Qut playing; you know you just a pacifist like the Dalai Lama,
Kid you're worth less to me than a fuckin' Canadian dolla'

 

only 2 lines? where tha fucks tha rest of it?
shits madd weak and sounds like its str8 up bit
theres one thing i hate n yo dats a biter
those dewds try and act until they cross a real fighter
they act all hard n try n be gangsta
but yo dats a life dat aint built for no wanksta
my *****s really shoot, with no hesitation
no matter where we at we aint scared of confrontation
u think u hot shit? well go on n bring it den
wait.. hold up.. let me email u a pen

 

This kid seems to think he brings the mad burns,
It's kinda sad, he thinks he's hard, and that's my main concern,
I leave fags in pain, I'm more than dangerous, word,
It's kinda strange, such little word diversity from an asian nerd,
Ancient calls make me impatient, the shit's been stirred,
In a battle I'm preferred, you're buried like a worm, I'm soaring like a bird,
Beating me is absurd, I'm so elite when I speak you have to concur,
Stun you in your seat 'cause I leave you so disturbed,
It's like you keep placing orders because you're always getting served,

Always getting server muhfuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Such a lame call... haha.

 

Getting served like Aussie did at Beijing?
Face it fool, of rapping, boy, you ain't no king -
Your coutry is a joke
like only taking one toke
of serenity or Hoke
boy I poke
on your shitty rap's butthole
cuz it know's it's role
is inferior to my soul's
expungeance of this whole (FLOW).
Don't you know?
You'll always be second best
sitting back behind me with the rest
as I carry the baton to the crest
of this rap mountain no jest...
Let it be known that until now I flown
with the fury of Mike Jones
which ain't too much,
like the mass of DU's nuts,
which he scared to be let shown -
this is really pretty sad
how you think that you're bad
but I'm droppin 16 bars
which is more than you just a tad.
So now I'm letting loose
coming at you with a noose,
cutting shit like cheddar
to make your weak nose chunk duece
out my business, boo.
Tell your whole crew too,
best stay out my zone,
cuz we hunt them kangaroos.


Lol I think I win...

 

do us all a favor n get off stage
the lyrics i spit comin at ya like a 12 guage
this just the survival of a deadly game
you thought you could do it jus for tha fame
caught you by surprise aint that a shame
made you get down on your knees
put the barrell down ya throat before i squeeze
never get takin down got to much ambition
or could it be that i clap gats like i got unlimited ammunition
straight out tha hood not playin no games
for the last time ima kill all these lames
know i got that rugged flow
but i aint here for show
im here to keep n*ggas in line
dont worry bout me i hold down mine

 

Ha, you couldn't win a complimentary prize,
My rhymes will live on as the century dies,
I'm the real deal, a full meal, you're a side of fries,
A spineless guy, you're getting left behind, like how time flies by,
Every battle is mine, you're a bag, I'm a bottle of wine,
Satan in the flesh, Aristotle in the mind,
You're rotten, forgotten in time,
Infact a matter in seconds,
So exact, I'm wreckin' your whackness when expressin'
The fact I've won, was never in question,
Before I'd even begun you were sittin' in a state of depression,

 

this thread is mad fun to come in when you just smoked n think of shit, its pretty interesting

 

Holy fuck downunder..
That was pretty ill

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-6P8ZuRkK5o&feature=related
fuck a side of fries,
ur a sacrifice,
to my trible wives,
circle chumps like a tiger sharck,
when im rhymin hard
rip ur spine i half,
for gettin on a beat when ur timeings off,
fuck down under,
ive drowned hundreds,
dwellin in underground dungeons,
fuck fake rappers who are singing the praise,
of single mums on minimum wage,
but they aint seen um for days,
no food but dadys gleaming with chains,

just a beats n blunts thing

 

spittin all this shit nothin better than the ordinary
i be blowin exotics got me thinkin of the extrordinary
so now you gotta sit down n listen to a wise young man
crazy thoughts runnin through my head comin up witta master plan
now you kno my style,kick it to a herb
be spittin the raw shit not givin a fuck, whats the word
best in the game since nas spittin shit like you never heard
doin people dirty but clean never get hit wit a crime
be makin the drug money but coverin up with the ryhme
you corny motha fuckas aint worried bout ya line more bout the apeal
never show now love cuz every single one you squeal
now lets talk money n guns
promise i be cappin laughin as he runs
caught em one time in the back
now he on the ground crawlin,try reachin for the mac
had to smoke the coward
gaspin for your last breat never thought you would be over powered

 

yu a has been, jus sum1 who i am pasn, asasin wen blastn
im atakn yur faction
yur bitches get kut up like fractions
im taxn like the governement
so respect my konglomerate
bombn swift
style wrek yur blok an yur whole crew
me an my nygas runin the streets.? thas old news..
hold tools like construktion werkers..
so if yu want that beef il leave yu roasted like arbys or wen im pufn purple
pul yur kard, chek my hand, im never blufn murder
im the type two leave yur body jerkn from the shoty slowr than krumpn turtles
we dump an yu hurdle
yu jump an get two runin but yu aint goin no where like a phukn gerbil
al the while yur bitch on my pipe sukn me raw until i phukn squirtle
im pumpn until my nuts are curdled
bust an burn flows like a uti
yal pussies aint c n me, il make yur coochies fry
ya dig.?

 

Talk to this man named Webster,
he surely help you with your grammar -
I'll help you too, by beating you
skull in with a tack hammer.
Don't stammer, this ain't Water Boy,
we ain't from the bayou -
We from South Houston,
where our bullets don't miss and fly by you -
they drop you and leave you
with a white outline
And you sitting up in heaven asking
"Where the hell was my sign?"
It's about that time that I
show you someone
who don't make up their rhymes
with gerbils and pokemon.
He's a true OG, one the likes
of which you won't find
in wherever you are from,
ain't no such thing as hard grind.
But they got hard time,
cuz they lock up little bitches;
here we leave em in the ER
with a jaw full of stitches.
Get riches, wear rubbers
those two lessons your folks missed,
and please Spellcheck before
you post again on the thread Diss.

 

iget dwn like the face of a retard
even with all pro linemen yu stil kouldnt get three yards
igot defence thatl send yur sequence bak n2 the pretense, wishn that yu kuld think quik
but me, shit im sikr than the shingles
type of spit two leave yur pussy itchn wen n my presence like the kringle
im saint nic..
the type two leave yu krasht like fried komputers or if sipn wen i lane switch..
this mic is fer those whos crimes are heinous
im the type two grip a paint tip an treat it like its the stainless
leave yur whole city jokn my shit like they was brainless
tel yur bitches two kum two me if they n2 getn it painless
homie igot ups like the crane lifts
same shit different day..
theres nothn yu kuld evr tel me kuz im straight, but look up the dictionary an c yur face nxt two the definition of gay..
true shit but its useles two the liars who are ina daze
been afraid two put yur rite hand on the bible an tel it how its been fer days..
weeks, months, year after year
peer after peer slain, nothin two hear after here.

 

yo nignog learn to spell out what you be thinkin
aint no reason to make people think you drinkin
sappin on that drink tryna get you that liquid bravado
when you kno deep down i get more green than a avacado
yea thats right i got that groovy goofy rhyme rap steez
blowin right past you like a cool summer breeze
leaving you outta breath hands on ur knees ***** please
you got lifts like a crane? you insane? u musta got a tumor in the membrane
comin in here claimin to slay peers
when you couldnt even get a crowd to give you the slightest of cheers
you aint worth this doods time no reason to chime
imma work you like silly putty slime, put you in the gutter wit grime
while i chirp out wit yo girl aka my dime!

 

yo son why you cowards frontin like you the hardest out
im the man you call when the yay is in tha drought
you tryed some slick shit not knowin what we was bout
the next day you sent your daughter out to play
right when we drivin by didnt think twice bout lettin the AK spray
you tryed being a hero by comin outside guns cocked
we pull a u turn i got my glock aimed n locked
popped you in ya liver nd another in the shin
in my bibble it aint ever sayin killin is a sin
all it says that i come out wit tha win
i jump out tha car to finish you off once n for all
you tryed hittin me with some sympathy lines tryin to stall
i didnt give a fuck i cocked back n busted
n you all used to act like fam shoulda know you couldnt be trusted
now im on the run for the very last time
movin down to mexico where theres no such thing as a crime
this the story of a true OG
im tha gangsta all you fake thugs wanna be

 

You smell bad
You're not rad
Problems with dad?

 

puffin on the dutchy on the way
hopin i aint have to kill this fool today
talkin shit cause me to pop off
you be lucky if i dont take ya top off

 

I was crushing the streets before you were wettin' tha sheets,
Face it ya'll, there ain't none better,
Tell me for real; who delivers rhymes fresher,
I lay it down raw, ain't about the damn chedda'
Hip-hop's my bitch, but I don't write her love letters

I'm more dangerous than SARS,
Never done time; but I stand behind these bars,
'Cus my dreams ain't full of cars or superstars,

Don't ever second-guess,
'Cus I flow with such deadly finesse,
It's my only way to express,
This complex skill that I possess

 

Haha you have my old account in your signature, good shit.