let's get this sh1t started

I caught ya bathn nakedd
hahaha, dat hole so wretchd
god z good, devil damn wickd
hw cud he creat ya n leav ya so stretchd
shsss, dnt com any close
u nid omo, u got stinkin holes
do u stil fink we shud get started
aite, leme gv u samfin diss desertd
2day i'd kal ya mi angel
since mi youth, ya mi jewel
i treasure u like em cake
i'd bath witchu, in our love lake
stick wif mi baby
and imma rock u steady
u run mi crazy
dats why u mi lady
i got love for u
u know dats tru
love none else but u
i cud even kiss u while u poo
just hope ya love mi too
just incase u fink joecool en startd
lemme gv u lines bible related
jesus shed his blood for you
male or female, he crave to be ur boo
he wish u cud make em ya lord
4u they drill drain hz blood
they call em the mighty God
yet he came down n made u 4rm em mud
he screams wit em loud voice
com unto me dis ur only choice
u die u face eternity
dis aint story, tis phockin reality
i saw Him on the cross
the loving big boss jesus
he says tis finish
hope u enjoyd my shiit fatfish

cause its mad whack
man you can't rap
We scroll right over your lyrics so nobody listens
You talk bout Jesus but you started off dissing
comin at'cha wit word put together better than a car that's a-spec
cuz im sick of you so ima show you up sket
you chopped that bitch to every segment
you sound like you're 11
the effect is gettin gat slapped
and gettin smashed like a dish has
leave da sheets red when i be in it. bring so much blood i should work in a clinic.
and i'll kill you if you give me a minute

Ya i know i can't rap
so imma puke n ya n let u kal em crap
24/7 mi z damn happy
happy 2c mi daughter talk back to ha pappy
its wrong if i say u crazy
its much honour 2ya, u spoilt lil baby
u know my name, tis joecool
i betcha u cant read it, u didnt go 2school
i drop lines and u get flummoxed
i fink ur brain z chicken poxed
i dropped 3 topics 2get ya choice
ya soul wicked, so u picked my diss voice
devil knows u hel bound
take some weed 2ya nose, or phock d ground, mitcha in d next round
i dnt nid ya 2tel me i'm a winner
like em devil plz dnt surrender
ya i know i aint d best
coz Jesus z
but i'm in him, so mi z better dan ya 360
degreez

sh1t i dont carry around a gun
I don't need protectin i found the sun
I combine rhymes with a pinch of fury
Man I'ma pinch your fucken Jesus chain and your jewellery
next time you want to diss
just think of some proper shi1t
This is line 8; which is as far as you get
but sorry to burst your bubble: I haven't even started yet
and ya best show respect fo some one not in dis game fo da checks
you aint get none anyway, your middle name is sket
he stuck to me like a magnet
a man who's fitter than you can stand it

Dia goes my baaby, ouh arh look at tchu
hahah, dis crazy, neva tot u so much fool
dats al u spit 8 lines??
Oh shit, gues u off ur primes
never tot i cud kil ya so quick
shut d phock up, why u beggn 2suck mi prrik
sucken aint for kid
plz go home, u got books to read
if i wana kil, i kil big guys
not kids dats alwaz got tears in em eyes
neva tot a pauper like u cud claim 2b rich
tel me, wher z ya papa, did u xex kil em lik ur a bitch?
I hate dissin kids like u with pusy like chicken
lemme put u tru, bt first get mi water 4rm em kitchen
STOP! Dnt talk about lickin me diiiiik
ur mouth 2little 2get ound d stick
instead, get down n suck mi toes
ya rite, stay nakedd, wud love 2upload ya photos.

Ohh uoh arh ohh uoh arh
tis ur fiend joecool i roar
kip on dissin i stil soar
juicygirl mis mi kissin so she cower
u know who tiz z, i'm the super power
lil kid, JG, hw did ya find ya way here
u can't diss mi kween in mi atmosphere
i'd cut ur head n fix it 2ya Puss=yy
d last time u taste my spperm hope it was juicy
i know it was, heard u screamin gimme more
learnt u took a pause, u cudn't hardcor
i aint gona kal ya a mothafu=ka
u beta talentd bein a birtch strripa
neva! She aint scared of you
u quarantined u got d flu
nah, u cant infect us
we dont kil doh we so dangerous
whatchu sayin bitch
take hands of me ur lil snitch
hahahah, u can do what? Make mi bed rock
oh shut up dat realy wud suck
dnt want tchu dead on my bed
hey dont get scared
WARNING: I LOVE CAKES NOT BREAD
so whyl u stil got ya puss=y intact, u best fled
take u lil stinkin body for upgrade
thats when it can help u get paid
and ur breath stink
in a wink it cud make a submarine sink
lol, i betcha know what dat means
i'm a gud guy, cud lend u some mckleans
tpain said, i know u hatin on me
coz i'm the man
i'm a trillonaire
i aint give a damn
so sleeky whor juicy girl
tis me joecool, u best know i'm an angel.
Hahahahahahahahaha


*R O A R S*

cuz you ain't fresh at all, like I said in the first place
i'm da bomb in here ye i am the earthquake
and you just gonna get tread on while we pass a fifth 'round
juicygirl or juicyboy cuz you're on about dicks now
u watched it on y'r broken BLACK AND WHITE
joecool started this beef and now he's pussied out of it cuz he knows that i've proved that he can't rap alright
you fuckin corn ball
juicygirl just meet me in cornwall
im a boxer what the fuk is wrong wit me
juicy fagot thinks she's hard and she's on to me
cuz I'm out this b1tch- peace out- game's over
cuz you gon give up anyway and get in your range rover

Fatfish dont get to ballistic/
Or ull b sure to loose ya balls quik/
U cant talk u da 1 whos not recognized in da street/
U cant walk like me cos im recognized even on da beat/
U best be streetwise cos this aint no trik or treat/
Admit go home and accept defeat/
otherwise fu**ck wit juicygirl im goin make yo as**s bleet/
like a fu**ck yo mama in the as**s wit ma meat/
take a seat bit***ch wen u listen to me/
coz i can smell a snitch quick/
stop replyin u cant even spell prik/
use a hoe as***s bit-ch/
u best leave the real mcees/
to test this site netcees/
u best leave and learn ur abc/
cos c i aint got time/
im here to sit and write rhymes/
yh am on the grinnnd/
cos its always my turn to shine/
ill smoke u like u the wood pine/
ill poke ur bi**tch wit food like she fine/
look at my watch it luks lyk its time/
i sit back no we aint drinkin no wine/

Oh phock ya fatfish
ur p=usy got blemish
kickin en ass dat cockd ya
way too silly so its time i blot ya
now i believe what they said about ya
u z a slitch bitch ima flush ya
out of mi anus crush ya
look into mi eyez
mark mi words, it aint lies
u just signed ya death prize
no boastin about mi words
irons of cords, volcanoes in mi sword
i was born to be ya lord
u phockd witcha papa not me
by dawn, u be dead n gone, in misery
for ya no tear wud drop
i'd top on ya grave n beat ya non stop
shut d hell up, stop beggn
d deed z done, to d abysse ya headin
ya poor soul was so imbicilic
so go phock ya papa in hell he already satanic
ya brain so paralytic, ya lines make a dead man sick
go go go, i'v rung u bell
u got ya cell in d pit of a hell
u aint got d jell to be wit angel
sowi dumbas$ of a jerk
send mi hates to ya hubby shrek
i betcha he wud b glad 2mis ya
and wud be proud i killd ya
as u dead u buried
gawd wud b merried
take mi words 2ya papa devil
both of ya cant down mi level
mi have upgraded, mi skilz make u marvel
i stil got more Ak'z to unravel
i cud b in hell n phock u ya papa do me no evil
i'm too legendary
4ya to comprehend, even when i condescend
u cudn't see my hips end
fatfish nland whor
d bitch wif a pu=sy filld wit sore


give dat a beat as a laurel 4ya defeat.


*R O A R S*

whats my adress
yall gon need to kn ow if you gon blast a tech

I don't need to know ya adresse
Ima killer, stabbin ya mom's pus**sy in ya worst dream.
Your jus a little kid online thats just tryna play games

all are smell down here is f***resh b***loo**d
meet da new lord
who only dies by da golden swo***rd
hahaha.dat alone should scare your a***ss
ar whup your a***ss with ma bars
nice one jeo are guess u came frm mars
as 4 fatfish f**uc**k off ma face
u earn part of da race
let me now if u need som space
juicy tight up more of your lace
WARNING
4 dose who plan 2 reply
dis is wat ar prescribe
go deese your m***amas f**uck***ing f**ace
ma address:world surface
ema turn your face 2 sc**arface
try me, pls

Who you kiddin', lets make it stressful, you can neva trun my face 2 a scarface
Vagin*a transplanted on your face would be successful surgery
Run away kid, you think you're 7UP's when you battle me
Man in this thread your so lame, and you know my name but instead of you I'd rather listen to Wayne
You a virgi*n lung, couldn't handle my strains that I maintain shi*t that melts your brain
You spit every day, but it's all just the same it's lame I take your dame so quit hatin
Turn your bit*ch (fatFish) out and turn her into a Bleep*in train station cause I like to see her beg
I leave it at that if Pac was still alive hed slap you up and mainstream music up and bring real rap back
I'm Seung-Hui Cho with a shotgun in my back pack to lash back at that whack
You don't wanna know what else i carry in that knapsack don't respond you don't wanna see m blast back

strickly 4 da juice:
wen am don ea*ting u lik dellicouz pasta
programe u lik j**ava
use u as ma s**arver
hay dont scream ja**hovah
cos am yet 2 giv u beef as ur daily s**helter
hay shurt ur mouth lik cl*ose*up
next time ar flow dont S**howup
break away soon u be off dis s*ec*tion
cos u write bars without v**is*ion
set back and watch me in channel O 2 ma next show
wen ar giv u da hardest b**low
watch urself in slow motion
ar will be da reason of ur c**onffession
u got troubles, am da s**olution
dream u read ma bars in ECHOO
wak up n say w**ooo
tell ur simblings am ar rap psycho
all u drop is stories
ma bars stand 4 DISCOVERIES
ma name Dcee3, Exist over centuriez
next tim ish ar g**irl but respect ma t**rigger
go be a singer.tinger linga am out baabyyy

I'm the best got no next tis al written on my chest

from east to west, i'm d first, no jerk contest

you are less to the rest, so to my lines u make jest

but who kias what a pest say ound mi, king 'f d quest

while i bless ya i give ya my middle finger

thumbs down, come battle me d rap ninja

i rule i roll you watch mi and stagger

icing of da coal makes me a dope nigger

snigger (lol) dnt smoke no cigar

many rounds i dont use viagra

go ask minaj, rihanna or baby ciara

i run d road like an ever new caterpillar

yes i'm the pillar, u a convict jailer

i crush em cells i'm a trailer

more like a movie scene triller

i play, but joecool aint a player

i'm a slayer with inscription death killer

i press delete while u writin ya lines

kick u to d exist, ya work less dan pantomimes

you would read but wont be read

you wont lead but wud be led

led by me the legend of d R. A. P

forever burstin d box of d M. I. C

its me, me, me all eyez on me

It is not ffuucking clever to swear and anyone who does is a biitch. If you think I am a hypocrite, you are ffuucckkiinngg wrong. Use your brain; I spelt the words wrong, so it is not technically swearing.

@DCee3TRee
you know your rhymes suck when you curse 3 times in a row so guess your just about out of luck
its bout time to give it up if thats ya best
better invest in a dictionary be my guest
how many times you gone say things that dont make sense
if you think ya better, better be thinkin in past tense
cuz juicy lyrically carries pair a glocks that pop
you just started and already been retired so just stop
im takin over ya block and aint nothin you can do to stop it
well except to walk away and drop it
i can tell you was a punk from the jump
talkin bout shit you cant handle chump
im not confused about how much you suck
neither is ya gf (fatfish),huh huh, im head huntin now better duck
could do more but for now im done
this little kid had more of a shot against me wit an empty gun

People only have three eyes these days, which is strange because Neanderthals used to have four..

Um, now I ain’t back just for the sake of sayin’ “I’m back!”
Always here like I never left – baby, I’m back
This little white kid spittin’ is like a baby on crack
Tryin’ to come at me with that coke sh!it, how lazy is that?
I know you’se a bi!tch ‘cause when I kick you in the pussi, it hurts
Stop wailin’, bawlin’, whimperin’ like a prick, you pussi
She can’t get with me, droppin’ this sh!it menacingly
You’re a snitch, I’m a gangster, watch me bust these fuckin’ rounds
In your face, I gotta spit somethin’ to this fu*ckin’ clown
I bust you with a rap, this fu*cker’s sayin’ nothin’ now
Man, I need to stop swearin’, it’s fu*ckin’ gettin’ ugly now

You are probably very serious about what the other person has just said but not so serious about what you said.

Blaa blaa blaa blaa blaa speech makerz:
JUIcy n FaTfisH made out of fa*kerz:
AR call dem rap crakar:
yakkas crack mo n await ma tone:
cos soon ar b changing in da fullmoon:
amma vi*mpire ma appearance maks yar disappear:
u wont mak me quit prepare 4 more fear:
share it 2 mor beefers tru da web:
fatfish,juicy get ur blac*k a*ss off ma b*e*d:
yar wanna s*u*ck ma c*o*ck beg:
all yar spit produce magg**ot:
turn da 2 into a fagg**ot:
wip ur a**ss n yar jump up lik yar hit ar jake pot:
yar all crashing down get ar guy 4 ur support:
mho ar p*ick u,f*lick u,smash u,cave u,sl*ave u,den slay u:
da juice earn f*ruity:
da fish earnt f*ishy:
yar all need 2 be pretty:
cos u seems 2 u*rgly:
ur flow stings it erritaite ma bars:
so u ar in*fected wit s*a*s:
am not infe*cted cos am made off jazz:
hw many time do i hav 2 tell ar earn ur class:
mak sure u got mho rhymes b4 replying ma lines:
mak ur outlines
next time put some enargy 2 yar rap:
dat em mak me clap:
if yar earn got enargy inhale an oxyg*en:
or take ar cod*dinè 2 mak u win:
Am an unstoppable train:
ar fil no pain Dcee3 is produced in da game:
Work hard 2 beat da lion of zion:

hgjlkmger

Wad up, juicy, joe and dat fat mo'fuka
I'm back to to fuk u all like I got mo' rubbers
My mouth a bomba, Airforce chopa
About to kill you all like Pap the thuga

Ok lets play the dragon ball
My type got no mellow, so sing the pardon song
Make ya heads swing like the salon door
Mo' fire than hell, or what u think they call me dragon for

Fuk da rating, hand me juicy, let me fuk her make up
Make ya go hay wire like john in face off
Wake up, messing wiv wrong dude, take a day off
Heavyweight punches, dont even think u can have me wieghed up.

Damn, I've been readin ur freakin rhymes, u freakin thrash
U cant even flow well, u jus a sinking sand
Enduring ur stinkin punches loke a punching bag
Now, a nigga that hit me, I'm gonna punch him back

Zip ur mouth bi;t;ches

jj

@ Juicy gurl

Nice! i luv ur bars, cos i like chocolate
n' when eat soft bars llike yours, i love their tender taste

Bow down 2 ur Ruler, cos i'm good with lines
plus, i'm in d right angle, i'm lyrically inclined

Am perfect lyk da imperfect in me
wit flows constantly comin outta me
lyk smoke from a chimney

i got class, y'all think i own a skool
'got mo soul than the bottom of a school

Buggle ass hole lyk u, aint got no lyrical stance
under any circumstance,
ma b-boy stance wil make u ish in ur pants

ma style is like volcano erupting ur weak lines
every time i spit, i'll be puttin u in d lime
ma witness will be nlanders

u blind, hope u see d light?
plus ur rap sounds too tight
lyk ma girl's vagina
ur light - weigthed voluminous flows is watering down ur potentials

u need a double training
ur whole style is waiting
go get ur weight up, come back lyk schwarzenneger
n lemme scan u out lyk another trojan
u don't need millions of bars 2 get d point across dat u seekin recognition
crip wit me n i'll help spark up ur ignition

try ta get some lil bit of calcium in ur brain cranium
i crush competitors lyk u, plus anythin i land on

hey! make sure u don't go on exile
lyk we expectin 2 see Good luck in d land so i'm expectin ur reply

Get this! puff up some jamaicans 2 Buju up ur castrated flows
cos i 'll prefer 2 be in a cloud of smoke
than 2 read thru ur de-activated flows
or rather be listening to some Highlife ish from OLiver de Couque

see u soon, u n' i aint in d same flight!
Bye! Bye!!

jjjjbb jhh

All you stupid motha fucka's can't be serious!!!
If you think ya rhymes are tight, you're fuckin' delirious!!
FatFish , you're spits stink more than ya trash!!
Who da Bleep rhymes, Wack a=ss with Wack a=ss?
I don't even know why I waste my energy
Ya raps aint worth it, ,,,r ya mutha fuckin feelin me?
DCee3TReeT, give it up
You f=uckin su=ck
Fatfish can bend ya over, and you can take it up ya butt!!!
Mbamalu-ike you said your back
to fu=ck your mama like mo' rubber , don't even try,
I'll b=itch smack ya with my lyrics til ya f=uckin die!
I might be a girl, but I'm a mutha f=uckin soldier
My rhymes are cold as ice and they about to get colder.
You a bit=ch a=ss p=ussy,
Takes it in da Behind,
Ya raps aint hard, they just mushy mushy mushy!!
I should write ya rhymes instead,
B=itch! Drop dead
rapadelic , I'm done playin', shoot ya self in da head
I ain't even close to bein' done with you!
Wipe ya d=ick off, what is that, POO!!
Buttf=uck ya mother,
Buttf-uck ya brother,
You ain't a stunna!!!
You a f=aggot undercover!!!
You aint even on my level, in fact you beneath me,
out spit ya stupid a=ss, it so mutha f=uckin easy!
Fatfish Fatfish Fatfish, f=uckin' change ya name,
I officially dub thee, G=ay G=ay G=ay!!
DCee3TReeT ,Ya raps are so pathetic, they make me sick,
In fact you so pathetic, you gotta suck ya own d=ick!
Ya raps are Shi=t Shi=t Shi=t,
You wana be rapper who can't spit spit spit!!!
DCee3TReeT and Fatfish get together and make one big lame rhyme!!
Bi=tches, I'll be waitin' I got plenty of time.
DJ Wales is my roll dawg, I'm joinin' his game,
Seems like we must be one in the same.
Mad daps to you, for havin my back,
=Bleep DCee3TReeT and Fatfish!!! They raps is crap!!
Just handed ya a razor blade, go end ya lives,
Hope ya die slow and no one hear's ya cries.
Fatfish want smack s=hit!!! I'll carve out HER eyes!!
This isn't a battle, is a mutha f=uckin war,
My lyrics are an axe, cut you in half at da core!!!!!!!
Here again b=itches, ,,,you got what you deserve,
Dropped ya coffin 6 feet, now ya covered with dirt!

h

Mygoldielukz, 2rez got dz'lil piece fo ya to download.Lik time bomb,nigga gotta xplode.
I c a faker n i feel lik av spottd a b.i.tch/i get harda, ma physique lukz stronga dan bleech/nw ma lipz prepared to spit flow lik a ditch/spell ya f.c.ukin out in a twitch/mygoldieluk,ya reasn bein 'ere iz lukin to get f.c.ukd lik a s3x club/buh ya gotit al wrong, go d.i, l.d.o yasef instead f.c.ukin dumb/i got no wingz buh ya kan c me flyin/dnt nid no feet coz i stil run fasta dan a cheetah so ya kant contest wit ma formidable rhymin/it aint 'bout money, tiz calld respect earnin/crap spittin,beefin people lik ya iz som f.c.ukin butcherz work/wel niggaz aint wan yo meat,especialy comin from an infectd b.i.tch azzhole/yo flow, datz if ya got one kan only mak alotta salez in where ya leav, hellhole/am no rapperholic lik fatpuzzy homophobic/buh i rap catastrophic/coz i sleep on barz like am pazzd out on alcoholic/aint no rapper nxt door/buh ma rhymez r mean placin ya back to tha floor/bleep! Dz iz typin/mehn b.i.tchmothafucka,i wish ya heard me spittin @ ya wit rhymin/

Fatpuzzy, ya tha b.i.tch nxt door so tak dz.
Ya lyrikal content iz cynikal nonsenz. kid su.ck it all.ya tink diz a place fo few dudez to cuzz n brag 'bout how dey shoot out a few slugz tryna generate a new buzz wen in tha real senz ,their technikality iz dat dey al giv each otha group g.a.y hugz n dr gunz dnt talk coz dey r silencerz squirt gunz pluz dey run wen violenc occurz so b4 ya typin,use big wordz to get heard, carry a clip dat'z az long az red dog. Mak sur ya drink somtin to calm yo nervz n write somtin frm tha heart dat'z ill. Lik ya dnt get along wit wordz.