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Yoh a rap battle is like a war,stop being romentic// This you chance to run away,couse Immer about to spit some megic// You ain't for real,you can't handdle my puch plus you blain is plasctic// You rapp about your bed,yoh thats bed// Couse with emcees like me you don't stand a chance// F*#K!!!Never thought you'd be this waq// Brigging like a love-vendor,to find that you s a fagg// This a real men race,you're more like a fan// I mean hip hop is a game you're not the player you'r just a supporter// The say money talk,but you're too broke to listen// |
Ah!Yoh yall need a time to practice !sh// Plus you're the type of cats who star what they can't finish// I cut yall d*ckis in to uncountable digits// How can a good emcee have gimmics// The n!@ with not teeth but still tight lyrics// ![]() Can yall stop rappin couse you trippin// But even if you practice you'd still be trippin// Yoh If never bettled clowns and gay rappers before// Any way Ill give yall a chance to go practice more// |
David said my lines are corny// Yoh,Jaymz is the one whos Hot// Dude I ani't scare of you,Just don't wanna spend my time on you// I invented the rap style that when I use it,you ramin phony// This is a horse race,you are still a ponny// My rap sh!t couse a distruction to your systerm-immune// Then you sound kak like T-Pain with no outo-tune// I see throu your brain and read you mind// I would still see what you can't even if I was born blind// Yoh,we are all under one umbrella(hip hop)but you a not one of my can't// I'm not cold I'm hot hearted// Don't even know why I respond to the n!gga whos RETARDET// Jaymz// |
Jaymz//Nigga I was writing the axams maan but now I'm back and dude I'm still a newabie to hip hop I'm not claimig to be tyt (dnt mind the line thou) |
The n!@ name David// If this !$h is a race sorry you won't make-it// You drop lines like you're being forced to// You I'mmer smack you face with one punch// If you don't want me to,drop that mic,grab the couch// So you could see real emcees do thier thing// Plus even if I was crippled you'd still do me nothing// Even if you were the words best master mind, you'd still wouldn't be on my standard// Yoh!!!I drop easy lines and got you lost,and even if I explained them 100 times, You'd still wouldn't understand-it// Lyrically,you are shorter than me even when I'm down and you are standing// So kid this not the right time to practice your lines on me// Couse even if I was not an emcee,You still wouldn,t spit better than me// Dissing me is like trying to useing a wet toilet paper to commit murder// I feel no pain when you hit couse you can't punch harder// Yoh I'm the one who is better// |
Lil jaymz, What// Your free-style be waq,should I reply// Nah,you ain't worth it, maybe if you re-try// You diss me, but you sound funny// Qiut you !$H,maybe if you diss young money// Im the rap gaint you ani't nun but a monkey// You're such a dummie// You soud like a retardet love-vendor// Yoh,I just wanna louh reading your diss// Its funny as hell,go get some @$$ to kiss// You trip like the devil telling the truth(Iposible)// Choaking like you a dimon explaing the chistian bible verse// Im lyrically uncoutable like all starz on the univese// |
X-Fio,Its you again// Dowg you and I ain't the same// You're a clone,I'm the real copy// To me you ai'nt nun but a floppy// I murder you lyrically// Then you die physically// If not then you retaliate rediculuslly// I lyrically stand tall umrilically// I invade you space astrologically// I don't only destroy,I damage// You'r rap style ain't raw but savege// Agaist me boetie you wont manage// I'm hip hop's final destination,you're at a stating point// If I'm the new kid in the block,you're just a tourist// I git 5 mics and 5 stars you're still a novice// |
@ll you see is HOMO I thought so, Hey it takes one to see one ![]() |
X-Fio this ain't beef,other wise you'd be cooking// A free-style battle you de one be loosing// You trying to practice ya waq skill on me// N!gG2@ I'm the killa be// You're just a wanna be// you don't have what it takes to stand against me// I leave you looking like a demon without a pope// You try to diss back,you gonna do nun but choke// Ya next verse be dope,lets hope// Don't throw jokes,This ain't no comedy session// Or I'll make a free school to give ya some lessons// What I do in a free-style,is what takes you to write// You ayt I'm tyt and you know that I'm right |
@$ much as I know hip hop is for playaz not haters, what yall doing? ![]() Hating!!! D0n n0 b@ddy w@nt ch@ w3@k @$$ h@t!ng c0m3nt@ p1@y@z |
"lissen up. lissen up man, yus musta bin pissin up" Never seen such a horrable verce before// N!@z like you need to practice more// You are worthless// This is hip hop,you belong to the surcus// You don't have a crew,Its just a bunch of $ucker$// "I'm the baddest rapper in this game" Well I'm lyrically insane// On the mic I leave you raggedy @$$ in pain// You can't rap,you claim// If hip hop dies you'd be the one to blaim// I spit more bars longer than a train// Step back,give real emcees a space// You better off singing the amazing grace// You ani't original,you fake// You an't waq,you ayt// So work on you rhymes and punch lines// Next time you come,bring me a report// Don't expose your self,this verse is to tight for yo to respond// |
"kno i just dropped my bars/ think u r the hot dog/" Well you think you're a cool cat// Damn// Never met a N!@ so waq// This a men battle,You are not a man enough step back// Ever if I was born blimd I'd still see what you can't// This a big five race,you're more like an ant// Quit rap and go start a gospel band// With no spring I cranck// I make rae the white flag// Never battled a homo rapper,Well you're the fagg// Yall nothing compared to me,I throw more bars than you can// You look like a star without fans// I'm a V(i) like matt hardy// I don't throw I crash parties//
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"Split the cakes "// Dude you fake// Dissing on me was your biggest mistake// Retards like like you don't survive on my space// I diss so bad that you drop couple of tears// I'm like a demon who enter heaven without a fear// You got no where to run,No where to hide I'm hear// You don't rap you make lame jokes// Immer make have stoke// Immer be back to kill yall waq catz// |
leroy.morris69@yahoo.com I prefare communicating throu emails.I'm willing to be "your studend" master
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LMAO// Your free-style is dope// Too bad it ain't better than mine,but don't loose hope// With me you wont cope// You look like a demon without a pope// I ain't gonna test ya,just gonna give you a scope// Your life is worthless,go get a rope// Next time you wanna bettle come with your master// Don't test my skill,I'm the rhyme buster// I'm like the only chameleon that can move faster// Non of crew can touch me,MAYBE your brother// If you try to respond you'll sound stupid,so don't even bothers// You N.E.R.D peace of KAK, look like herry porter// Next you disrespect I'll get you sloughtered// You responded twice to my free-style,but its like you heven't// When you die I make sure you go to heaven// You ain't no emcee,You're just a chaos like nine eleven// Drop the mic,come to me,let me give you some leasons// quit rap,got to church,MAYBE you might get some blessings//
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Elton "dat HELL THING"// I lyrically BLING// Your free-style is waq that I don't wanna REPLY// Don't be messing with me,I'm not easy to IDENTIFY// You con't spit at this level,so don't even TRY// I'm the hip hop administrator,you're just another GUY// You look like a hungry lion ready to bight my LINES// You're so waq,that you're wasting my TIME// You're not even worth my PUNCH LINES// You look like a dumb rapper throwing a lame RHYMES// This is hip hop you belong to the other side// I leave you with sleepless night with nigth MARES// I'm the lyrical demon but I enter the heaven ith no FEAR//
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Your free-style is waq that I don't wanna read it// Kid you can't spit but atleast you did it// Too bad,I'm tougher than you,you can't spit at this limit// Pluz you tripping,and choaking on your gimmics// Hip hop is for cannibals,you are just a vegitarian// I spit on you sick on you that you think of non but a vetenerian// I lyrically invade your space like I'm alian// You spit so lame you sound like you are di-abled// Then I hear you flowing like you're traped on an electrical cable// I make you sound like you are diss your owen record lable// My style is unstable// You the type of emcees who see me an hide under the table// You look like a fake church priest wearing a suit with a red lable// You're just a waste of my time// So waq not even with my punch lines// Immer give you a chace now to go practince more//
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I'm Leroy from South Africa,Kimberley.I'm 21 years old male.My a.k.a is wizzard. Now Just drop a diss on me based on that info(No rules) here is my lil lame free-style. You can even use it to diss me. The truth is non of can't rap you are trying// You don't know me so what ever you will say you'll be lying// What ever you say,when I respond you'll be crying// You don't have wings,stop dreaming of flying// Playing hide and and sick,you're the one who will be hiding// On you d*ck only f@gg0t$ are riding// I know you are embarrassed,so stop smiling// My free-style is silly, but at least Im trying// Un like you claiming to be emcees// The truth is you're just wanna a be// Ler0y m0rri$ is the real killa bee// To all the b*tches out there,know that I'm the real deal// I don,t know why they let you of the zoo// course you're scaring all the n!@z in you hood// Respond to my diss and sound like a fool//
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Yall spittin waq rhymes like headless chickens// Or ill make u quit rap and go join your mama in the kitchen// Don't come with you droppings on me,I an't the @$$ you been kissin// If thats the best lines you got you gotta be kiddin// You whole free-style is waq that you should't be dissing// Im the rap giant,you can tell from the lines Im kickin// You're so cute you look preety// Hip hop is for cats,you're still a kitty// Ill make you quit rap now// I'll lyricaly beat you till you fall down// Then leave you with no choice but to stay on the ground// Hip hop is for rappers,you just a clown// You throw lane jokes that no body lough out loud//
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Stop spittin waq rhymes like a headless chicken// Or ill make u quit rap and go join your mama in the kitchen// Don't come with you sh!t on me,I an't the @$$ you been kissin// If thats the best lines you got you gotta be kiddin// You whole free-style is waq that you should't be dissing// Im the rap giant,you can tell from the lines Im kickin// You're so cute you look preety// Hip hop is for cats,you're still a kitty// Ill make you quit rap now// I'll lyricaly beat you till you fall down// Then leave you with no choice but to stay on the ground// Hip hop is for rappers,you just a clown// You throw lane jokes that no body lough out loud//
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Every time you spit,lot a niggas are falling a sleep// This hip hop,you don't belong here,go do tric or treat//
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I thought so, Hey it takes one to see one 
