Never ending diss rap battle III

Dog u would,n know a warth if you seen one/the only gunclaps u hear is the echos when u run/your rapbattle was over before it begun/you better thank god for freedom of speach son/with those lines you should be hung/i,m a killer b and you just been stung/this is battle rap not battle crap/u seem lost let me draw u a map!!!!77

Hey white boy I heard u try,n to sound hard/bitchass scared to walk in your backyard/life is good huh,i bet u got a new car/but if I hit u for your rims u aint going too far/ and if I bring jazmin she gona bust the windows out your car/you rapping/better stick to drinking at the bar/u paid then doubble up/it,s cold outside better cover up/u know that u can,t be late delivering for pizzahut/u ******* girls/**** u just been fucked/don,t come to the hood cuz u will get stuck!!!

yo dont be gettin at my man iraqi-jr cuz he slaughter ya ass u talkin bout his mom but u never had a girl to even go with to the prom talkin bout his condom breakin but ive bet u never wore one never even scored once yo im done wit this clown got to finish fuckin my girl wen i come ima have a frown............

wow shawnster
sound like a bitch tryna be a monster
im sorry for that SIR
u a fat niqqa eating a whopper
call fat **** special
cuz it cost a nikel
getting free subs
cuz u offered a blowjob
u coulnt get enough
u called the neighborhood mob
im aiming the gun at your head bout to pull da triggah
n you still thinkin who the **** is that nigga
your dwight howard
nothing but a smelly coward
who should be showered
now u getting burned
plastic surgery? money well earned
like elmo...haha its samyboys world

your lines are wack lil fat orange nigga willy wanka callin u bak we can freastyle weneva but its like wateva cuz i aint tryin you just liein

Amen...yu call yuh self master buh i guess its masters of loosers
Sincerely if i were to b yuh producer i do screw music and b yuh father coz yu gath no mind to pull the trigger..imma send yu to the zoo and rip yuh ass-off like a tiger...everyone knows me as joshualords coz i spill rhymes like fire even the extinguisher will not be a survival...call me yuh teacher coz am violent like osama, dangerous like a viper and simple like a killer and if yu had an heart-attack i guess it coz yu are to LOCAL to be a rapper...and lets save the world am the lyrical timer doing it like a gangstar..

Criss cross among ya animals,
think fast to react cuz im a carnivore,
i devour all of ya in verse but further more,
all of board to come against me first,
if ya been beaten before ill leave ya worse,
i make the BIG to the bang just like fireworks,
it a G thang, some wouldnt understand,
real gangs are were true emcees come to stand,
fake ass niggas like ya couldnt stand were i land,
i got a number one fan,
while others sit upon large amount of grand sand,
turn into dirt that cant be wiped off ya shoulders,
ill keep my hands clean always hyped up knocking over boulders,
try to top my level son!
haa ill have ya skipping like a pebble man!

talks is cheap,
the reason you dont spit a good line, your weak!
blabbering so much to nonsense,
see me clobbering fools like you to give em common sense,
simon says, "retire from being an emcee"...
do as he desires or death is the last thing ya see.. **** not worth my time BLAH!

Yo that **** was soooo wack
I.cant even reply to that.

check it they call me brambila, when it comes to spitting im a serial killer, my flows tight like jdilla,take flight faster than a chinchila,chicks always on my sack,you know i hit it from the back,cause my dick bigger nd i aint even black,your just another lame rapper like the rest nd im the best, nd to prove this experimental test, imma stab you in the chest with your nose bone,im the king of hip hop give me that throne,pop a boner harder than a flinestone, best believe she gonna deep throat,yo sis blows, she ghetto, she get low, stop nd keep on the verse nd i dont rehearse, cause i spit from my mind these lyrics well make your eyes blind, nd i stay up on grind, nd im outs gonna go get my dick licked on 11/11/11. please tell everyone here if i aint sick like the number sleven. check out my homie diverse.bandcamp.com upcoming rapper from cali

what was that?, you must of came from the fourth grade/
i gotta do community service, atleast thats what the court say/
you should forfeit and morph in another body form/
i smoke alotta weed, i dont even worry about the fire alarm/
your far from a lord, run over you with a honda accord/
and roll blunts with your skin, and drink when i get bored/
spray some perfume, your dead body coming through/
i spit fire so dont come close, i might just scorch you/
i rep SBK and yes we known to break world records/
spn you head so fast, your complaining that your neck hurts/

amt he sound scam pull up from here 2 the east
boost ur game up hater am the lyrical beast
i'm the wolf u the sheeop n am ready to feast
and am hungry like a dog dats why am glaring my teeth
am gonna sit on lossers head when the album gonna drop
am gonna **** on lossers head when am back on top
and if this Goddamn nigga wanna turn it to violence
then God blesss his soul with a moment of silence....... @y'all

yo dogg ya rhymz r lame n bitch ass licker like u must b afraid of ma flame.
fags lik u i giv 'em **** n real shame.
wen i tell u how bitchie u r dont compain
n wen i diz u bout ya mama dont complain.

so u think tha best ******, u aint brave sucker
count ma lines, read 'em carefully if is whack reply nigger
u claim 2 rap n ur **** meant nothing
n ur pussy head is full 'o rubish
ur rappin whack coz 'o **** u smokin
dont take 2 long 2 reply coz m waitin bitch...

u suck

real whack **** sucker u aint say nothin
u never been in jail all this **** is blaffin
u just a sour pussy
u smell **** even u aint fuckin no pussy
go back to ur rhym book
or get a rap group

Who's this bitch? Haah

Yo, I've been here, standin' on this ground
Your's is shaky, earthquake comin' through now
Bitch, don't try and turn that line around
Whatever the **** your names is, this is like milkin' a cow
Slit your throat and leave you to die, murder in cold blood layin' on the ground
If you really want me to turn your frown upside down, I will, ****
Grab you by the face, twist it like I'm makin' Brisk
Game of risk, tank against a horse(whore)
Spittin' Franks cause I'm hot dog, you soft dog
Switchin' it up a little faster
--Spittin' webs, catchin' fly rappers, even though you ain't fly your more like Pumkin Pie, eatin' my desert at night, we don't save you for last cause your good, we save you for last cause we should, of all the nonsence you create, stirrin' up Suge
So get back at me bitch, if you caught any punches in your lyrics, I must cope with you and let you know to fear it

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**** u all chicken heads niggers
all ya rhymz r whack u mother fucken cheaters
pointin real niggers with ya ass smelin fingers
u call a nigger a bitch while u dont have 1
u fucked nobody even ya bitchies r gone
niggers ya all crazy look the **** u'v done
u provoked the wrong guy at the wrong time
at the same time u dizz me with some body's rhymz, to me thatz a crime
and if u all call ya self rappers its a shame
i gotta **** to tell
all u niggers go **** ya self and rot in hell
now scince u dizzed me, let me tell u
**** u, ya mother, ya father, and ya cousin 2

thatz total bullshit aka total whack dick sucker.