ey yo MC GOD... i got nothing against you.. but i got this uncontainable whim to diiss you the fucc out... so here it is...
You won't get far little punk cos I bust pure rhymes//
I tear up bars like a drunk on a bus tour I'm//
The hideous, insidious, super fly fuccer//
Ignorance is bliss and you're a happy motherfuccer//
Sucker rock a set, I'm like Bobba Fett with intellect//
I'm everywhere you go like porno on the Internet//
So you don't wanna step, trust me, you been warned//
You don't wanna play leapfrog with a unicorn//
Leave you torn, you couldn't battle me with that lame rhyme//
You couldn't come hard with two women at the same time//
You walk in the club dipped in jewels and versace//
Only gay guys wear that much gold, ask Liberace//
MCs act arrogant, I wonder why//
If your skills matched your ego you'd be eating humble pie//
Your rhymes are more average than your girlfriend's looks//
And with a face like that, I hope that girl can cook//
Im fed up people sayin you gota be black to rap//
Im white n compared to me ya'll are crap//
You spit venom? all i needs an antiseptic whipe//
Coz ya **** aint no stronger then my little sister bike//
Ill flatten you with just one touch from ma little finger//
You should give up rap but what about being a babysitter?//
im just tryna fink of something youll be gd at//
hmmmm lets take a look..your big, your fat//
so im lookin for a job for a fat mother ******//
the only thing your capable of is at mcdonalds or a trucker//
o well what do i care what happens to you//
your just the kind of **** i find on the bottom of my shoe//
im gon leave u to think about what i said//
if you want me ill b up in your momas bed//
yo mc talent
yo im white too, why you rappin this **** bout your shoe,
its that thing in yo house its that hore,
its your mum shes a fuckin dog and shits all over the floor,
lil boi go do something else,
the only place ive seen you is the libry, gay porno shelf,
why you tryin to rap lil boi your a leech like a nit,
go help your mum have another doggy ****,
yo find somewere else to have your doggy fun,
go else were with your fuckin bitch mum!
lolol damn i aint been on here for time but hipnotic bun that verse you spat at the top of the page was pretty good man lol props
~peace~
representing u.k.
yo im the under dogg i aint got a job i aint got **** but that dont stop your hoe jumpin on ma dick (a lil taster of the up and comin c-razy c)
PEACE
yo McTrikstR.. props back.. thanks for the comment...
yo anybody here just now..??
Hey MC TrikstR ur rite that rhyme posted by hipnotic_bun was pretty fresh but download simmy and the gravyspitter by hilltop hoods and ull c where it came from
alrite my bad... i bit some ****.. big deal.. i just wanted somebody to battle.. i've had it up to the brim of rational patience, i have to watch you call yourself freestyle battlers when all you do is send little hate notes to each other, what in the world type of **** is that?.. like i mean this compton g is such a G that he spends his time checking to see if people have bitten their **** or not.. whether you googled up the **** or you had a lucky strike and actually knew the song is besides the point.. yes i bit it, but only cause everybody here takes flippin days to answer back to a diss, it's insane.
Maybe it's just me, maybe i don't come online at the right time when all the "FREESTYLE BATTLERS" are online, so somebody, PLEASE! let me know when da fucc to get flipppin online...!!
so i'll start off with you compton "g" .. let's see you on a real battle... tell me when and what time.. i'll be online..
For the rest of the "FREESTYLE BATTLERS" on this site, i apologize deeply for having plagiarized those lyrics... holla
Why do y'all think your the best//
Obviously non of yo heard of da west//
Y'all in here dissin folks//
I think your all just patronising, artificial old blokes//
my girlfriend's body is to die for//
you touch her, ill ****-up your whore//
now y'all praise each others raps//
are you here to win or kiss each others cracks//
hold up, let me fall back//
coz i know y'all aint ready for all dat//
i know i'm a chav//
but what i wear is what you can't have//
m8, u diss me i'll start war//
i must warn you, i dont take notice to the law//
**** gangsters, they aint got **** on me//
i'll wipe them out like i did Ali G//
So don't mess, y'all can't beat me//
not with your silly lil rhymes anyway//
i mean geez//
spit summit better than that so i can fully reply//
PLEASE!!!!//
all yall is weak.
Im like the greatest of all time i take it that yall rhyme but i wont stop the train full of pain till its all yall is rumprange i pump dames thats all dime yall chump change i dump flames on yalls kind so sit back relax and guess whos new in the spot. already got the neighbors callin the cops they like when will the madness stop mabey when every fake faget person in the whole world drop most Ni##as say im ahead of my time they call me dangerous cause the s#!t that enters my mind i need one track and one mic to spit this rhyme yall kepp the fame and shine gimme the money cause thats for dummies. look im the broadway bully whoopin all day rookies takin all they cookies in an all gray hoody n##as be like how could he be this tight if hes like this on paper what would he do to the mic all yall clowns actin like you know me learn a lesson take your confession to G O D cause i aint havin it!
Yo i aint spit in a while/
but i still can freestyle/
and i can still spit on a dime/
while i am out comttin some big crime/
and no bitch can kill me/
cuz no motha' fucka' can even feel me/
and you know it's me/
when see my alias emcee/
and where i come from is so god damn borin/
cuz i live in a small hick town named warren/
and bitch i aint black/
and if you got mutha fuckin balls you'd spit back.
Man I ain't spit in a while
I ain't caught in a trial
You can't but turn up the dial cuz my FBI file is like paper fo' miles
Like blood in the nile, ya head on Italian tile, ya bones in a pile,
man this aint' a smile, it's ya head in my teeth cuz I ain't eat in a week
so just sit tight while I take a bight
This ain't even a fight
Man this ish is tight
Yeah right, right right
Man you spit like you flyin a kite
Yeah, yeah allrigth
Man bitch I can kill you
Cuz no bitch would feel you
You can't keep it real you
Gon be my next meal
Man come on, what's the deal --
You right "no one can feel me"
Cuz you don't keep it real, b
Whatchu doin flashin ya town on the screen
Man I'ma come get you I pound you ta cream
Yo you bite my head/
you'll end up dead/
cuz nobody bites my cock/
even when i got it hard as a rock/
and you say you gon' pound me to cream/
man that sounds like you want me jizz a stream/
and im this towns biggest wigga/
but front on me and i wont hessitate to pull the trigga/
so don't come at this/
because i aint want to hear some one rhymin through a clitterous.
I bust ya head boy
Nah, not ya cock
No not wit a rock
Not wit a glock
Before a tick before a tock
I bust ya head boy
Hear what I said boy
Cuz I'm like a pick-pock
-et man I lock it you talk it
But I brick and I rock it
Cuz I clasp you like a locket
I blast you like a rocket
Put my foot right through you like a sock -- it
seem like ya rap kind a sexual
Man I'll make you a vegetable
So you can't have sex until
You can't get rest until
Until foreva
For eva? Foreva eva? Foreva eva?
Man I'm eternally young like I'm from neva neva
I get up fresh and then I bust ya head I
Take one look at you you get like red eye red eye
Cuz I shine like a thousand suns
Blast through you like a thousand guns
Pray for you like a thousand nuns
Cuz you got no hope but fa me man you betta run
Cuz I'm comin like in 3, 2, 1
I do this fo' fun, I do this like none, I'm eternally gangsta wit my lyrical gun
Go head pull ya little trigga, wigga, like you figga you a Jigga, nigga
Cuz I just make you digga digga ditch that just gets bigga bigga
And I bounce you like tigga
I squeeze you like tigga
You beat me? How do you figga?
Go head wigga, go back to ya town
Cuz you think you can rap but I don't hear a sound
With all that makeup, you get around down?
I think I found you a new profession: find a circus, you clown.
