[XLyricX]

Why'd did ya come back, Truth is nobody misses you,
Bout to get hacked, with disses that I spew to you,
Look at this baby, I got his ass tremble'in,
punch his mouth open, so his picture is what he resemble'in,
I come through Dirty ass fuck,
Blastin ya waist up, from that machete ya tuck,
Cementin you stuck, to verbally murder this fuckin wussy,
Rebending ya luck, to burn the herpes of ya fuckin pussy,
Blazed n dazed to shit, phazed and cased to bits,
rippin ya ribcage through ya tits,
To exhil this little bitch up on outta this shit

[bboyplayer]

Jeje, yeah, I'm not THAT good at rhyming bro's, I just came here cuz peeps told me I should cuz they've read my songs

Shut up Dick head, you're just a Big head
You would be death, If Pamela gives you head
Cuz when You are in bed, you're kissing a guys neck
Yeah s0fiztik8ed I'm talkin' to you
If someone leaves you are gonna copy it too?
I'm not hatin' minority groups dude
I'm just classifing you
You say I'm a bad rhymer foe?
You can't write more than 6 lines, you speak too much
You are as old as your rhymes, better be like Papa Roach
Yeah, I'm eatin' your words, munch, munch

okay, i gotta get back in this...

ya flow's off. shit's soo soft that everybody's bumpin to mine.
thing is, ya put two 'heads' together, n' still got nothin to rhyme.*
fuckin with nines? you'd be lucky if i stuck you with knives, so back up.
'fore i crack n' laugh up, slaschin with black cuts till this fag's nuts is wrapped up.
that's fucked, but this kid's the lamest cat. got nothin where his brains is at.
i mean, you'd have to be nuts to come up with a name like that.
explain it, fag. i'm not playin. off came ya soft frame when my shots sprayed.
i'll kill the killer, hunt the hunter, and the player just got played.


*he rhymed 'head' twice.

[XLyricX]

Truth is I wanna diss the kid before razz..
Cause his spit was so shitty,
But the name of this game is da Previous guy,
So I guess its time to get witty

Angel man im the crusher, I Claim while chains bust ya,
My game to stays ta rush ya, You got it bad like Usher,
Fuckin wit a Hustler aint nuttin good for ya cash flow,
Getcha ass broke, and Busted just like ya last hoe,
Angel mayne Im better known as the punisher,
walk into ya house n take ya bitch right witcha furniture,
Im constructin ya fuckin casket, to fininsh up whatcha workin on,*
I murkin on, with blades up on the ground like a lurkers on**
Do us a favor, we dont want ya back in this,
For ya wack lyrical fitness, ya spit its like 1920's stock exchange,
Everybodys gun lose interest,

[s0fiztik8ed]

Yeh i thought it was diss the previous guy.. not diss the guy who dissed you..

well here goes nothing.. typing with one hand.. eatting..
but im sure someone is going to use it as one of their punchlines now coz their not much to say
lol i guess i have to diss XLyricX..

his known as angel because he probably acts feminine\
jumps on the net trying to flow like the next eminem\\
dropping bombs is what im about, aint no doubt\
rape the guy before me and remain the new rap sprout\\
the punisher, more like a fairy aint nobody scare of ya\
punisher aint punishing shit, because i'll be the only emcee crusher\\
nothing beats my remedy, with many enemies hatin' on me\
i'll make your lyrics look like bad worst than the worst disablilty\\
i'll beat you even if i was drunk while smoking on my blunt\
more scarier than Shaq going for his ultimate slam dunk\\

no hatin' intended.. imma go wash the dishes

[XLyricX]

Sit back rookie, Take some notes from a vet,
Ya flows suck, Ya rhymes dont fit, Whatcha doin on the net,
Ya shit hits me like feathers do in a pillow fight,
And he questions my masculinty, when dudes a straight dyke,
How you gun think nobody is feelin me,
Ive been banned and brought back,...
Of course these niggaz is feelin me,
The way u rhyme, We'd think you the one with a disability,
Or just suckin ass Delibertly,

Take a second though,

Im feminine, this dudes doing the chores of bitches,
Thats why this fagg in an apron in the kitchen doin dishes,
this nigga wishes he could go blow to blow with me,
I knock a bitch out, while he just opens his mouf
so he can just...blow me, Homie

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[s0fiztik8ed]

i got told.. hahaha.. aight lets see now.. good battle..
but your better.. i can say that for sure.. lol

two in the morning, can't stop fukn yawning\
but i'll still step up to any emcee without any warning\\
unless your pillows are filled with bricks, i think your mistaken\
my punches be hitting so hard after this you'll be forsaken\\
raped for both respect and pride, every time we collide\
so paranoid you'll run from the monitor and try to hide\\
my lyrics will haunt for life you no matter what you do\
stick to your head worst than stapled paper on super glue\\
dont wanna know your sex experiences, talking about blows\
never the stench of pussy, cocks and arses is all this guy knows\\
banned probably for doing anal with another man\
got caught with a cock up his arse and anothers dick in his hand\\
these nigga's are feeling you for the wrong reason\
not for rhymes but for your homosexual tentencies for thinking its male mating season\\

dunno what to diss about this guy.. =/

[synapse]

no wonder you so tired you fuckin hobo sleepin on my awning/
its aight if you say you dont need a warning, but by the end of this battle, im gonna have you mourning/
my words are like lyrical bee stings
i eat through your style like buffalo wings
i smoke weed greener than swamp thing
get off the stage time for you to resign
i spit rhymes in double time
each word splits and replicates like enzymes
my thoughts are cryptic
intertwined inside my mind like a double helix inside a matrix
bitch whats the conflict? each time you spit you contradict
listen to the verdict:
guilty as charged for being a lyrical bandit
murder 2 with an ice pick
my style inhibits illicit convicts
when it comes to skill you non-existent
i take a rip, my style ferments
im fully equipped, more problematic than a delinquent
i know im hell bent but my intent is to circumvent my rapid descent
im like a mathmatician, solving equations and asymtotes
you little kid go see a pediatrician
you in critical condition
submission to your lethal addiction
you aint in no position to be dissin'
sit back and listen
you got down syndrome, enlargement of yo dome
ah too bad you missin a few chromosomes
i smoke my home grown and deplete the ozone
youre style isnt even fully grown.

[dj_islandpryde]

now everybody, just stop a minute/
who took synapses beer and put drugs in it/
i ask cuz i wanna knoe who did it/
cuz when he drank all his rhymes went wid it/
so now blah blah blah thats all i hear from his face/
didnt he knoe that the verdict he stated was actually his case?/
i think he needs to see his own pediatrician/
save me save me! i think he was tryin to save his system/
but the doc thought he was bitchin at him/
he wrote to the nurse "synapses: critical condition/
you wanted to smoke so u could kill the ozone/
you so crazy u must have down syndrome/
so dont smoke your trees and stick to your beer/
cuz your rhymes are wastin my time and theyre makin you queer/

[synapse]

ah gee i cant believe my own ears
this dirty queer just bit half my rhymes
should that be...some sort of crime?
now i thought i made this clear, i dont drink just beer...
i drink five 5ths and run over a couple deer
the yellow lines just disapear
but the only crime i done
ran over islandpryde flow
hit and run...i know... that makes me a felon?
but when it comes to skills, islandprydes got none
learn when to shut up, bitch, listen...youre done.
itll be better for you in the long run

[s0fiztik8ed]

drinking alki and smoking weed is all im hearing\
no wonder synapse rhymes are out of control when his lyrically steering\\
when i spit, you start to fear, and nobody wants to interfere\
because when i spit i go hard like i do with his mums back rear\\
to you my disses are servere, so why don you just disappear\
because like island everything turns queer, when your rhymes appear\\
you rhyming should be a crime, lock up for your useless rhymes\
for being shit at it you should be in for double time\\
like you have any skills yourself, start by getting a dictionary from the shelf\
because your rhymes aren't hurting anyone, but only yourself\\
so run off like the dog you are and never come back\
because i have other emcee's to feed off your just a snack\\
not even worth eatting or beating, so start fleeing\
you wont even beat me even if you were busted cheating\\

[synapse]

yo s0fiztik8ed
i didnt want to dignify this with a response
but you talk like you from the bronx
when i bet your just as hard as a walmart security guard
so dont even get me started
my rhymes are uncharted
ill tear you the fuck apart
time for me to make my mark
dont try and test my skills
cuz im the illest illicit lyricist
in the midst of a bunch of posers
i finish your rhymes for you
now hows that for closeur?

[bboyarfen]

hell synapse, your down with all the motherfuckin posers/
ya last line was a fuckin lymerick, one hell of a shitty closer/
I rip ya shit, a lyrical bulldozer, burn ya real bad, ya careers over/
bitch ya couldn't get to my level if ya had a rhymin dictionary/
an even if ya did...ya couldn't find a rhythm you could carry/
my explicit written spits, are impossibly inferior to ya shit/
the fact ya bite is implicit, texts so bad ya don't deserve to be livin/
intriguing that ya first grade vocab can produce single sentences/
ya weak punches are like an incentive, makes me more offensive/
when I see ya shit I up it, causin ya embarassment is my intention/
I lyrically fire ya, my rhymes will stay with ya forever, ya pension/

[synapse]

yarfen
i said it before, i'll say it again
dont get me started
what are you, fuckin retarded?
when you try and spit, people ask if you farted
actin sly and legit, you bout to get bombarded
i dont have the time to waste
you a straight up disgrace
get ready to be erased and replaced in haste
each time we battle i teach another lesson
boy you better listen, cuz this is a blessin
i couldnt slip up even if i was on ice
but i'll give ya a few easy shots, just to be nice
this is the premier of a lyrical engineer
throwin it down year after year
better get your ass in gear, cuz when it comes down to it
this aint your career, so just give up and quit

[Mode]

aight synapse why act like that, you's a bore jack,
i gore kats, why diss on arfen, he's dope.. your wack,
don't have time ta waste 'cos your a waste of time,
cut 'n pastin rhymes, think ya hype with basic lines?
i break ya spine, fuckin homo kid my flow owns ya spits,
punches soft like foam an shit, hollow threats an boneless writs,
like B grade movies, this premier engineer's gettin wack reviews,
bringin crap free's dude, no wonder kats tease you,
you's an ass crack, get yo ass capped an laughed at,
packin bad raps you mad wack not even in school could ya drop a class tack..

peace bro, keep elevatin.