Diss the cat above you!

[Born To Kill]

SIX (6) LINES MINIMUM!!!

We'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!

[Born To Kill]

Peeps are afraid ta diss me, 4 hours and no show...
Shit's like waiting around for some Heinz 57 slow flow.
Anticipation is what I got eatin at me now, peeps...
Cuz waiting for you fuckin wimps has put me to fuckin sleep!
But s'ok, I'll chill and just diss you like you were here...
Cuz the fact you didn't post, sums up ya rap career!

[tekniqalyspeakin]

witcho stage presence u aint foolin nobody but yoself/
i burn niggas leave em sumthin like plastic when they melt/
whos this ^ jusa nutha conceitied rappa n useless/
he gon make me leave LA justa "blast off rockets" in "houston"/
abuse him and any otha rappa who dis me/
in jus 3, 2-1 yall hittin "icebergs" n u "history"/
my fists be, balled up n ready to fight/
jus call up n ill give u "fallen angels" yo "flight"...

[MC TooNZ]

diz nigga teknically speakin, and im speakin thru my tek/
9 millimeter barrel, 3 millimeter hole in da check/
doc drop ya on da table, and strip open ya chest/
'damn trikz, shouldve wore a vest...'/
tryin reccesitation with voltz of arrayz mint/
'damn i lost him, missed another payment/
time of death, 2:30, nigga left with woundz strached up and dirty/
stop dreamin, datz ya last nightmare before ya die, ya heard me?

[Yung Face]

Come on Toonz i kno u learned from nickelodeon good guyz neva lose and im nice on da beat,
im da type of nigga dat'll put ya face to da pavement jus so u can be introduced to da streets.
MC Toonz amusement rapper known fo gettlin laughed at on da mic,
You Beatin me in a battle 50 Cent gotta betta chance gettin bitch slapped by a dike,
6 bars minimum lyrics catch ya eye quicker denn a chains bling,
Ill wit a pen or board cuz i drop more dope lines denn caine fiends.

[tekniqalyspeakin]

mc toonz, who labeled u an mc dude???/
u can barely let out ya flow u can barely empty a tune/
im diggin u ya grave n emptyin out yo tomb/
im this nigga idol, no wonda he wanted to mc too/
half of this is for u tha otha half fo yung face/
ima come put a rope round yo head have u hung by yo face/
slice this nigga like bread put yo lung by yo face/
where his stomach was nuthin but empty space/
leave both of yall niggas rottin wit rats chompin yo bodies like cheesecake/
how much more abuse can these two take/
tie u both togetha set u free in tha lake/
set u both in between two alligat'es/
n i hope once they done tha lord dont close tha gates/
but yall will always have each otha in purgator'ay/
n once i c hell ill bring u both down with may (me)/
like banks n young buck is bein brought down by fiftay (50)/
my rhymes to heavy i smack boffa yall wit one mic/
come off boffa yo crews in one night/
then go n step to boffa yo bosses in one nyk/ (nike)
n kick em twice they buttcheeks for bringin tha likes/
of u too bums, into tha goon squads/
626 tha city 12 niggas we TOON SKWAD/
but me too hard so i dont involve them/
i do my dirt by lonely tha two of u couldnt stop him/
so if theres an issue its on u to solve them/
i done already melted you two like solvents
this dis is more like a battle in tha wrong place/
R.I.P. to mc toonz and yung face

[Yung Face]

yo lets take dis to da battle boards, imma enjoy demolishin u,........u messed up......shouldnt have spit at Yung

Does this look like Bitch Slapped to you?
Challenge motherfuckers there or thru PM...
This is not the place, motherfuck! - BTK

[Train]

Nigga ya 0 and 2 why even battle you/
I roc ya wit the nine them shells burnin you/
In damn why even waist my time/
Cause all these niggaz know the world is mines/
I spit a rhyme for every letter in ya name/
You already lost dawg nigga praise the king/
You dont wont dont step in my ring/
Cause when that bell go ding Im tearin up ya frame/
Battle me you put ya self to shame/
and when all its all over dawg yeah ya praisin my name/
ya like a cat man you easy to tame/
Cause around here dawg I eat up the fame/
And geuss what they put next to ya name/
the word you deserve Mutha-Fuckin L.A.M.E

[Born To Kill]

Kid's here only a day and thinks he can play...
But all he's shown us is that he rhymes gay.
Kid tryin ta diss, watch me drag this lame...
Like a rapist up in here the way I pull a train.
Proppin Nas like you hood, boy, you ain't shit...
Comin from The Burg...shows why you're the pits!

[VA Slim]

i just came through, already you hangin from a tree vines/
you not a troop on the front lines, but u front on each line/
grab ya aviator and cover whatever palutes ya mind/
dilute ya ryhmes, thought process got u steppin on mines/
niggaz get me restless when they trying to be soldeirs/
ya minds a lil flipped, aint no sunshine son.... game ova/

[Yung Face]

U fucked wit da wrong one Im da streets Elliot Ness,
use ya own shyt against u have demm slugz feelin like an A-"Train" hit ya chest,
Untouchable u niggaz cant see my skillz,
monica lowinsky on da block nigga known to blow bills,
now do u still want it face,
have more shots in ya body denn an army issued amunition case.
u stunted on da wrong boi now u gotta see if somebody can save u lata,
cuz I'll have ya ass hangin in da trees like "Born To Kills" avatar

[Rezen]

cut young face for his unessesary lack of skill....
when S.T.D'S is the only way bitch be ill....
we cant see yo skills cuz they non-existant.....
and yo number of posts show you aint consistent......
n dawg u aint bout money...ever1 knows.....
i make more bills than you
....................................stackin shelves at tescos.....
and what about that crappy battle record....
abstract new...... and still took the diggnity your avy restored.......

[Gene Pool]

abstracting my thoughts to be knockin this bitch from the top/
hell you can't battle, so why don't you just quit now and stop/
and take it back up with your homeboys on the street/
practice up a little more cuz Gene Pool speakin it deep/
and I've got an intent to stagger on your verse/
reverse the beat until the only thing your can hear is "herb!"/

[Verbal Phenom]

Your flow is the type to escape ya mouth wit bags-packed
Abstract is wack, he'd drop bombs if he wern't on my ball-sack
Pick ya self up, Abstract fragile bones are falling to peices
Concentrate on ur ish, Example of elevation, keep reading
This isn't even a battle but your still getting merked
Proven that ur wack when .'s consist of +50% oya verse

[Born To Kill]

This dude's no Phenom, yeah, that's what I said...
But he's still like the Undertaker...
........................Well, I mean his skills are dead.
Just arrived here at RB, already gettin beaten on...
So since ya can't cut the mustard...
Here...here's 10 bucks......go cut my fuckin lawn!
Now step back servant boy, fore I leave you still...
In wrapped plastic in my freezer...
...........................Is another way you can chill.