miss b you think when you diss me it hurts
whats wrong when a guy likes to flirt with a girl in a skirt
but your just a dyke i'll beat your man to the dirt
and you thought i was serious you must be delerious
im serial killer iller than the rest
you use a lot of filler in your rhymes thats messed
i heard what you said
you must be hurt in the head
if you think i wanted to get you in bed
id rather let you bleed red
or feed you heroin instead
medicated sedated dont speak
you thought i hated on women you freak
i never descriminated your rhymes is just weak
they have no technique
i didnt even get pissed
cause you actually listened thats what these other rappers are missin
but when you contradict yourself about the mother ****
you should be smothered hit over the head with a cement brick
i wont give you my sentaments cause your heads thick
your boy just wants you to get his dick wet
thats what i said when you thought u were being intricet
i bet his stick gets licked when he says ho blow
so yo when u say i couldnt get a prostitute thats says free
thats because i dont want you to please me
you disease infested std tested ho
no you cant rap
but you do have the clap
you diserve a slap but im but like that
i have respect for women
not just gettin in them
you dont know my perspective
your not that perceptive
im gonna let live and not die
im going to get high so goodbye go have fun with your bi guy or is he tri
anyone with a legitimet claim
who wants to get into this game
its a battle of minds
when i battle you its like playing a video game with a man thats blind
its shameful cause i leave you behind i believe im out of time i got
to get to the club line
your just a scrub who works on 9
i smoke dubs and rhyme
Rap master i no i don't write back straight away
i'ts because i've got a life. Now listen
Dont say **** like where fake mc's
for that iam going to pack ur bag's so you can go overseas
have a think about what you said in the bush under the big trees
then you will come back crying on ur knees[i no iam fake
what i really meant is that ur lyrics a great]
thats what you should be sayin before we all rip you up before ur fate
for goodnes sake have'nt you noticed ur the only ************ that is FAKE
yo professor i say my lyrics are to hot for u
u got ripped by miss b
how do u feel,
its your own fault cos i told u to keep it real
tighten the seal, u peel to far u get squeezed
lets make a deal
u stop rapping, ill make u a meal
chips and doner meat, ill keep it real and neat
rap to a beat, make your rhymes heat
now take a ******* seat now listen i wont repeat this
professor know1 likes u
look at me im your idol
miss b she dont like u
man your nearly 40
M.C God
M.C God
who u dissing
haha you guys are jokes im 17 years old ive been rapping since i was 14teen and you all critisize if someone drops hot lyrics i'll be the first to tell them
id rather love than hate
i love to debate
when i state facts
you need to relax
realize im a real guy with an impact exact
you cant back your words
when i attack you will be murdered
you studder and sluur
you shutter when you think i can bury u or burn you
hurry dude and you might learn how to fight
not just bite the dust you know im right
it must hurt when your face hits the dirt
you have a clit and wear a skirt
when i spit at you i dont care i smirk
i grin i never lose i always win
its easy when my oppenents armour is made out of tin
the components in my rhymes will leave you poutin
i believe youre doubtin yourself
when youre battle me its no good for your health
ytz you make me ralph
when i was stealthly following you one day
you were wollowing in the street on sunday
shooting up on monday
ok you crack head u fed smack through your veins
when you have a heart attack youll be dead b4 u could complain
i was trying to explain as you were dying its not good for your brain
well your lieing to get your drugs im trying to remain sane
but when im untamed thats the part of the game where heart takes over
your all talking bout fakes
try stayng sober and not on meth all night awake
take a break come back to reality
showing no hosptality thats my mentality
put you in the hospital when youve lost it all after the pit fall
your pityful i dont envy you
your full of it bullshit when you talk about being real
i want to hit you cause thats how i feel
i'll feed u your last meal
when i feed you a blast you squeal and heel over
im 17 ive been rhymeing for 3 years
but now all i see is u queers
how can i see clear
i'll be sincere when you dissappear
this bitch right here takes it in the rear
your the fake ****
heres my advice take it
its suffice quit
im precise when i say your illiterite
how come im the only one who can spit a full page
at my age im younger then most
i have a hunger to leave those who dont believe comatose
im almost done when i rap i have fun
you say crap and say u won
i think your gay and you get sprayed by your son
im laying a hundred rhymes there will be one dead fake lyeing dead on the street
beat over the head he couldnt admit defeat
so when he was feenin for a hit i make you deleted
you can try and retreat rely on your feet
im the elite if you wanna compete
i'll greet you with concrete shoes
on the street i win u lose
choose how u wanna go down
you wanna go now i spit nouns that sound profound
i'll put u in the ground
all you see is darkness all around
look at this bitch wearin a nightin gowned
i fight like im from a small town
when i hit you u fall down
ytz you want to make a deal with me
i dont feel a reason why i should
your chest will be seizing underneath my car hood
there i stood wondering what should i do
then i knew your a fool fuc* u u suck dudes
i want to know what everyone thinks of my rhymes
on a scale of 1 to 10
i know im not the best there is always room for improvement
i dont mean to be critical just sinnacle at my pinnacle you will be killed
will is what keeps me alive you peeps are kaniveing untill my skill shows
and i fufill you with thrills well breaking and doing windmills throw your body out the window cill youre over the hill to late to comeback i come at you with a battle axe facts that distract your attention did i mention my invention to cut through the tension welcome to my dimension were comprehension is like assension to heaven ever seen that movie seven im just like that my names mike i bust phycotic thought beat your head in with a bat no need for a gat i'll make these rats bleed freezeing u with liquid nitrogen there i go again you fags dont know when im going to go off my flow turns u soft i burn your loft with carosine drag you outside leave you tied to a bag of gasoline well miss b is jacking me off with vaseline my sack against her rack this is not gangsta rap this is attackin wangsta's who happen to believe that they can rap man close your trap
youre frozen having a relapse your synapses collapse perhaps if you wanna learn to rap the professer will teach reachin out to your seat with speech im not trying to preach im talking to each and everyone of you
feeding you bleach till you bleed from your ears when i engineer a rhyme you wont hear me cause your blind to see im mike d the only one like me a mc thats phyco whos first name is michael i have a thirst unquenchable the stench coming off your lips smells like bull im able to remain stable i dont care about getting a lable before i let that set in im capable to staple your hands to your ears i stand right here a man without fear with out doubt in a rap bout im devout well i leave you poutin i leave im out give me a shout
im back again
attackin your slack raps lay off the crack
i often think that youre wack
i have a nack a skill to attack and kill never distracted when i fill a page
im filled with rage
still i gauge what happens around me
your a rappin clown g
walking round town giving the clap to feens
youve never been good at this if you could diss i would drink piss
but thats wishful thinking
your a boat no longer a float sinking
oh yo you know what hoe miss b your into that kink thing
i know youd like pimpking
i leave you limping of the battle field
i wont yield i revealed the truth
i wield a tool of the youth vitality
when i battle you fools i increase the mortality rate
my morality is im your fatality's
this is reality
cos i aint been on this site 4 years/
seems like ages ago, jesus its fukin light years//
but am makin a cum bak/
al take any motherfuker on here nd watch u run tracks//
lap after lap, i'l just keep chasin/
the names psych y'all so u know who ya facin//
if ya do a bitter reasrch nd look at the foundations/
u'l see i was here at page 20 where i wrote ma 1st creations//
back wen there was sad lil fucks like buk joe/
i'd laff ma arse off if he was still here, he's a crooked nosed bro//
nd thats y hes blind, his nose gets in the way/
so he cant see the words he wrote down on the page//
consequently he cant spit right/
hes a fkn fag like boy george at a club at night//
enuff about him, whose the new characters on the block/
i wanna see whose been busy here so i know who ta chop//
i do lyrical kung foo nd am gun' karate kick/
any sinical fool in the chest harshly bitch!//
btw proffesor r u the guy i faced on the lyrical assasins spittin crew, cos if so u were 1-0 up nd no votes were made after that, if not just ignore me!
psych
Haha whatever don't care that your back
But because you have some rhymes i'll cut ya a little slack
U probably don't know me cuz I never seen you on the streets
Challenge me man, go ahead
Don't let a victory go to your head
Because somebody's gonna shoot you until ur dead
Don't brag about stuff that you did before
I don't care if you were once hardcore
I don't care if they wanted an encore
It's all behind, It's all about now
Your just sitting idle, milking a cow
Stop prentending you're the man
Because you can't do any better than I can
YIZ i was dissin Rap master for sayin where all fake.
Professor
i rate u a 5/10
u rap 2 long and u lose the plot
yo gunsniperz i can do a lot better than that/
i was just freein to get ma ass back//
i'l chalenge if u want but we need a judge/
i'm a savage nd ma style is superior to urs, i'l crush//
u in ma hands nd al not let go/
ive got alot to give i'v gotta set flow//
a winnin formula that dnt let me down/
ur a sittin duck since i shot u to the ground//
now ya lyin face down, i'l take the crown/
i'm a proffesional dawg, ur a phony clown//
but at least there was a hint that u respect me/
so ama feast on ya, make a fist nd see if i can reject thee//
psych
waddup y'all... i'm back
man.. i smoke joints to half with my tokes
i only freestyle to make people laugh at my jokes
but don't get me started, my words are hollow tips
i'ma be on your ass like bloods that follow crips
so get your facts sparked
i kill every single ray of light, cause i act dark
i'll be like jin, u were 106 & Park contested
every who's tested
my ocean of flows has found out that they're shark infested
with words, so you'll die when they bite
and let me tell you something, it ain't freestyle when you write
i'll turn you off like a clapper when i feel
that i can diss anyone, even a rapper with a deal
so **** eminem and his whack style for bending ****
and **** jay-z, his blue print beginning and his black album ending ****
if they don't wanna talk to me nomore, i don't care, i won't miss them
what makes you think i won't diss you, when i just dissed 'em?
im a chip off the hood blocc
wit dubs in my pocket ta get these feinds high
im a hustla wut i need wit a 9 ta 5
i gotta job its ta create funnerals wit out dry eyes
we new school theres no drive bys
go ahead kiss grama good by its time ta ride
or better yet its time ta die
stop cryin man dry ya eyes
yall niggas less gangsta than pie
flow so devilish it made the devil loose his mind
look at the way the boy post
im the captain of this site yall should jump on the boat
the hottest has just arrived
no dime piece chick no drop outside
average 9-5 nigga wit gangster in the blood
haters get no love just mean mugs
or filled wit slugs off GP
nobody on this page want it wit me
stay wit that fire
and if anyone claim to be hotter than me
call that man a liar
PROFESSOR IZ OUT
professor i see u have been rappin for years
but wait sumthing tell me their's bull sh*t coming out your ears
please man
dont hit me wit a frying pan
u need to go to your plan b
cos u cant rap lyrics which affect me
i cum bak at yer more efficiently,
professor dis battle is neverending
its like a message never sending
get it thru yer thick head
that im home bred
rapping comes to me easily
for u, its hard and painfully,
u get a pain in your tummy so u go to mummy
your mam sez f*** u cos she cant stand u
i cant stand u
miss b cant stand u,
im the rapper people try and emulate
they try to simulate evry word i say,
they twist it and make their way,
i'd like to say though
u aint no challenge to me whore
man your nearly 40 professor
R.I.P u mother ******
