait in line cuz this bitch got niggas 2 grind....rememba 1 thing i might b a chick..but every guy wants a lick so like a tootsie pop how many licks does it take 2 get 2 muh motha fuckin spot? u aint good enough 4 me yet lets see wut ya got...fuckin mut
Quote:
Originally Posted by tjesus
COMON SHOW ME WUT YA GOT!
Look at queen gettin mean, but the bitch in a fog...
And hailing from Pawtucket so she's gotta be a dog.
No hands to punch with, but ya tongue gets around...
Any dawgs genitals...and they ain't gotta be hounds!
Dudes, cats, bulls...you'll blow anything, that's worse...
But you manage to eclipse that...
..................................With the suck in your verse.
i blow guys..yea its tru but nigga i aint u i dont blow cats dogs n bulls...oh wait ya momma does that 4 u..ya wack ass rymes n ya cheap ass quotes....im a bitch from pawtucket but i put it down..so step aside so i can get muh crown..cuz yo ass juss been dissed by a chick in da mix.....fo tru
I wasn't dissed, bitch, ya talent's worthless...
But ya think ya own me so I'll come played...
.............................And serve my purpose.
Girl, I know ya skanky, fat, and ugly to boot...
S'why my shoe's hates me now...
.............................For making it kick you!
Not even a prisoner would fuck ya, that's sad...
So come on and drop some wisdom...
Oh...you can't give something ya never had!