Juno...but not a sight for sore eyes...ya done lost connection...
Maybe you can find it amongst other lost things...like ya erection.
Ya come softer than a box of Puffs, that's extra fuckin quilted...
So I'm a have ya leave heartbroken, like ya just been fuckin jilted.
6-9 must be the record ya aspiring ta have up in here...weak...
With a 1-2 start ya on ya way, so keep on losing, geek.
imma use that same spear u got in ur avy/
u got from tha Navy, then shove it in ur AC/
then maybe...u can actually say ur cold like a spaghetti-strapped lady/
then face me frozen, n hope that u can wake up from bein hazy/
long enough to try to faze me, but hey G/
i've was born to kill while u was still a BABY!/
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angelica soundz like sum bitch name, and it's strict lame
please i'll only pull out of this when i rip this dicks bangs
seriously i dun't know what you are, so fuck these bars
take that literally cuz visually i can see your not street hard
middle weight cheap skate, your better off robbin a blindman
then takin anything from me this cypher and i don't lie fag
i read ur profile homie/ this fag registered 11-12 of 03/
u cant be from da underworld or even close B/
cuz if u was in hell then u'd be scaried to know me/
da truth is out something da devil told me/
"this niggas a bitch, gay, and was created fony"/
talking u got skills then besta show me/
cuz this is his 2nd post and his bound to lose/
matter afact ill email this post to NOABUSE/
u look afraid so watch da words u chose/
cuz ur words can spark bombs nigga and im da fues/
this niggas a pussy eater wit mad lives ta chose/
so im sure u got about nine lives ta lose/
or were those mad lies of u/ talkin about guns u blew/
suckin off da muzzle and nines u screw/
cuz guns is about sex in ur case/
so fuck off and letem bust in ur face......
NEXT
yo home, u need some srs uppin
u shit like da chick i woz fucking
i roll down da street
laced wif weed
to shoot ur face off
u aint not g
u dissing da other cat coz he seems to be new
but look at you, u a newb
so stop dissing ur own kind
coming against me, fuck ur screwed
wen it comes to hip hop
ur a fukn loser
out of da worst rappers contest
da judge wud choose ya
man i aint evn got to try to make ur ass cry
coz i think i cud evn despise you
coming against me??
my skills suprise you
holy shit i seen you before, tupac lover aka bitch at the door
i'll kick in this nigga like big you'll think this was rigged like eyore
this a cypha forum fuck bein wise and you can forget about lice
even though youve had it for so long they gave you scratching rights
i'm crapping on rhymes, so you can say i'm on my shit
you being a fresh emcee but take one sniff and you'll vomit
think i neve rocked it, ask the rocknroll superstars
like the beatles i'll crush you down to size look up and watch me prove the part
i got my name on nuff links, my rhymes like chain letters/
u'll get sprayed on ur bed and get left da bed wetter/
u a rat nigga dat keeps snitchin for dat street chedda/
get at me dawg once ur texts gotten atleast clever/
till then im da heavy wieght champ,and u's da light feather/
and if u swear u'll eva get betta/
ill pop my berretta, and have u leaning towards neva/
u's probably a town boy, street named...gay-heather/
rockin a teck wit a V-neck flame-sweater/
u should keep ya vest on, even in scortchin rain-weather/
have bullets flooding ur main-sector/
till a drop hits u bulls-eye on ur frames-center/
NEXT
yo watch my squad applaud at cha rappin/ oncore nigga when its da gun clappin.............go and snort slugs if u dieing to feel numb!
I'll probably be hated for this, I Realised this dudes a baby//
Got fucked in his M-shaped ass 80 times, hence his lame naming//
Dont wanna be rude or jump to any rash conlusions,
But you must be some kind off cock-sucker//
I'll merk this newb and leave him with mild concussions,
shouldn't have come to this thread stupid mutha-fucker//
leavin it to the next fool to upstage me, impossible, im on a roll//
Oh and by the way dickface, you're lucky there is no poll//
I'd have won this, easily, belive me im pretty sure//
Let me end this with a little thought for your feeble mind//
You were M-erked 80 times before this, by eighty different guys//
After this, i'd have earned you 80 more merks,
and all at the same time//
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you aint ready for this
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word that ryhme actually need a substance,
ur name as wack as your skill, u wanna square dance,
dont you know those sound affects, dont belong here in text,
these newbs perplexed, hav no friends, couldnt even call collect,
and i dont need to ask why you got two emcees in your name,
but i could battle you twice at once and i 'double' you pain,
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leave feed and a link i'll return it
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ferrari-hov-50, nothing more then a 17yr old wit hoe petty/
to young to battle plus half of his post shitty/
da other half of his flow's diddy's/
6 posts and im atomic nigga im known to explode city's/
my fist throws blows thats been known to KO pretty/
ur punchlines so dry the get cut like old phillies/
does this clown really wanna battle? i think this foes silly!/
come on dawg my minds more deeper then this/
matter afact my homes more deeper then da byss/
us a bitch wit big lips/
that needs to take a sit just ta piss/
im murderous,so hot hells got me on burner lists/
u aint heard of RISK/
till i murder ur career so u cant further diss/
its simple nigga im murder gits/
damn dawg learn to write before u jump to conclusions/
u can draw guns homie but i picture illusions/
were u dissin me cuz u seem to be postin confusions/
but then again u better hope u know whatchu doing.....
NEXT
This punk read my profile and calculated my age,
to see if i was as old as the guys that kept his butt in a rampage/
its ironic isn't it, callin me a bitch with big lips,
when his mouth was seen in pictures with otha niggas dicks/
i only sit to piss, cuz my dicks too big, it hits the sink/
what did you do? shit my nose is throwin fits,
it appears your breath slipped by the mods, and damn it stinks/
This verse will leave u nauseuas while you type your shit,
Be the only time in your rap career that your rhymes were sick/
You dont deserve any more lines from me, get back to riding dicks/
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you aint ready for this
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i dont give a fuck if u right click copy and paste a rhyme/
just dont post or clock garbage for us to watch a waist a time/
you run when u see guns nigga so just face da nine/
keep writeing dull lyrics dat wouldnt graze da mind/
goodie goodie i think us afraid a crime/
matter afact us a country white boy dat hates da grime/
i gotem hooked on my lyrics like coke...so he takes a line/
funny niggas a joke but i hate these fakes online/
swear they got deals but cant wait ta shine/
go cop a deal nigga and stop tryina snitch or dime/
cuz half da shit u say aint praised like mine........
next
Yo, I'll hold more heat 2 your head than a skully/I will leave you like your'e on your monthly, pussy, fuckin bloody/hollo stretch your chest like silly puddy/tarin up your ass like your BOSOM BUDDY/yes, I said you're hot, you might say, I'm on your jock/
but your on mine like a bitch, screamin stop/shet up hooker swollow the cock/now you're a porno star/ my switch blade going cross your chest like your trainin bra/Your name is now Rupaul, a homo star/
i see ur idols a drag queens cuz ur obsessed wit rupaul/
u couldnt delivery nice lines if they was brought by uhual/
u was droped from ur team afraid i'll make ya crew fall/
and u'll keep suckin dick nigga till u get a new jaw/
u a midget to my level but i guess im to tall/
think im da one to battle, nigga u best check who u brawl/
u've used most ur life lines so think who u'd call/
its like who wants to be a-bitch-in-here so ill battle u all/
niggas us 100 yrs old and ur shit aint sold gold/
ur better off selling ur soul to have half of my flow/
keep fucking wit guns and u'll blast ur ass a new hole/
u's a studio hoe, just trying to catch some few doe/
do u tell people u rap or its just somethin few know/
u probably a wannabe em wigga just tryna catch a new show/
dont try to believe his da only white boy u know/
cuz every one knows ur skin is as white as new snow/
out here in miami da streets call it true blow/
so dont lie u from da bronx or no where near NY/
cuz petafouls like u should deserve ta die/
so thanks for da diss dawg, but god luck and nice try.....
welcome to miami...where tha fakest G's play/
start beef like salami...ate it up like we were in class n it was a "free"-day/
u got a lot of nerve to be a newb n talk hard/
in order to get ur point across, u took 10 bars/
20 lines, 3 rhymes n one stupid weak rap/
ur jus one more lady that my heat macs.../
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