Diss on the last person that posted, this is for when you just wanna talk crap but dont have a battle.

guess start with me, but know what your in for :fight:

Comparing yourself to cards thinking your an ace homie your in an imaginary place/ so wash your face and speed your pace cause this ain't no granny race/ Faggot probly from the navy base your a discrace I'm like a king to you and your a welfare case/ You probly gonna say you'll hit me with a hammer u seem not to know the first rule of grammer so hush/




:)FRO :pimp:

Im a bigger star than texas, its hectic im reckless//
Your text is stolen like im bout to do to your necklace//
Check this, your shots are outclassed like school photos//
You get smoked and ko'd like the beginin of a kool logo//
You homo, in the ring you come up shorter than frodo//
Throw bows cause i love to share(cher) like sonny bono//

my sounds immense I drop nouns direct on point to pound ya chest/
Verz no more than a books spine since he's bound to text/
I diss-troy sit poised flip coins to decide how to rip this boy/
someone check his verse since he bites more than Marve Albert in strip joints/
I disperse sick noise to throw in more curves than chevrons/
I wreck strong battling me is almost as stupid as saying Text Drawn/
I shout proudest mouth loudest vowels to pound mountians/
I feel no pressure since you fail to move shit like out houses/
watch Verz weep with fright whenever you mention me
I sense defeat call me Friday with the way I end the weak/

:pimp:

This pussy aint hard, so ill provoke him and flick clits//
Dickless so you cant spit it larena bobbet as my witness//
Shit list contains me and you, im the shit and you aint it//
Faint quick, my present-tation slays more than saint nick//
Hold the belt like pant loops, engage safetys you cant shoot//
I should ban you, cause like the crippled i cant stand you//(not for real)
Damn you, make hell your home, words brail your dome//
Fagget, like retards takin skeleton tests you fell on bones//

I don't now if i can compete with that but i'll try.



Firefighters pull up to vanquish Verz Colored Yellow and black like jackets on Bumble bee's/
I release this lyricism to destroy your fabrication You just another cartoon character like Goku on DragonBall animation/
I'm coming harder with the ink exercising the mind to think On the brink of destruction I fight harder than Palestinians in the Gaza Strip/
Fuck your ego dog and you ain't nothing cuz u slang trees now you think you got me/
You couldn't slay me with any weapon Triple 6 is the extension Honestly with that expression Im gonna come harder Ron Howard when he sex'n/



Last one for the night.

aight this'll be my last for the night too

This duel is over, i already beat you back to back//
Nsane partner, so i beat-nick also and snap to that//
Your act is wack like male porn, dreaded like your hairs worn//
Just call Verz the stork cause my delivery has this kid air born//

aight thats enough, cant wait for this crew battle.

^Hey I didn't appreciate that diss.

nothin meant by it, just went well, and you gotta admit thats some nice wordplay, probably shoulda saved it for the crew battle.

shut the fuck up like neglectin words
bite my dick like you dont respect me vers

yeah i was freestyling in the shower after i read this thread and that was funny so i had to post it

I enforce the laws so you couldn't be lawless/
And if you violate, my paws will leave you jawless//

^^Haha, I like that, My paws will leave you jawless.

^^Lol, thanks

Yo here's my shit.

I"m a horse, fuckin stallion, ya phony
Ya nothin but a baby, fuckin pony

hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa lmao.

Lol,Ok

Fuck being a lame horse or a ridden stallion/
I haul more force than 4 horsemen batallion//

^^see riz has those thoughtful vocab type punches

A step above niggas cause it's obvious they can't touch mine/
2 shots will leave ya body slanted like Verz's hairline/

Nsane sticks wood up his butt and has his ass(ash) poked like a fire place//
"gold member" and got the "power" to make his jaw look like mike myers face//(austin powers has fucked up teeth)

Yea, ok


Thinking*


Strapping for warfare, ready to slaughter
With rhymes that are fatter than Ozzy Osbourne's daughter/

rips the mic cause its dicks he like, he dont hate you//
He dates you, wouldn't be shit if my anus made you//

Been 3 months and these pussies aint come back//
Who's really TRU, mothafuckas we run that//
So uh step off, or texts raw, your necks squashed//
If you really wanna battle be prepaired for your next loss//

LT mothafuckas!!!!!

Its been a few more month still nobody has dropped shit//
Like a nude colony my rhyme scheme is top less/
Off the meter cause hot shit recoils like heaters//
Beater of clicks, I rip souls like cheap sneakers//

The Flow artist, who's so heartless
Forcing ya'll to meet Hell's darkness

i dunno know???

His best spits are wackness in its essence//
Gets raped with his pop influenced mic presense//
Die fleshless as i burn tissue like workouts//
Your demos like linen, constantly turned down//

haven't spit since june at mtv board, have mercy on me:

I sensed this thread needed my presence, so i blessed it
Possess this flow so sharp, it'll leave ya chest ripped
The next bitch who wanna to step to the Sun
Is done, I leave you crippled like Byron Leftwich
SD don't battle handicaps; discard your crutch
I smoke so much punks, just call my opponents dutch
My vocab cuts ya stomach, and exposes your lunch
Wastin no time on rookies, eatin' MC's for brunch
When it comes to soft rappers, ya like the Brady Bunch
My words are instant offense, and you instantly punt
SD the unstoppable force, i'm on-a-roll like a blunt
Automatic Honor-Roll rapper, killin' for fun
I'm a militant poet, mistaken for Zach De La Rocha
With a flow so hard i'm leavin you swollen like Al Roker
Words like bullets; my mental Uzi leaves you soaked up
Call my verbs Sprewells, cuz I'm leavin' Verz choked up/(adversaries)
Unbelievers woke up when they witness the gift
More metaphors than The Bible when SD spits
My cypher is undecipherable, I flow in code
Ya'll stuff ya raps with fillers, I'm never in "Throw-In" mode
I'm never throwing bows, I fling literary elements
When your victims are wack it attracts negative sentiments
The intelligence in my verses is evident
No mercy, you can say my Evil ways are Resident
SD for president, this is that real "On Top" shit
Skills similar to Britney, so Toxic
You want shit with the King? come on, pop shit
Like i said, i spit bullets, see how my 9-glock hits
I'm Like Cassius in his prime, do nothin but floor chumps
You'll be needin' a mamagram to check ya head for lumps
Cuz both you punks, are fuckin softer than titties
What I look like losin' a Battle to JD and P.Diddy?

nothin personal, all in fun. i need practice so get at me verz.

ok after reading that novel i will proceed to key a victory(ha already ill lyrical shit)

Please know Hip-Hop is better off without you//
Suck your own dick while coughin hairballs like owls//
Just a little comedy to get you in the mood to lose//
Your an industry robot and my lyrics will blow your fuse//
Show your true colors pussy, Cam'ron needs a hype man//
Your short on hard material like the stereotypical white man//
So pipe down right now, textcees are shit typically//
and like a stevie wonder track you aint seein me lyrically//
So phsycally vacant the space i entrenched with a landmind//
Verz'll fuck up your sight with several explicit hand signs//
Damn right, hells your only oppurtunity to spit heat//
While his raps are a misdimeanor the way he miss beats//
Piss me off and you'll get pissed on peon//
If you wanna play hard dog, ill quench your thirst with freeon//
Now be gone with your simplicity and lyrics with no relativity//
Cause ill leave another sonny huggin trees like hippies//

ahem, anybody? or should i just close this and declare my self the undisputed champion?

Time for da God to come reign on the ungifted.

I rhyme swiftly, knowledge through lines combined quickly//
To form the most beautiful art, from wise scriptings//
So ride with me...I'm quick to roll on a cousin//
Call my guns ulcers, cause they'll put a hole in your stomach//
Fake niggas tuck and fold, when they know that I'm coming//
Cause Nsane means a whole lot of hoes will be runnin//
Not to mention...I've mastered this shit, the acid I spit//
Can melt a microphone into ashes and bits//
Niggas laugh, cause you gassed in this bitch...I boil beef//
Destroy geeks, ya style's more ass than toilet seats//
So don't f wit me...say ya versatile but I ain't seein no variety//
Same ol' shit, get some new rhymes b//

Champion...what???

Yet another weak attempt to take me down *Sings Here We Go Again by DMX*

Its the champion when rappin, im blastin at this capitalist//
Could sign to the blind and still win this battle with him//
Your an amateur i had this won before your keys tapped//
You suck so much you wore a hole through your knee pads//
Nsane you aint hot, put a wool lining into your straight jacket//
But thats illogical cause we all know that your gay, faggot//
So complain that this bastard is takin the exact title from you(bastard)//
Meaning i sonned you just like japanese versions of kung fu//*
Im puttin your lights out lil man so its about time to come inside//
Ill embarass you til you flee the site faster than korey homicide//

*Japanese flag has a red dot which represents the sun, and japan is called "the land of the rising sun" had to clarify that.

Another one down, who's next? :ph43r:

This faggot is weak...I'm tired of you speaking my name//
Cause that's the same shit that will put ya deep in a grave//
Put heat to your frame like oven grills, dun you'll get killed//
From twin automatics pumpin till ya onion is peeled//
The deepest...my scripture alone, can cripple ya bones//
Compared to the best, son you're little...if known//
With pitiful flow, stop makin tracks...face the facts//
Nigga you're wack, so you need to take ya mic back to radio shack// :ph43r:


wasn't much, but i felt i needed to respond since your head is filled w/ more hot air than a balloon.

hahaha to quote my boy Skov this "latant homosexual" needs to really keep his mouth shut

Aint seen you drop a track, your wack and missin the beat//
Bitch you lame and goin die similar to christopher reeves//
Your the bane of the rap world and im quick to smack girls//
Or this bitch in dudes clothes, snap ya neck if ya move close//
Your loose flow is like your asshole, fuckin hard to keep tight//
So bitch keep quiet or get burned and hit like a weed pipe//
A non battling beat producer shut you the fuck up//
This faggot gone meet his end in rhymes like busta//

We can go back and forth, you sayin some wack shit, me comin back and killin you or if you wanna go to radio shack and actually grab a mic we can do this the right way. LT mothafucka! :ph43r:

lol, you takin this too seriously dawg.

Naw im not takin it too seriously, that would be writing a novel than recording a track dissin you than repeatedly talkin shit in any thread you post in. this is far from serious man.

Don't speak to me about really wanting war//
Cause you more pussy than a lesbian porn//
Now you wanna piece of me black, with your weak raps?//
You're like asking a vegeterian, where's the beef at?//
Son I mean that, you'll lose if you try//
Yea you hot with a mic...when you're holding one in June or July//
A giant with text, you know who's the best//
I'm done with you, who want it next?//

The pressure is on and aimed directly at a few joints//
And since action speaks louder than words your stressing a mute point//
You get cut like Jew boys and i aint got a steady hand for this shit//
Damn this kids bitch but nigga acts a lil crakerish like a ritz bit//
Lets spit, i got a mic we can do this in living color like a sketch show//
But ill haunt the walls of your home with sickness like asbestos//
So lets show this whole site you're bitch made, hell we all were//
And we all gotta make sacrafices so you'll get slain at the alter//

Like Captain Hook I'll leave you with one hand/
Similar to those girly boy bands/
Can't rap for shit/couldn't even last long enough to have a pop hit/Ace of base We need to change the pace/ Slow it up for these punks/ before you get your ass slammed dunked/ Grow some balls your voice is sounding scratchy here have some halls/ Look My Ryhmes similar to Biggie there obese contain sharp punches to make you look deciesed/

Look homie, how you gon' act tough wit a name like Howie?/
Guard your face, cause I spit that hot magma like them volcanos in Maui/
I'ma make my presence felt, cause this shit ain't the same without me/
Go ahead, call out my name, I'll tear up your frame if u niggas doubt me/
My verse is worse than shock therapy for them cancer patients/
Who's the king of this shit? Me of course, and that answer's ancient/
I see all ya niggas want the throne but u can't just come up and claim it/
Get at me with some real shit, not that other lame shit u came wit/
And I really don't care that you spit cause nowadays everybody raps/
Some be spittin nonsense, and some be spittin facts/
I'm here to separate all the aces from the jacks/
To those who claim they stackin paper, u should check the faces on the stacks/
Nigga i'm the Maybach you just a Mitsubishi Lancer/
I'm the star of the show, u just a back-up bitchy dancer/

its the real, Samaria yielding lyrical tyrant
my attacks would probably work as acupuncture for a giant
but on your Little frame, its a shame your slain
pain, as the severed nerve ends send response to the brain
i uppercut the remains higher than an airplane
i got the power of kane, and the speed of suger shane
the flow of a river, the force of an avalanche
spit colder than a winter, stuck in a caraven
wit no heating theres bleeding crews retreating
after pleading and pleading, and still takin a beating
im needing some vicodin, im needing to chill
before i start blasting shit, like buffolo bill

Im back in the flesh spittin rapid like techs//
This pussy aint hard so start actin your sex//
Bastard is left in a pile of his feces, cant beat me//
Nobodie gone remember this bitch like that chick in species//

Goin take my time and meticulously rip you//
Flip you and flatten your face just like a shi tzu//
Miss you? please, you grandma glad your dead//
And even testified to the cops it was an accident//
The math of it is your divided by a negative value//
Use the video footage for a homicidal how to//
And now im out dude, peace in the after life//
Im goin out with a bang like shattered lights//