[AzNbReAkA]

aite, check this shit out
i think you went the wrong way, took the poser route
comin up in here, first time seen ya
thinken you can't beat neone, act like a winna
btw, nice avatar of yourz
i'm pretty sure that was you bein kicked in the face jus given a nice tour
of how ta be beat in somethin else rather than picken up a mic
if hat was me in the ring bustin you ass i'd pull off a pike
get my straight A feet shoved in your mouth
then knockin you out goin all da way south
you're wasted for good now
cuz you jus got dissed, so you better take your vow
now say this with me
"i'm a lil motherfu**er who likez ta suck on suckerz
itz wat i do all day cuz u know im gay, i shuld quit this game before i make these people think i'm gay all day"
aite, itz all good now
you can now take a bow


jp dude

[puertolumbian]

"aite, itz all good now
you can now take a bow"
-AzNbReAkA

wut the hell is up wit that verse/
it's easier to pick on you than to pick up some old hag's purse/
by the time im thru wit you, yuh betta find yuh sorry ass a nurse/
i guess u and yuh game of attemptin to rap is just a hand-me-down-curse/
your life frum now on is down-hill/
so watch who yuh talk to, cuz the next time ill leave yuh bruised and ure be *writin yuh last will//

*i think i used that be4

anywayz....yuh know im playin...

[BBOYTANSHIN]

true, true, you playin//
you playin at being an mc//
fuck why not change your name to nancy//
on this page you the pinnicale//
this laughably sinical//
i'm clinical, in the way i burn thee//
in a fuckin urn, i spurn thee//
this shit decidedly lack luster//
now that gorganus is gone we got some//
puertolambian, north umbrian//
tryin to sell of whack rhymes//
like he was the columbian//
cartell//
damn it yo ass couldnt sell barbies if you was mattell//
yo rhymes smell, an odour//
recognizable,... shit//
i slowly braise you with quick wit//
its like you smoked up, cotton mouth,...//
ya cant spit//
and now i'm here so prepare to get lit//
easier than pickin up a hags purse//
let me flip this shit in reverse//
lyrical conntent weak, meek, flaccid like yo penis//
ma rhyme style perverse, yo mind i immersem in the seas of venus//
in thought you flounder, unfamiliar... territory//
"sellin of yo rhymes like they commodities"//
yet the only reason peeps listen is cause you oddities//
yo shit obsolite, youve reached yo peak//
now you on your way down hill//
all that effort and all for nill//
i said effort? fuck that //
i'm leavin you burnt! lyrically superior//
my only suggestion, repent//

[GORGANUS]

oohh so you thought i was gone well i got some news for ya,
i almost fell half asleep from reading your rhymes son you lack Goya,
thats seasoning, in case you dont know what that means,
you probaly stole that comedy punchline that acting guy Mr.Beans,
i'am-breaking-screens, with ya face cause you wanna be on TV,
so i taped your death and sent it to America Funniest to broadcast across the country,
your-just-a-munchie, that got mixed up with a pack of Gremlins,
thats fresh meat, so dont wash ya ass or you gonna have some childrens,
i'am taking building hostage, and demand satisfaction like John Q,
while you in a dark alley tied up crying (excuse me guys what ya gonna do )


just playing

[puertolumbian]

to the punk b4 gorganus

*pinnicale - that means i am at the tip top of this forum/
so u really cant handle the disses from me and gorgan/
cuz we split yuh spleen and transfer yuh organs/
sacrifice talent for a weak mc dissin/
cuz tru skills like me and gor is wut yuh missin/
so hold yuh tongue and listen/
u against me is one thing yuh wishin/
my patience is wut yuh pushin/
so stop while u ahead b4 i use yuh lyrics as muh ass cushion/

helped yuh gorganus..
hey yall needa vote on muh battle wit !nfinite

[mcsorrisi]

There's safety in numbers nigga, that's why I go alone.
You can try and stick together bitch but once it's on, it's on.
Mothaf$@kasd ont' step to me and live to tell the tale,
You want beef with me, you become a myth just like the holy grail.

If you wanna dis' me you better understand
I'm evil, I'm twisted, I'm underhand.
I'm a nasty nigga, always ready for war
I just never used to have this schizophrenia before.
If it went hand-to-hand I'll leave you a corpse
G-oraganic, Gor-gimic, whatever, I feel no remorse.

Go back to mama and put your pen away,
I still don't get what you're trying to say:
"You lack Goya?".....
-You pussy, you pull more punches than De La Hoya,
Talking 'bout tying bitches up keep that to yourself,
There's no room for fetish here, kepp that on the shelf...

And then there's Mr. Pride... proud of where he comes from...
You appeared 9 months after I fucked ya mom
You say you're Latino, straight from Puerto Rico,
So why so got those stars and stripes up chico?

Lucky for you, there's oceans between us,
Unlucky for you, my emotion's ready to bust
And with my blade I'll cut ya Street Fighters,
You better make it good when you write your next cyphers...

[mcsorrisi]

PS Puertolumbian, I don't normally explain things but the reference "stars and stripes" is the NY bit not the Puerto Rico flag!!!

[puertolumbian]

i dunno why u talk ish when u cant back it up/
cuz i remeba like it was yesterday, u sucked (litterally sucked muh nut)/
i turn the heat up to anutha notch/
while u back watchin, thinkin u got skills after i dun taped yuh up wit *scotch/
cuz that's ur @$$ in the avatar gettin kicked the heck outta him/
eventhough lotta haters don't like votin on muh battle cuz im hispanic, im still destined to win/
so back yuh a-- up outta this forum cuz u and wuteva skill u contain cant compare like jay-z versus eminem//

and u are hating because???
*i covered yuh mouth wit scotch tape..

[mcsorrisi]

Well, well this boy's still trying to keep up with the pace
But your problem is self-inflicted, you said it- it's your race.
You say I'm hating Hispanics but you know that ain't true
It's your lyrics that suck d--k I ain't got no beef with you.

You wonder why I'm hating well welcome to my world
That's just me being me, you keep playing like a girl...
You're like a Nas fan, keep telling yourself "I know I can"
Or you're gonna get slaughtered worse than an Afghan lamb.

Please don't choke....

[puertolumbian]

man!!!i knocked a dent in yuh face as u can tell by yuh avatar/
so i left the place and filled it up wit a large amount of sars/
u now on yuh knees pleadin to stop the pain/
im laffin my ass off cuz yo lost is my gain/
i lyrically kilt yuh mc sorrisi/
so yuh name should be 'mc im sorry' cuz u cant think of better lines to diss me/
all yuh punches miss me/
and dont blame yuh pain on me, cuz u cant think straight/
tryin to ask for forgiveness now, nigga...it's too late/
u the one who love to playa hate/
u the one who racially discriminate/
so back the f*ck off and sit, b4 i serve yuh head on the next mc's plate//

Right bitch//
Let me start with this twich//
Shit happens ya know?//
No-one likes you cause you just a fat ass ho//
Bitch can suck this//
I bet your mamma feeds you with food-stamps//
Your gang is a bunch of tramps//
Are you just mad because the school pussy stole your shoe?//
Here, I got an urgent message//
It goes: F. U. C. K. Y. O. U.//
I'm not in the mood to hear your shitty rap//
Dude, you really need some help with that crap//
Before you spit you make a summery//
You're just a dumb bitch with a shitty memory//
Haha! I'm done, bye lesbian bitch//

*HACT PHTOO!*

[Mode]

bitch, i'ma spit on you, sit you upright an shit on you,
land hit after hit on you this time you bit off more than you could chew,
so whats up homie? trying to act hard i'm sick of you phoney,
trying to pack beef all you got is baloney i jam on you like karl malone-see,
edit your post, make it say i'm the one with the most,
hell, given the chance i'd bury you you best be wary too,
my spits be curses nigga diss me then they be dragged off in hearses,
try landing your punches stop swining purses, aight, call the nurses,
'cos i'ma fuck you up, 'cos i'ma diss faggots who are wack and suck,
you aint got no luck, 'cos i was next to reply, everything i say is true, no lie,
aww, don't cry, here i'll stop picking on this guy, peace bro i'm joking, goodbye...

[profse]

yo, you keep on talking trucks by the shitload,
uh, shit by the truckloads, whatever, you suck, Mode
motherfuck you AND your punches, i duck those,
n' strike back with an uppercut to the gut yo//
bitch, you're the one who be leaving in a herse
bleeding from the worst spots, like you deserves
i'm so quick, it looks like you're going in reverse
you're taking 2nd or 3rd, i'm way ahead with the 1st //
you couldn't land a punch if you were flying a fist-plane
even your crew talks about you with disdain
you're stupid or insane to think you can take aim
at me with your piss-lame attacks, you're a dick brain//
son, i bring more drama than Osama,
teamed up with Saddam, Genghis Khan, Hitler
and the Unibomber//
your style is whack, so you should take it back
to the Rapshack you bought it at and ask them
for your money back//
i bring the infinite, endless, unlimited
rhymes from the primitive times, to the infinitive
i prophesize that my style has no demise
cuz it's too fly, n' real shit really never dies//


peace n' respect

[puertolumbian]

u actin like u cash money sayin u fly/
when im bout to show double 'R', i ride while u die/
yuh momma sees the remains and cry/
she wonderin, "why muh baby boy had to die?"/
i was the killer, u the victim and i said the last sentence u'd hear..."peace punk. nigga bye"/
didnt put up much of a fight...nigga, at least u try/
i told yuh, look and muh eye while tellin me a lie/
u did it and now u on the pavement, bleedin to death and lookin at the sky//

Professor stupid emcee
whatya did ta mode yo try do it to me
n you will see I aint nothin to fuck with
I ruin the beat well you continue to suck dick
n you do it for free, what! bitch
yo your gettin burnt like trynta break on carpet
naked, tryin ya hardest
cuz you couldnt stop my flow if I was a faucet



Peace