3 Round Battle vs the 1st one 2 post n then we get votes

[Slitt Ristz]

Respond to this, this is my round 1:

Ding ding/as the bells ring/I wing/this shit and burn u like underpaid folks makin Colonel Saunder's chicken wings/so u better fly away/and it's a good idea to pray/cuz I'ma drown u underwater and sting u like an angry mantra ray/I'm steppin like nine eleven/cuz when I drop like planes fallin no one can dial 9-1-1/theres something missing maybe u choke cuz u got no lungs/and ur a pincusion all washed up so I squeeze u out like a sponge/as I lunge/towards the psych ward/and I raise an army of the mentally retarded who kill my chokin folks with their own broken spinal cords/I put u on life support and pull the cord/I mop u up but not when u on the floor/I don't work at the hospital and I'm the evil kid with the lit torch/I stick a for in ur cuz ur done/so u wanna battle/get out the crib and lose the rattle/u fall to pieces as I leave ur ass in scrapnel/they call me sphere cuz I'm well-rounded/I'll take a bottle of vodka or a puss and down it/ur only on fire cuz u flamers and I'ma douse ur shit/u take it in the lips/like a clit/u dicksuckers/homosexual like lesbian rugmunchers/I'ma run over u and melt u like rubber/and the only way u fat is if u got a lot of blubber/cuz u had too much dairy get off the nut butter/my flow is shockin like an electric hand buzzer/I'm the driver a regular rhyme busser/I guess I have to thank u for makin me sick/cuz ur weak rhymes r makin me chafe and itch/I'ma never neglect to win not get derelict/I kill u cold like I hit ur heart with an ice pick/Ur team is weak look at my nice picks/ur team should jump off the dildos and fuckin magic sticks/I'ma make u wanna slit ur wrists/and risk/AIDS as I rip u off rap like bandaids/ur lukewarm like bad lemonade/They call me the baker cuz of all the bread I made/and I flow hotter than an oven/I'm demonic like witchcraft and coven/I leave how u started with nothing/and ur ass is still makin excuses and fussing/I'm ahead of my time like nuclear fuusion/if u me 2 stop callin u pussy then go divorce ur husband/snake get out the grass and quit the rustlin/I have a team of doggs we go fast get to mushing/u get fried in the stove like muttin/Cuz I'm hotter than the sun/I leave u charred like a smokers lungs/u r whut u eat so stop masticatin my dung/The opposite of Steven Hawkin ur ass is dumb/I crack u up like a broken bottle of rum/I don't like fudgepackers so I'ma be like get that stud off ur tongue/my flows r classic like Bethoven/in any era they act like a rope get u hung/I'm so hung/that I stick it in and it aint just my cum/that fills up the ladies lungs/Cmon attack back get off ur rump

[S.W.A.T]

that was some tight shit

[Naimless]

Round 1 biach

Catch ya wit yo pants
Catch ya wit yo pants down, and maybe while you sleepin’
Don’t matter what you saw, death is what you reepin’
I remain real like my cousin e-mil
Packin steel
It’s the southside whorida
Can’t fuck wit these othasidas
Eastside, westside
This situation is dirty like chopped up nation
So I stay wit the best side
Nigga let’s ride (fuck that!!)
I stay solo like a black cat
Fuck a bad wrap
I seen it happen to my cousin
I’m like the dirty dozen
Wrapped up in buns
¡°he said he was buzzin¡±
But you know he wasn’t
Cause if life was free I would say fuck money
You can douse me in monkey blood
Fill my pockets wit drug money and duck from me
You was a fuck homie only wanted the plug nigga
Cut yo shit off like smud nigga
I gotta say fuck niggas and buck niggas
And wit a passion and keep smashin’
Get away before the task bend the corner
On a mission for rippin niggas up like toilet tissue
Wit the german issue
Now yo family gone have to miss you
I’m sicker than racism
It’s everybody killa
Hit you wit the fully issue
Like pg&e lit you
See me in 3d git you
Hit em up git rid of
Did em up like dirty draws
He was a jealous mothafucka
As the story was told 29 years old
350 gs in the bank but nobody knows
I guess it’s just that season I thank
When niggas be hos
Fuckin em in the cheap mo mos
Leavin em dead in the bath tub wit no clothes
Razorbladed grove
I’mma catch you wit yo pants down
Since you was talkin that shit
You was hard on the boulevard
Now i’mma buck this clip
On your self I make you shit
When antagonized if you don’t realize
You must be the type that like surprise
I’ll rise out the hood on chrome skates
Pull a top notch bitch and fuck her ass hard on the first day
Throwin it at me wit no debate (none)
But I ain’t the one to be trustin em
Ain’t finna get me for rape
Punk bitch tried to hand me a case
Until I dropped her on her face
Bitch!! take that shit and skate
I ride wit these realas
These niggas ain’t neva fake
Dope dealas and killas
Whateva product could lace
One time I always shake
See I’m hella fast on that ass get away clean
Most of the time count on the cash
Hata niggas I bake em
Playa nigga I make em
Major figgas my mind is up on
Gold diggas I’ll shake em
I’m that real nigga that real figga
That real nigga from the fake
Cause real nigga look at a fake nigga
And they always tend to shake
Crossed me at one time
And I told you I’ll be buckin at your wake
Cause when I tell yo ass one time it’s all it takes
How many rhymes i’mma have tell a cat
Bitch I ain’t fake
Betta listen to the money hungry album shit it’s money to make
And when it’s money to be makin’
That mean it’s money to be takin’
So watch yo back cause i’mma be in all black theivin like gary payton

[Rappone]

man JKR u keep talkin 'bout disses that are too long and u come up wiff an essay agains' this guy... :lol: jk bro, atleast its real tight .. the flow u wrote

[Slitt Ristz]

The only way this muthafucker be like fuck Ja Rule if it there was and "I" in front/Son the ill are grown I guess you just a runt/You only got mad cuz it's that time of month/And now u got blood all over your underwear in a bunch/U remind me of a chipmunk?Cuz ur mouth is filled with nuts?Everytime u rhyme pamela gets a cut?cuz u fake as fuck?

[Slitt Ristz]

my comp started fuckin up so I'ma continue that one on here:

U might have caught me with my pants down but I wasn't sleepin/I was with ur bitch spittin as she was freakin/The only reason that u found her puss was leakin/Is cuz I made her cum right before u fucked her u couldn't make her climax if u were a porn star peakin/If emil/is real/He would snipe ur ass like one from israel/If u say u hot as hell that don't mean u got sex appeal/That means ur in the sun too long/If it's one thing I learned only bitches ride along/U stay solo but not cuz u a black cat/Cuz not a single person can stand ur twat ass/Ur the exact opposite of a real emcee so they call u Kass Rass/Pussy cat you jump like Tigger/Don't confuse water guns son with ones with real triggers/U gold digga/diggin ur own grave/Cuz u leave the fans like Anne Robinson with the shit that u say/Cold/Dogg you musta dun sold/Your brain and your brawns for the shit that you hold/But what you hold is worthless/Than the cost of two cents/And that's Canadian/Get your head out of Bradie's bum/Shit I didn't mean to give grandma here a heart attack quick grab some tums/You rip em up like toilet paper so pass me a square/And I'll whip u little shit off my ass right there/U bake niggas I think u make fudge/And pack it in your mouth that shit mixed with nuts/Run run run away/Hurry get those braids/Bouncing before I fire at your flaming face

[Naimless]

Now I’m the type of nigga that’ll leave a horse head in ya bed
Sleep with ya wife, then commence to knifin’
Get away clean with the scheme glock 17 in my lap
As I creep away in the black cadillac
Cuz you know I got shit to do
Fake id, cuz I been murderin’ muthafuckas like hiv
As I creep real slow through your blood vessels
Five weeks later, nigga, God bless you
Now I’m stressed with the smith & wess
My music career ain’t been the best
Bound to have my momma wearin’ a tight dress
Bitch make my money right
Or get ya throat slit an drug in the bushes as ya inside gushes
Then I’m smashin’ through the night, mozzaradi with cauz
He hittin’ corners hella tight
Nigga you know I’m right
My momma taught me, nigga don’t give a fuck
And when I die, crumble me in a joint and smoke me up
That’s what said

[Naimless]

I’m high up off the hocus poucus
My diagnosis is a murderous psychosis, and muthafuckas know this
I’m quick to pull the pin up out the grenade
And hand you the pineapple and say here muthafucka, hold this
Loki and the murder show, the sequence begins with freaks in the mo-mo
We seein’ alibi’s provided, we frequent, and now my niggas ridin’
Slip clips in the pen, and do that shit, smoke the buddah shit
See when they say siccmade, whispers in your ear, the taste is bitter
Blowin’ muthafuckas into smithers
Triple x liquor, with nuthin’ but curse in our verses
Obscene, unfit for major mainstream magazines
Lace you up in kerosene and see that ass ignited
I mean we got the v-8 for your gangsta lean
I seen war machines and street marines
Dirty nina’s in the hands of ghetto fiends
I’m caught between the hard life and ghetto dreams
I got schemes with black berets and get away like o.j., clean
The ripgut, he got the cannibalistic qz, and the illegitimate got another 16
You see the front page news only show the inmates, and not the cage
While elections play with the public’s rage
Fuck those who criticize, let ’em lead their lives through the shit we done
And then say that we ain’t right

[lyrical_disturbance]

NICE SHIT JRK..U RIPPIN IT..

[Naimless]

Vote fo diz shit ya'll

[jersey#12]

yo JRK, im going wit u on this, u be rippin everyone when u battle :wink:

[Slitt Ristz]

The only way u leave a horse's head in my bed is if u lemme take a crack at ur mother/I melt u cuz I run so fast and ur tire rubber/You see sick but not because you're a land lubber/Good night bitch prepare to slumber/In a dirt bed six feet under/It's u and naimless reminds me of dumb and dumber/You get lapped on this track like I'm an olympic runner/The only reason u got a gat in your lap/Is cuz u aint had no one wet ur lips in so long now that they chapped/They audience must like to eat healthy cuz they chew up and spit out ur candy raps/I got u stressed/With the smith and wess/Aimin it straight at ur stumpy neck/Your bitch wants my baby maybe she just likes a man with pecs/It's like u in a wheelchair now that was ur last step/Ur music career aint been the best and my advice don't quit ur day job/And stop stealin my flows and passin them off as ur own until u learn how to rob/Or who to rob/I'm slicker than buttered corn on the cob/I hit ur bitches corners but they aint hella tight/Shit she already been with ten tonight/U must be high off the hocus pocus/Cuz ur face and any ID u own could be nothin but bogus/prepare to die/Put the piece in ur mouth as u cry/Can't u just take it like a man cuz u know u can't try to survive/Hit man from nine to five/But this is a free kill cuz ur worth less then ur fuckin life/I puff that thai/Till I got ashes in my eyes/And u must have been blindin by the smoke that's so harsh it gives u cataracs/Don't front when I'm on the attack/I rip ur written rhymes up into two halves/Throw one and use the other to wipe u off my ass/I reach out the straggle/You with an electric wire till ur head dangles/And crush ur bones and rattle ur toy bangles/I'm like many hits of ex I leave ur body yoga style with abnormal angles/Now that's how to fuckin battle/I'm sentencin u to death with the hammer

[Slitt Ristz]

So does Naimless coff Ja coff rule coff killer get another verse or do we get votes now? If so pls read all the battlin and then vote.

[Naimless]

coff? what you chokin on some dick? jus vote biaches

[Slitt Ristz]

No I'm coffin on ur mama's clit/It's so overused and thick.

[Naimless]

Overused n thik datz what Eazy was sayin bout you clit biach,
Why dont you go an fuck your sister film dat shit n get rich,
You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
Cock it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
BOOM!
Pussy-guts all over the room
If you ain't seen it,
Then you're fiendin'
For the meanin'
Of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
You back that nigga that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
It's like that
Cannabis and tea've, uh, got me stuck on stump, fool
All it take is a way, a fat, green-bud blunt and a stunt
Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep
And block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once it'll make you vomit
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
With they drama. POP! It's baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
And watch them baby's brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em
I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now eat! Cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday that's why I'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat