Diss the cat above you!!!

[KªL¡]

DIRECTED @ ---------------> LowLife

Blah..Blah..Blah.., your punches land weak, like docking sailors wit scurvy
LowLife must've been scared, cuz his wack verse was hurried
Like a mentally retarded rock fan in a battle, you dont know what a punchline is
only way a hot flow would be around ya mouf is if you drank my piss
your flow wouldnt be hot n spicy if you had jalepenos jammed in ur penis
those weak punches need 2 pump iron b/c ya whole style's anemic
i will molest your wack elementary rhymes like catholic boys in confession
your dumb ass wouldnt come out hard if you were a baby born w/ an erection
you couldnt shine in a thread with me if we were connected by glowing stitches
your flow wouldnt have a hard punch if you pissed fermenting, or spoiling citrus
you could make a song called im really sadaam n still wouldnt make amerikkas hit list
you couldnt pump the crowd or move'm side 2 side if they had hydraulic switches.........faggit

[ZeroT13]

This guy's rapping calling a dude outright a faggot,
but he's the one who looks, sounds and hits as if he was Bob Saget
He wouldn't get to hit a pussy if it was a dead cat laying under his car tire
And when it comes to rapping and repping, he's the exact opposite of Mark McGuire
More like Shaq from free throw
I don't mean now, I mean fuckin three years ago
I see though, that maybe I shouldn't call the retard out
But he spoke first, and all I heard was farts come out
Smells like it too, ummm...let me get one of those terds away from you
I'll sell it back to you in a week or two in a form similar to shrooms

[HoloGraphic]

your rhymes give people cocaine tongues, aint nobody feelin you
if it ever came down to a battle, i wonder what youd really do
turn tail and flee, or stand and fight, either way youd lose quickly
your skills are constantly in question, your presence heres just iffy
your style doesnt make any sense like beggars gettin dollars
end up with a hot blanket on your legs like a dodderin old grandfather

[ZeroT13]

His posts are 45, but he actin like he just choked on a smoke and a Colt 45
No big deal, I swallow pills
I'm just not dumb enough to run my mouth like a stutterin Clintonous Bill
When I spit, I'm sober, you actin like you'd rather give head instead of washing yours with Head and Shoulders
Its loaded with bolders of the bullshit that you think and type
Sometimes I wonder if you need a shrink instead of a mic

[KªL¡]

aimed @ ----------> Zero T13, wuteva da fukk kinda name is that....sounds GAY...

its not word wrestling, your supposed to throw punches, if thats ya best ur kidd'n me
I'll roll ya eyes n2 tha back of ya head so u can finally see youre stupidity
either your absent minded or your lyrical talent and creativity has been misplaced
lost in thought? I'll put a hot comb thru ur brain, so you can finally think straight
like bitches in battle with servered limbs, your dumbass is fightn unarmed
if wins had reigns you couldnt harness victory, ya grips easily broken like yarn
ya name should be changed to false alarm, cuz bitch you aint the bomb
your ass couldnt make a tight track if you did weave @ a hair salon.........

[ZeroT13]

This guy's already got the sex change!
Bravo! I didn't think you could do it on your own, Bravo! Again, I must say!
Rappin about a hair salon, hot combs, and harnesses?
Weird combination, so I'll just slap your ass cock-eyed with a can of varnish
I done banned this garbage from my email,
hey dude, it's just another from of spam, in harvest
Its Sam I Am, feeding your ass with two tons of
jellyfish and jam and convince you to eat it
I'm too mature to be conceeded, but for your dumb ass I will
I'm 180 pounds of not I can, muthafucka, but I will kill if I have to
Put you on the map, cause you got clapped by not two or three but one
Of the fastest growing MC's, ZeKe Zero T, Zero T13
You think you offending me?
You got a better chance of seeing my real shit without laughing
That is, at yourself
Go home, and put your shit on the shelf, there's no chance for you here
Or on the mic
Hell, Ray Benzino would have a better chance than
this fucker to light up the night

[KªL¡]

I display the facts; your just gay and wack
wut typa nicca uses stencils 2 draw weapons;2 say-- he spays wit gats;
like toy printers u juss play w/ tracks
youll get laid on ya back, since u get slept on more than lays-n-cognac
i bench press wack niccuz an throw weight @ these fools till he shakes in his boots, cuz like hetero disses, my punches comn straight @'chu
i put a foot to ur balls an plans, just to tackle ur plot
imma serial killa ill be sure to make ur bones crackle n pop
before i snap ur neck and watch ur blood cackle and drop
i say you a faggit, cuz only assholes talk about shit they not.....

[KªL¡]

ima BAR-carryin' BARbarian,
wit enuff, or more checks to wreck and SCAR-your-neck,
and visual-cortex, wit difficult-GORE-text.....
its predictablE-your-next,
to get-ripp'd-wit-FLOWS,that posses more DESPICABLE-INFECTS
then UNEQUIPTABLE FORCED SEX......

[KªL¡]

Why yall takn a long time to post a rhyme in this section,
dont need da go2 D ER 2 get'cha verse sliced-n-dissected,
I'll do it willingly, and even up-front the cost,
no need-ta-pay me back, just beat-it-and-get lost...

[KªL¡]

I'm a 'Born-Swordsman', 'Sworn-2-Scorch-Shit';
My rhyme Form 'Torches all wit unseen-Forces'
My Gun's ENORMOUS-n-pack a punch like 'Goerge-Foreman'
And 'Tortures' like 9 year olds, Dreams-of -'Abortion'
My mic's on the Beam-of-Extortion'
tak'n pies-n-cut-it-in-'Portions'
And leave ya brains-mixed-in, wit buckets of 'Horseshit'
Take 'Caution', even stunt'n be 'costn'
to be blunt sonn; I'm 'Mean-n-Remorseless'
I'll leave ya 'Wooden-Men-March'n'
In the 'Hood' it's a 'Forest'
I done met 'Gorillas' in the 'Jungle'
Welcome to the 'Projects'
Elevat'n @ extenses,
Heavens best was sent to 'Repent-this'
I send 'Clips, that in the End, they wont miss,
bars is raw an Atrocious
I 'Bend-Wits' to the point, you wont need a 'White-Flag-2-End-This'
Verbal-Menace, Ma' Spittins-'Blurred-ya-Vision'
I 'Burnt-Emissions' to a 'Perch-of-Bitches'
Riddled wit Words, My World is Littered wit Germs,
I'm 'Sicker tham Sperm, in the middle of 'Birth'
Widdled wit turns, I 'Giggle-@-Herbs'
Belittl'n-Birds, fix'n 2 Burn' ya-When I Stip all'aya Nerves'

[dystant]

just like his name nd his lyrics no1 nows what they mean/he hasnt takin a shower in weeks, hes unclean/never drop again ur rythmes are madd weak/the only way ud win a battle is if u bite from Memphis Bleak/u say ur gunnas are big when uve nevr evn seen one/mobb deep already explained ur type,a shook one/ur lines consisted of about 0 punches/after i was done i wantd 2 throw up,like i just did 600 crunches/heres the plan leave RB and never return/and all the rythmes u wrote u should do a usher and let it burn/

[woot]

dystant:

if ya had motive, ya still wouldnt be personal with a punch.
with ya potential, its tragic ya havnt landed one in a month.
ya could contract AIDS, and still find no one that ya spits impact.
ya sigs symbolic, but its clear that "a goofy movie" dont make ya black.

[u n r e a L]

woot:

your lyrics are effectless, i cant understand, i rule it wack
talkin 'bout 'potential'? .. *silence* .. ill stop here, just 'holla back'
im messin' ya head, my lyrics are infested with talent
sit back relax, ill teach ya, consider ya self 'revolva's student'
ya sig keeps movin, just as your verse's flow, your inconsistant
throwin lyrics at ya fast, bitch this is easy, i made this in an instant

[HoloGraphic]

your the weakest mc ive seen speak in a week
i leave you bleedin and weepin between the sheets
your blood is seepin ya dreamin of demons indeed
gasp while ya breathin and heed to this creed
youve recieved the deception and now ya decieved
sieze ya diseased mind and sqeeze out the dreams

[UnrealDeal]

your holo graphic, we see u once then twist the plastic/
visions of you are never lastin/
my rhymes are elastic, i get reactions/
yours get viewed, then crumpled in hands/
thrown in trashcans, turn to me ill get you drastic changes/
but for now u have no fans, people dont know u your nameless /