Diss the person above you...

[unXtatic]

again u use my words in ya paragraph/
but u continue 2 misuse 'em, when i returned, i wasnt prepared ta' laugh/
U didnt mono ma' tone, u mimicked ma' lyrics/
but i aint jus tellin u what u did wrong, i'm also tryna diminish ya spirit/
cuz its shit like that, i jus cannot condone/
I'ma shock ya bones, leavin ya corpse wit nothin 2 fall on but rocks n stones/
steal my quotes again n that shit'll burn ya throat like spicy food/
U LACK ORIGINALITY, obviously, u aint got ya 'shit in check' like Nike do/

[Born To Kill]

Who's this big, fat X hittin my fuckin board?
Who couldn't spit sharp...if he spit fuckin swords!
I'm not where he's at, and damn, am I glad...
Cuz we're talkin skill levels, and his is at BAD.
So keep droppin stretched lines, just like a fool...
And consider yourself taught, cuz ya just got schooled!

[STAY-Z]

unxtatic-untaxedbitch-cantstackshit-cuntwackthis-

steal ya fuckin words dawg, i used em all my life
learned em in the third grade, what you think you own the rights
ima say condone bitch, coz ya only condonin yaself
tryna reep the benefits, what you won my fuckin wealth
ya not hot kidd, get yo ass out the kitchen
ya drainin, sink ya bitch, ya aint got no more dishin

[unXtatic]

Lines aside, i would always rather be 'longer than short'/
n while i'm 'spittin', u jus 'dribblin', like u belong on the court/
I aint nothin 2 fuck wit, especially wit u comin wit wack shit/
the only time yo 'nail-in shit' is when u got a ass itch, u half wit/
damn right i aint on yo level, u retareded as fuck/
n i guess i gotta stick Snickers in ya mouth 2 make u spit bars wit some nuts/ U BITCH

n Stay-Z...
Keep talkin shit, n watch yaself grow thinner/
cuz constantly throwin in ya 2 cents will leave u wit no dinner/
u a dame walkin aimless, spittin the same ol' shit/
dawg yo shit wouldn't flow, even wit diarrhea drippin from ya anal slit/
n lemme finish widda middle finger 4 u 2 marvel at/
now i hope u cautious about beef like Drew Carrey afta his heart attack/

[retard101]

you be the blood i be the crip,/
bullet holes in ya face -homicide in your fuckin crib.//

you talk to much shit -time to put an end to it,/
bust ya voice box ya family watches as paramedics have ya body zipped.//

i throw lyrics like fireballs,/
victim = blood 4 life pierce his torso.//

you slang lifes a bitch so you gonna pop your self o in ya asshole,/
plese dont -ill leave my phone number call me when you become suicidal.//

ill do the job quick with pride,/
piss on your tombstone - and run away with ya wife.//

[unXtatic]

First off, what u know bout ruthless chin checks/
when the only thing around ya 'waste' is a group of insects/
u tryna talk street, but u only mention lies/
the only time u was in the 'hood' was when ya hooptie's engine died/
n i can spit much harder than this, foo believe me/
but widda self-insultin name like retard, u make it too easy/

[Ack Scent]

i know why you're not xtactic u got no reason to be
Cuz in size our comparisons a bear to a flea
It's a good thing that you're not where i'm at
Cuz you wouldn't be accepted either way
I'll grill you on a skillet and call it pussy fillet
you're a bitch just admit it
Worse than a crippled mental midget
u dissin on retards...
...But you're the reason their school was invented
U shouldn't be livin an X don't suffice in ya name
They need to scratch the whole thing out...
...and give you somethin less plain.

[Born To Kill]

Yo, Def...I see what ya sayin, dude...
I'd also clutch my chest if I was close to you. (avy)
Even Jigga's heart can't take it, the crap you rap...
It's so fuckin sad, not even masochists laugh.
Now turn ya ass around and get to steppin quick...
Cuz only thing Mouf's good for...is satisfyin dick!

[Ack Scent]

Man fuck born to kill this dude is a fraud
He has the gaul and audacity to diss me...
...i'm appauled
I'm ashamed to be in this forum cuz of guys like you
THey become RB's legends but still spit doodoo
You must be coocoo spittin caca
you're more loco than heavy rockas
But i'ma sock ya and stop all the crap
Cuz the only thing you're born to kill is yourself fa bein wack!

[unXtatic]

Yo, they say 'pain is love', thaz somethin u've heard right?/
well when i sock u in the eyes, u can say that's 'love at first sight'/
if u ashamed 2 be here, then vacate the board/
befo i slay ya--leavin ya body covered wit blade scrapes n sores/
or I can spit lethal venom to show u what a lesson's about/
so when they bury u, ya name on the tombstone gon be "Death by the mouf"/

[Sergeant_Barwak]

Tragic, not magic, all I hear is static/
but no! that fuzz is better than tha shit from unXtatic/
and even death is preferable to watching your ass stick/
deep in the mud, cuz, ya covered in blood/
ya spitting lines or giving your small cock a good tug?/
come here, I write the werd 'loser' cross ya mug/

[Broken Skrolls]

sergent your bars are wack peirce ya flak jaket
throwin apon bombs blowin off ya arms blow ya like ya cathlic
it's hektik magnetic scewdriver with tai chi tactics
flacid acid irratic massive pen addicts
move passive like fine tip feather whip bleeds
like cuttin ya skin ink blends galatic trends
ya not ready crashed in all of your 51 areas
mallaria virus carriers UNS most aware
ridin on star chariets sarinate ya cooked fate
broken skrolls ball points swift strikes
moves like the white lotus fist might
invicible organic circut panle sight

[Sergeant_Barwak]

pffft, sounds like our man here's been heavily tokin'
I suspect dat more than his skrolls is what's brokin
smack, crack, just a bit of black? whatcha bin smokin?
take a valium, man, I don't fink datchoo copin'
I know you sucked down a few too many bowls
the only thing that's broken is your brain, notcha skrolls

[Broken Skrolls]

oh yeah u met a scitzo to the game
burie u in tomahawks n gernades
ya another broken skroll i flip the page
gunpowder rage sunk ya preal harbors last days
nuclear terriorist i got paid flyin japs jet planes
chemical flares beware of your minimal cage
ya animal controle yourself before i put u to sleep
hi im new here beef right or u don't got no reason to be here

[STAY-Z]

^word up skrolls^
^and this^

pure poetic power, dick dastardly don even know us
untax this kidd, you the one thats flowless
right back up the top dawg, then drag your ass four down
the last six lines, well they were mine, did you buy that, you poor clown

the only thing drippin, is shitstink from ya lips
but ya don won smoke with me boy, you juss be frontin tips
plucked from yung'er kidds, tree cant take the strain
T_H_C for you bitch, is two hard cocks of pain

eat a dick up unXtatiC, X-Citin' ya ill profanities
but know this little kidd, you aint no fuckin man of me
this crew you aint be in, deadly sin for that
we don won the curse, yo faggot ass cant rap