[Mode]

1. AJTL you are "not" funny.
2. you can obviously rhyme, so why drop all this fuckheaded bullshit into the dtpg?

it just creates an annoying mess for the mods, and looks stupid to newcomers to the site.

[Alcab-boy]

Through the couple days of my rap career/
Been looking to find somebody that I could smear/
I think I've found my match, and the result is clear!/

I could bottle up anger put a match inside/
Let the demon blow out, throw ya round the outside/

Snatch you up like a puppet, toss ya in my ride/
Drive you into a lake so you can take a dive/

Down to hell you go, and i'm coming with/
I got some buddies down there, they smell worse than piss/

Now you know that i'm the master wordsmith/

[BboyJedi]

He claims he's the master, i say joke/
because my vocals flip on a secondary note/
and then the best wrote the best spoke/
cus i'm the best, and i'm not here to show ropes/
i'm here to provoke blokes to choke on their own smoke/
In manner the best slope, til the best hope becomes the best dope/
But people here run their mouths rather too often/
they go righty tighty lefty loosen til the fabric does soften/
But now i'm here, they'll go overboard like tea in boston/
With all the masses to see them fallen/

[Backfire]

This star wars motherfucker better step into reality/
Not obi one, you've never won trying to battle me/
Coming through unstoppably jedi powers won't stop me/
ending this fantasy like a george lucas lobotomy/
make this jedi go teary eye with the death of his idol/
goes suicidal without mr lucas no point to survival/
Resides in Philadelphia talks about triumphs in boston/
Not your home town you lost son? I'm stopping your run/
like a clothesline, i'll knock you over and you die like bovine/
Don't keep trying to rap or you'll redesign columbine/
you'll end up in heaven with the divine you still don't resign/
I'll redefine my lines to Jedi, so he can understand/
blow up your planet from the dark side with the pink floyd band/

[BboyJedi]

I'll redefine my lines to Jedi, so he can understand/
blow up your planet from the dark side with the pink floyd band/

Your bars are backfire, your lyrics are just faulty/
I'm this close to destroying you, my crew just halt me/
Why are you broken? don't blame, don't fault me/
Bet now you're feeling salty, cus your theme is paltry/
I got ya shakin in ya boots like ya got cerebral palsy/
Because with this lyrical ammunition i light the fuse/
Light reused, like 'Men In Black' leaving your mind confused/
Rumor has it your drops suck and those are the kind reviews/
so please, politely move, as i brightly groove/
sightly soothe and shine on through/
Your banal references are incorrigible and mindless dude/
I Silence you, and leave you blind and screwed/
I spit shit of the finest tune, and you aint got the slightest clue/
cus i what i spit is just fare and rare/
I beat you down fair and square/
And i repeat, this is rap, not a nursery rhyme/
So i spit with a cursory mind and earlier find/
I pound ya sternum til i burst ya spine/
I'm un disturbed and fine/
I am god to your pitiful lines/

[GrandMoren]

Stop playin around wit ya momma mouse, aint you afraid of catchin diseases,
with her constantly whackin to jesus on catholic porn, and touchin the peices?

im fuckin disgusted, no wonder you father fucks wit,
your neighbors daughters, and claims he oughta,
even though little karens only 12 years old,
yo daddy says it makes his little dick get harder,

someone get him some water, mr.skywalker needs a breather,
i slipped him a tiny bit of liquid ether, I didn't think he was such a big sleeper,
im the grim reapa, imma get pizza, while we watch my violence preform
the only way yous a jedi kid, is on the way to a cold death, being luke-warm

im a storm, lighting up skies, fightin up cries, makin them rise,
eyeballs bloody from blows to your thighs, legs like putty, from the utter suprise,
i don't do ties, I win, fair and sqaure, cheatin if I have to,
cause cheatin is winnin too if its because I shot you in the face when I was asked to.

Dedicated to mode and dobb.

[Anghellic]

pffft, Grand Moren should be whore'in in the back of a cadallac,
this faggot could snack a cack swallow a sac and waits for the come back,

First off, jesus aside you probably the type to beat off to buhhda,
fake wankster in the cheese isle like "I got plenty of Ghouda"
So fuck you and your brother, better off running for cover,
talking about modes pops but you were molested by your mother,

this guy types fiction like his toy dolls are the main star,
you lame tard you couldnt get to the point if I gave you a k bar,
Your a storm right...? you aint shit but another dumb fella,
Rain on who? even rhianna's got one of them umbrella's....

[bboybiggums]

yo shit weak anghellic-a
i cslice yo ass up like i worked in the deli bruh
yo bungee cord broke nigga thats y u cant hang wit me
nigga u a joke.. even to a blind nigga thats plain to see..
aint even have u in the oven 4 long but u already done
im chillin wen the race start cuz i already won
cheese aisle huh??? the only time u see cheddar
i admit u came hard but i came better
so the next time u wanna come add 2 the fight
take a second thought and remember wat happened 2nite...

DONE

[L.E.G.I.O.N.]

aghellic-a, okay like biggums is any better
you came hard with that line when you was spittin bout the cheddar

you should take your own advice and back out this fight
because the next time i see you, i wont be as nice
i aint gonna kill you yet, just impare your skillz
to the point that you will be sick of the pills
this nigga aint real, i seen g.i. joe dolls more realistic
and them niggas was plastic, motionless and breathless
you the stupid ass joke with no punch line at all
you did yo last dance cuz tonite, you just might fall

[therealkickass]

Seriously you’re a worst emcee then Rodney Dangerfield and he got no respect
Heck, I’ve seen dumb white tee wearing fagots that are more intelligently correct
I’ll bet you would loose in an IQ test to an ape and baboon
And soon we will see doom administered to a Legion when battling a monsoon
Frankly you’re a waste of words cuz I can’t even describe how much you’re a herb
So please by all means take everything I said personally and just know that I am superb.

[Semi34]

Mate, you need to wrap up this distasteful rap cooking
Talking bout herbs like you the dopest hash cookie
You rap rookie, where's my tobacco you wookie
Man I bashed chewbacca giving me lip you damn sookie
And what the fuck this guy can't even use spell check
"fagot" You're dissing about this cunts IQ test
kickass the one with the hairy chest, beating your breast
Like dude you're wearing a vest it's not REAL yeah?
And i'm the best, In Hells Kitchen i'll cook it up like iron chef
I've got the mortein Be-gone cause damn you a PEST

[Mode]

this dumb fucks a shit talkin' bitch for damn sure,
mode gon' leave you defeated with nothin to stand for,
smack all that wack sauce back in ya glands dawg,
only time ya shine is with glow sticks on dance floors,
rubbin on some sweaty transgender fuckin' heavy guy,
cocksucker, callin head's the closest you get to fuckin any dime..

[Backfire]

looks like your in weak mode while i'm smashin in beastmode/
even if i gotta sail over seas to beat mode he'll be heat stroked/
if not the aussie sun then from the words i speak bro/
this guys moderating's bout as good as a AA* peo-ples/*alchoholics anonymous
this crook hanging around his own criminal type/
makin gay jokes when his towns made from crooked people right/
this fag's worthless, i'll be missing on purpose when i shoot em up/
just to see him jump more than the kangaroos in australia/

[BboyJedi]

this fag's worthless, i'll be missing on purpose when i shoot em up/
just to see him jump more than the kangaroos in australia/

This cat don't know where one line finishes and another begins/
Can't follow a trend and falls off where the rhyme scheme ends/
He makes no sense and his cypher is way past the fence/
Had his gun spinning for chance but i put him in a defensive stance/
Put your soul in a trance and my lyrics enhance/
This game we call rap and this off-beat dance/
I do a 2000 and a blaze 50/
Your crew is so shifty they can't help but stick with me/
And you spit of the prescence of australia/
I never knew trailer trash had it in em to ale ya/
Cus i'll whip you faster than a pacific gale/
Snip your eyes and have you reading brail/
rip your eyeballs right out of your socket/
Slam it on the table and shoot it to the corner pocket/
I spin this and nobody else an rock it/

[Mode]

this fags poor fat jaw gag's on mad balls,
damn ya'll, jedi get stomped more than trance halls,
you a weak toy, a fake bboy poser,
finna get drowned by a flow that'd destroy moses,
i'm statin the facts, ya shit is basic 'n wack,
ya wouldn't blow up hatin on al-qaed in iraq,
fuckin' comin in here 'n treat the diss like a cypher,
you the shit type a writer, ya crew try 'n disguise 'n hide ya,
faggot, you ever touch a mic 'n i'll break ya hands,
'n shove 'em up ya ass till they reach ya face 'n glands..