Diss the bitch above you!!!

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 their friend just balled their girl!

Start with me!

:laugh:

only thing he's born-to-kill is a happy meal
lost a battle 2 months ago, niggas laughin' still
take his guns away like his anal virginity
spittin wit sic skills from now 'til infinity
think he's blind, cuz every shot he takes is a miss
if this was MTV, ya ass would be quick to get the dismiss

:gfy: :thefinger u ant pretty u a bitch prettyboy
DA i sent u some :nono: message

yo aint icey boy, my neck got lots a ice
if you dont sell drugs and you hustle then you shot the dice
nigga, you gotta rap to diss somebody
now ima diss another nigga and catch a body
already riped Da Animal to shreds, now he abck for more
tell em, get ya friends come back witcha whore
so i can fuckher too, but not the way i did you
i mean she gun suck my dick till she swallow my spooge
this nigga talkin bout anal sex, to another male
nigga the only time you seen a package, was in the mail
If this was MTV, you wudnt be on DF
fagget, youd be on room raiders gttin ya room checked
tryna finda bitch cuz your girls a Ho
till MTV fucks you and puts you on the gay episode (haha)
Born To Kill, he from Houston oyu dont want none of that
you cud take away his ghat, his niggas is still strapped (aint that right B?)
you always drop the minimum ya weak mufucka
bang on this nigga til lhe cnat speak mufucka
or type mufucka, smoke suin get right mufucka
and i get another red spot on my knife mufucka

He got no chains, no rings, no bling...but he's an Iceyboy
He's more like an slurpee...now that's really Icee boy
BTK said dis that bitch so you da bitch that I diss
Don't have to throw any punches....
You'll just "knock yourself out" like Jada Kiss
I'm bonifide...your inaccurate
In other words...I hit bullseyes...you just miss...quing
The party live n groovin you hit da stage theres alot of booing
Far from a rapper, why don't you leave it alone n get ghost like Casper
You got the tsunami type of flow...spit over a beat its a disaster
No paraphrases, no que cards, I'm real you just an actor.....bItch

I can see Camo is really full of fright
Cus I'll light his block up like light bright
I'm hungryer then a wild animal when unfed
This nigga dropped 11 lines and nothing was said
This Emcee is nothing but wack and lacks talent
I now nigga that spit harder then he does
.........Bobby brown Mike Jones and Jimmy Fallen

Spit back bitch

When feelings are tore we bleed thourgh similar veins/
you stole my line bout the light brite but i send no pain/
you name be self excalmitory, i don told no brainz/
ill take the left side and leave you with a tenth of insane/
fuck tha world cas it takes more than brainz AK knowledge/
if i spit the words of god's son you know you best follow it/
if you want to snitch on 5 times like 50 did tha sandman/
bet i role on yo ass like a Two ton avelanche/

keep talkin that dirty shit till i wash ya grill with soap
you aint addicted to rap, you too strung out on dat coke
like the old western show, make you watch the gun smoke
i aint Buggs but thats all folks,
im worst than a serieal killer when turn ya brains to quaker oats
every nigga above me is bitches,
thats why i never hesitate to scratch when ever the gun itches
you lil faggots get found in the addict
diggin in each others assess damn yall some gay bastards

muther fuckin rox the bitch ass ugly shit face fox/
get you face busted while watching red dots/
never thought that hoes could talk so much shit/
i have an arsenal of shells, keep talk in watch your body get ilite/
see the world aint yours but im like taco beel ill feed you shells/
ill have you on the ground full of holes hollin lo ket O taco bell/

Damn son... you actin' like you rumblin' hard...
When ya stumblin', Have ya wonderin', why ya body is scarred...
Scurred of me, thats why hes Verbally, gettin' lit like stars...
Got KICKED,.. out da playground cause he couldn't swing on dese bars...
But on some real shit... You ain't spittin' nothin' but "B"ull "C"hit...
Cop'd some fake ryhmes now you thinkin' its cool shit...
Iced~out steady beatin' this bitch like cool~whip... Cool~hits
Can't toss shells if ya don't got ya digits...
Fuck wit' me son,.. have ya doin' flips like acrobatic midgets

you fukced up wit tha last line talkin bout shells and digits/
you got a bunch of small talk like arabian midgets/
now watch ya buddies die as the bullets fly/
thou i seek new ways as i watch you cry/
see you just be a litte bitty small body half thumper/
but see im blowing up big buildings like ariabian bomber/
as i feel isolated, neva duplicated, but hated by your words/
but as we speak im making a massive plan to leave body splurged/

Let me demolish this cat quick, ( it's a habit for the master )
And leave your feet movin faast, ( like the rabbit your named after )
Your a disaster on the keyboard, see your nothin but a geek
the only hot flow you get is when you squat to take a leak
you listen to Mr. Cheeks while fuckin a mister's cheeks
your bitch is my winter hoe, steady givin me 'brain freeze'

Thumper i give you props on dissin that nigga bc!
but im comin back at em with the real shit so watch me b!

Yo check it
This nigga B.C. thought he could C me//
But i wasnt online so i couldnt post back B//
Now im back to raost on this B-itch C-rab//
When he started this shit he reached for more than he could grab//
That was a weak stab at me and my brother//
you gon and fuck up now u gon get smothered//
This is a rap battle site not fo gurls under cover//
U aint no g so stop tryin to rep colors//

BITCH!

if christ were to see you now speakin with words like "thou i seek"
come on man that shit is so weak i could make that up in my sleep
are you copying verses from the Bible, that won't make you rich
seriouosly it sounds straight out of NIV or mabye King James bitch
neva duplicated but surely hated cause of your misspelled words
its spelt "arabian" know as a noun not a verb

BC, before Christ is the way your lyrics sound
them ol' caveman rhymes seem older than earths ground
ill leave you bleedin, pleadin with Jesus
your life existance has no damn reason
your rhymes are dryer than some prehistoric dirt
and your lyrics been pre explored already heard
your raps even contain, smell, of which is my turd
but, no one can figure out your way of rhyming, its all blurred
its no wonder why your raps and disses sound like trash and liter
your rhymes and personals are weaker than some cat whiskers
your shit sounds like some nuns wrote it
oh, my fault, that was a secret and i wasn't supose to expose it
you tried to get on me, so had to post it
take you BC ass and get off this site this moment
BITCH!

BC, please, start rappin for real
i understand this is freestylin, but still
them diet rhymes wont be enough
and your before christ is a, wee much
cuz your not that tight, your not at all actually
your shitty lyrics will always finish lastly
but, you may have a chance if you enter a poem contest
i know my rhymes are potent i promise
my lyrics are ill, i know their honest
your lines sound like your writin to a godess
your fake ass gay raps aint whack
they're way past that stage, they're overplayed
your'e as weak as can be
you C-B, your softer than some candy
let rappin go, and continue your actin career
cuz on this site, we only want real rappers here

B.C. where you at i know your online//
after malikia ripped ya//
you got the big picture//
ur not going to get signed//
now listen to my mind through the bars that i ryme//
I gotta get dirty with a nigga with my words from time to time//
Ooh, i bet im makin u mad//
hidin like a bitch cause u cant face the nigga with lyrics with the skills u wish u had// Bitch nigga dont be scared of the heat that i bring//
Mabe u should stop tyrin rap and learn how to sing//
Cause the flow that ur bringin is not hot//
Im cuttin u up like x raided, but i aint eatin just leavin u to rot//
Im only usin about a half of percent of my skills//
If u want me to use a whole percent ima kill fo reals fo reals//

Yo bc
You need to be outta here with that fake membership//
After im done with u, ur gonna remember this//
The greatest diss done by the only malikai//
Im only rippin on this nigga cuz hes singin lulabys//
This supposed gangster talkin about being a shooter//
what cha gonna do shoot me with bullets through the computer//
Im puttin Big holes in this nigga's small reputation//
Puttin him in his place and showin him where he stands in classifacation.//
And to clarify who's gettin killed on the net//
I'm Destroyin this nigga fast without breakin a sweat//

BITCH!

Malikai give weed a try - cause dude you need to mellow out
Your avy's even jumpy - what the fucks that all about
Did you sniff some chine white right up your spidey snout
Now his ass is spun to tight and the little webbies wont come out :stupid: :laugh2:

bitch, you rep underground so hard, why r u on this site
go do a gig, go rap, go hustle, do something right
so underground, yup, about 6 feet
god damn, hit malikai with 4 lines, you, is weak
naw, i get how your deep underground
Need For Speed 2 came out now
opposed 1, dont son, your not tight to no one
your raps are messy, need to be sewed up
on this site, you get no love, cuz your garbage
talkin bout dudes spider man, you got stewie, now your tarnished
bro, your idol is a talking baby
and your disses were softer than pasterys
what that fuck are little webbies, idiot
i know the rapper, lil webbie. but opposed 1, i pitty him
this kid says hes underground, deep, noes its a lie
he knows we know hes whack. why do you even try
god damn. your reply was garbage, talkin bout spidey snouts
get a real diss, that shit im able to take you out with no doubts
whys malikai need to mellow out, you thinks hes angry?
nope, were smilin, cuz were gettin paid b
like too short said, bitches aint shit
you think think your on my level, you aint bitch
you reply didnt indclue a lot of syllables, not a lot, just a lil bit
your flow is as weak as my grandpas old hip
i flow like your girls juices on my dick
youll snap like a tooth pick
im stout as a damn brick
and now you know your garbage with this mouse click
and,

Nigga what tha fuck are u talkin bout, sniffin lines//
U got garbage bars too, straight up nursery rymes//

Now let me get started on this Misplaced writer//
Look he's gettin all scared cause he thinks im a fighter//

Oh well i aint got time For bitch niggas name opposed one//
Ur gettin bitch slapped lyricaly ur being opposed son//

If Ur underground at least thats what u claim//
Then thats where u and ur wack rymes should stay//

Cause my bars are dropin on niggas through the computer//
the outcome of u goin against me is me winnin and u the loser//

You have have ovbiously been dissed way too many times//
That's why ur preschool mind cant come up with any harder than four weak lines//

Underground niggas r known to have battles left and right//
If u an underground nigga why havent u picked a fight//

Im olny fifteen and im comin harder than u//
Man u've been deafeated by me do ya gotta krew//
If u do, Please tell me their at least a little better than u//

By the way ur representin Ur words are worth less than pennys//
When im done with my record ima be makin more than bennys//

Check it b just accept the facts and realize//
U were just done up by a mere teen and terrorized//

I was lookin to battle someone a little harder than me//
say better shit next time u wanna battle b//

Well im done, i think i've fucked ur rep up enough//
Next time rethink ur thoughts before u think your that tough//

Cause when i spit on niggas i get real dirty//
Leave u lyrically with concrete feet in water that's murky//

watch who tha FUCK you call a crab bitch

malikai
makia

all you liitte fucks that talkin g that shit to me


i see theres a bucnh of niggas that be hatin on a G/
cas spit then godly ryhmes yea, infimus BC/
no matter what it mean you might as well fear my name/
becasue i can spit 2 bars and leave all bitches slain/
i keep these hoes wondering bout my curious needs/
as they read they start to fear my godly deeds/
cas im..pondering, make em hesitate like a brick slate/
taking niggas of the air cas thier final thoughts a weak like ricky lake/
half you niggas cant even bout dream bout my crokked thoughts/
aint fraid to leave yall murderer, just dont want to get caught/
as i adress the masses, just to keep my public aware/
im bout to realease a bomb on these bitches so enemies dispair/

beat me, never that
i'll leave a few lead things in ya sweater cap
i bet you cant get rid of that
listen im the hottest nigga breathin
an plan to be the greatest till hell start freezin
you aint nice so stop dreamin
niggas never see the truth till they bleedin
im worst than a deamon
thats why the last verse got you screamin
crazy shit happens for no reason
thats why you had to study threw life, and im cheatin
got ya bitch squeezin my dick for my seamen
had her ass in missionary more than a deacon
nigga ya ryme style is really suspect
you aint a real gangsta cuz ya gun is where you let dust collect
nigga you never touched a tech
let alone bussed it
shit so old that the clip is startin to get rusted
I'll search and destroy you toy soldiers
you homo sexual artists posin for them GAYBOY posters

Now why is it I always go after the newb
Slash him in two, castrate him lay him in acid to stew
Using his shoulder blades removed to mold his face, leave him chopped to bits
Drop him in Saddam's Oil drums, screw him with Rocket Tips
Cause his Drop's Truely ass, Making this Mooley Mad
Leave his body in more Pieces than a Woodstock Jewelry Stand
Inside of horse dung, Sin will pile your corpse
Damn right I"m fucking Nuts...I Play Planters' Child Support

malikai
Malikia

Do you honestly think RB dont realize your'e the same bitch
the same played out basement rapper - with the same ol lame shit
You just got two screen names - you had to start your own crew
No other emcees in RB was feelin you.
How come you got all pissed off last time - if my lines were weak
You claim to be 15 - but you'll be thirty in a week
Tryin to live out ya past dreams - right here on the net
Your about as current and hot as a track from Keith Sweat
You aint no vet, yet still you claimin to be paid
McDonalds doesn't count here - go find another trade
Your raps are way to played like Mariah on MTV
You got excited when I posted next to you - cause you envy me
No enemy of mine - would diss himself as you have done
I wanted to battle but you forfeited and I won
Just becuase you got no talent - you can't blame that shit on me
Wait a sec: 30 yrs old split in half is 15 - NOW I SEE
So take you solo crew and go somewhere else to solo flex
Just because you dress like you in the kitchen you think you got chex
And you might, but not the type that you can cash
The type that have pockets designed to cover your ass
So the next time I land a jab - at least pretent you aint sore
I aint paying for pussy - so hit the door you silly whore

everyone of ya lines scripted...its all part of the SINAMATIK...
right when i hop on the same stage...is when SIN begins to panic...
got a couple shots i gotta pop...ready wit a clip to spray ya way...
you think i lack the testicular fortitude...i got the balls...ill be sure to SAY ya GAY...
dont think this an end to spit...how you expect to start ending it...
when it comes to shots my way...muthafucka you aint sending shit...
expending clips...
just so maybe one shot...one bullet...will hopefully hit its mark...
when i was looking for talent...you know i had to skip this nark...
dont think your hard...cuz dude you bout as soft as candy...
wak lyrics...stupid rhymes...broken hooks...is what SIN often hands me...

it's diss the bitch above, O..You're aiming at the wrong bunk
write with your thongs' bunched..Hungry for war? better take a long lunch
Impotent Imbecille Indescrible your Incompentence
Vote on your Removal?..The I's have it..Now stomp the bricks
YOu were born a joke...Robin Williams in a Sperm Cup
In This sound garden? Your wack prose doesn't turn up
No punches involved bitch slap's the proper weapon
I suck...and I'm wack...That kills your next drop's agression


Whut up O?

Sina got interviewed for a position with FOX
They needed someone to supply Joe Rogan with crack rox
They figured who is the single biggest crackhead we know?
The inters said: How bout Sina, we know he smoke cause of his flow
I had to address the reality that Malikia = malikai
So I buried the hebrew "twins" at the base of Mt Siani
It is called diss the bitch above - but it dont specify which one
So many to choose from that it confuses my cranium!
So I address the biggest bitch of the entire post
In this case I guess I just choose "them" "both"
Siamese twins they are connected by a keyboard
These fools "both" feenin fa cash like a detoxing hungry slum lord
Dont get me wrong Sinamatik I also brought you some jabs
I just get carried away fucking up "15 year old" Arabs
But B.C.B. certainly will catch some bullets from me
Often ya rhymes is so corny they comes with mullets you see
You disargee? Well that's okay, I guess your entitled
But besting your prose is like taking candy from a child
Deny denial and come to grips with your need for more practice
Doesnt it hurt repeatedly getting your ass kicked?
The again - perhaps you are just in it for the pain
You sadistic butt monkey with S & M and the brain
You should refrain, the next time you get the urge to type
This is one instance in which you should believe the hype
Because the word on the street is you had a couple of kids
But you was too high from crack and let em both die from SIDS


On the real: I got dailup so my posts dont get in quick enough to catch the guy above.

uhh, BC, is you crippin i heard some crab talk
take ya crab legs off so this nigga can't walk
ill slice you, make the cut bleed then throw your body away
chopped up ina blanket at teh bottom of the lake
crack cokane, thats what im carvin at, largin at
yall niggas is starvin' cats
and Milkai or whatever the fuck they names is
spiderman fanatric with dreams of becoming famous
ill spit 10 bars thats better then all ya'll posts
this aint even Rock$ mosts, i aint even talki ntoasts

Think you're Cruising through threads? I'm tearing off your car's fender
Fags...You'll see O on the rocks..Like a Bacardi Bartender
Sick of slick talk from ameteurs rambling Violent Threats
Son me? can't Ban Ray with Ultraviolet Text
Riddle my victims with scissor slits let Midgets come dick em
Louisville Slugger 'll Crack Rocks..So ty Biggums will Hit em!!!!
And as Far As O's Drama? I'll shove a Jack In His Anus
Plug him up and CAjun Fry him...Now that's Black Entertainment

LOL..Lets....GO!!!

guy u not right, get your spell checks
this no battle, im hating to bring hell next
typin too slow to diss the bitch above
sin is sad so someone give this bitch a hug
i give a bunch of love but i needa hate now
i had fun dissing this bitch with a great smile

My awe inspiring actions make you retire from rapping
Axe Leave your spine offline...guess it was tired of chatting
Brew's ordering DRiving Time just to Ride my dick
The way you Babylon?..You could write a sci fi flick
Stab You chinless, Jab's leave you gasping sensless
Brew's hated more than Liquor Kegs at M.A.D.D. conventions...

Rock$

I could understand why you have problems knowin our names
you can't even type, let alone read or write, mr. droped out in fourth grade
you really can spit ten bars, but they seem very slurred
"fanatric" isn't exactly how you spell that word
"talki ntoasts" take your time when your type dickhead
i know what you meant, but damn you need Mavis Beacon pisshead
you even $pelled your name wrong
you talk to much shit, it's time to get your game on
next post you write, do a god damn spell check
for everyone, for you, and even my wellness
im sittin here tryin to understand what you meant
freestyles a freestyle, but at least think about it before it's sent
or edit or some shit dumb ass
i see your stupid in one pass

Opposed to No One
B.itch C.rab

You say I'm one person, but now im two people?//
Dude your mind is feeble, Man are we flowin in ur cereble?//

Yo b, get ur fuckin race and religons straight//
Hebrew, Siemese, Arab, naw I Aint//

Ur mad cuase ur gettin beat by a fifteen year old//
Born 9/10/89 Now are u sold?//

Now u mad cus me and my brother is Destroyin weak niggas//
We straight killin bitches, like what bums do to liqour//
We slaughterin lames, in diferent houses but same state//
Why u hatin on our skills? U whining like a bitch that's gettin date raped//

Whining cause me and my brother is killin u lyrically//
Even god knows thats why he's killin u spiritually//

Now that aint props to you, so settle down B.C.//
U Bitch Crab cant ryme, let alone spell B//

Ur right Opposed To No One, I need to mellow out, cus Ive snapped//
Cus B.itch C.rabs and un-opposin niggas is hatin on my skills and the finess of my raps//

Ay b.C., u must Think u cool and think u a true gangster//
Wrong! U skipped school Now u spellin like a true wankster//

Now im done roastin on The Dumb B.C. and The Hater Opposed One//
I killed them more than once, Now at the same time in this ryme, now they know who won//

Cus yall stepped up and yall got dissmissed//
Now u gots to be embarassed so leave this site now bitch//

Oh yeah, and u wont be missed u sorry ass niggas//
Ur finished cus lyrically I just pulled the trigga//

malilkai

you fools is stupid if you think your going to fade me/
i keep smile on my face while i hunt you down like tex avery/
silly malikai, jumpin like a rabbit remeber trix is for kids/
i spitin chains in 6 parts as i retain fisrt dibs/
i murder tough computer screens like edie ameen/
im grabbin nuclear missile an makin them appear on sight you seen/
yung niggas wit death wishes come to me so i can take you upon/
cas i got the power you send you down without the use of tefflon/

BITACH

Because this Bitch loves Cock they call him BC
his flows are elementary my dear watson, compared to me
B.C
balls compress when real niggas around
Bitch Collaps, in one verse, to the fuckin ground
they should call this nigga S.B.C
Small Bitch ass C.H.i.L.D
ill continue to rip his ass like movie ticket
call me And 1 cuz my flows are "Sic-wit-it"
i stick wit it, not gone stop wit the diss
call him R.Kelly, on his sister he'll piss
take a 22 and shove it thru his ear
blow his motha fuckin head into a different atmosphere
i wanna kill this emcee, b4 i get caged
me Toni B. you Faith Evans u just got upstaged

To Da Animal

This Animal's About To Be Caged Cause He Can't Touch Me...
He's Only ''Seen And Fear'd'' Because He's So Fuckin Ugly...
People Say That He's Wack, I Reply ''I Believe What You're Tellin Me''...
~Small Bitch ass C.H.i.L.D~ Are You Confused?, This Ain't A Spellin Bee...
Got ''Out Of Order'' In Yah Sig Cause Your Brain Ain't Workin...
If You Wana Battle Be After This Believe Me The Pain Ain't Worth It...
You're Obviously One Of Those People Who Spend Their Spare Time On The Computer...
So I'll Change Your Name To ''FTRE'' Because There Is Now No You In Your Future...
I'm Leaving This Bitch Strung Up Just Like His High Hopes...
His Keyboard Could Be Made From Weed He Still Couldn't Type Dope...
I Gotta Ask This Question Man Why Give A Link To Your Soundclick...
I Listened To Your Audios And Truthfully They All Sound Shit...

I Can't Be Bothered To Waste Any More Time

imma eat up ur rhymes like a cannibal u can call me hannibal~lector
ur wack disses just brush off to da side like i'm rockin a punch~deflector

ud better quit frontin or im gonna slash the tires on the car ur moms bought~u
the last nigga u met in combat looked perfectly healthy 10 mins after he fought~u
with so many rappers learnin how to drop mad rhymes its a shame noone taught~u

much props to your boy telokanisieis/
for baggin on da stuff animal cau his ryhmes are the weakest/
i spit lines like a candy bar generater/
i spit hot game just to burn the hater, fakers and procrastonaters/
i keep hoes on the front burner, turn around beretta in fornt of ya/
i saty on your back cant shake me lake a herneya/
im tierd of these wannabe fake rappin MCs/
choke on wack game like they just spent 3 years over seas/
watch your self if your game slow cas i witness furious speeds/
ill leave black on your back like idigonous courages needs/

tae-kwon-flippa

U couldnt pay a hundred dollars to like u
Caz I dont like niggas when my shoe size higher than they I.Q.
I bite through weak bitches, can rip more than the lead peels
Caz when u see me anywhere, Im in constant motion like tread mills
Ur post sucked ass man, people are like not him again
I'll put dots on ur head like u lost ur rights and livin indian