[huffking]

youre gay and youre wack/
plus your shit is really weak/
no swag and youre flow lacks/
the ability to compete/
i read your first two lines then stopped/
i kinda went to sleep/
i had a dream that my heart stopped/
wait.. just a fake memory/
never in your life ever think of beating me/
ill wake you from your dream/
hold my club to your face and make sure you remember me/
your style is unique/
it makes me wanna flee/
cause your shit smells so bad/
its like you took a shit before you reached the seat/
if i were you i would reconsider posting another rap/
its like why finish the lap if you already came in last/

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

so when you finish last do you quit the race?
cuz if you do then let me be the first to say your a discrace
i put his own club to his face, and put that bitch in his place
get the baby powder, ima leave my hand on your face
now whose the bitch, whose the one that will remain in his place
on the corner of the street, makin my money all day

[B-Boy.FReaK]

Let this wannabe go thru his repertoire all day./
cuz in reality, ya really got nothin' else to say.//

Everyday I'll be hearin' the same ol' g-talk./
and watch these "dope" fags come and c-walk.//

Go to school Legion, and learn hip-hop history./
and stop claimin' that you're the hottest g./
Or maybe the fact is too complex for you to see.//

In truth, you don't make a penny off of no one./
let alone own one; know where the hell you come from./
Puttin' on fake swag when u prob went alone to prom./
Like your reekin' rhymes, consider yourself done.//

On the verge of pity, that's where you put me./
Ya talk of bitches when you yourself ain't free./
Hilarious dawg, fuckin' comedian to be.//

Not Legion; too sacred for a mind strayin' far./
Ya ain't a congregation, all your pieces are apart./
broken altar, destroyed by you, the human mortar./
Lemme just say, look at the first letter of each bar.//

[huffking]

i didnt read your verse, cause i didnt wanna waste time/
i dont even know if i should waste punchlines on this small fry/
im kinda tired too/
so what the hell am i suppose to do/
when im tryna diss a guy who reminds me of the bottom of my shoe/
and i dont mean i stomped on your face dude/
im just sayin the dog shit on the bottom of my shoe kinda reminds me of you/
so yeah i said you remind of me shit/
and the next guy will probably say im a bitch/
or that im gay cause im tired of this weak shit or cuz im ending this rap stating you faggots to suck my dick/

[B-Boy.FReaK]

Did I hear a dog barkin, a cat screechin'?/
I'll kick ya outta house, goddam weakling./
Arrogant ass callin' himself the king./
self-important bastard, come up to the ring.//

Maybe you're right, you might be a "huffking."/
lookin' for dope, you go runnin' around sniffin'/
an impatient dog that can't wait to go snuffin'/
hopeless addict; a matter of time before you get done in.//

No place for you here, at least not for a prick/
callin' ppl faggot when he asks them to suck his dick.//

Bottom of the shoe? You're below ground level./
Unassigned even to the lowest caste: a small gravel/
even angels gave up on you so they won't sing you a gospel./
Drop to hell: that's your reality, useless mongrel.//

[huffking]

kid stick to the dancin, the mic is too smooth for you to handle/
dancin and rappin doesnt go like soccer players and open toed sandals/
shit is fuckin ugly embarrasing and pitiful/
my damage will leave you critical/
both mental and physical/
youll have permission to/
fuck your life seriously literal/
ly youre not fuckin with me/


in fact my 12 year old brother wrote everything above/
ive been sittin here ready to cut out your lights like a plug/
youre annoyin like a bug/
so i do the usual like a thug/
squash you like a cockroach and slide your remains under the rug/
why am i wastin my bars on this lame/
its cause faggots like him are ruinin the game/
cock blockin my game/
im tryna get some brain/
from your sister who says my name/
to the point where you rip out your hair and go fuckkin insane/

[poisonivy]

You're not rugged, the thought of you on top should not go public/
you want to do what you cannot and that's the whole subject/
You knew when you were 12 years old all your jokes dudded/
now your little protege will also get his bro mudded/
You wrestle with eachother, you might as well diss your little brother practice more on him before you kiss your mother/
with that mouth you need to get discovered/
insist the hunger that is evident is there because you switched just what your/ allowance was for something to huff, whatever that is. You need change your name into something that's tough/ The energy you possess will trickle out when your session is over/just because you don't possess the skillz when you're sober.

[undefeated16]

im sitting here tryin' to think of something to say. nothing comes to mind, except ya'll are gay. even you nigga's that posted back in the day. i aint trying to come at you on some dumb shit. but its hard when none of you know how to spit. come on, im only 16 and im on some legit shit. you keep comin' with that stuff that's weak. ima keep comin' till i reach my peak. but i'll warn you, my shit gets deep. so deep, it's like im rippin' you open like an animal. with lyrics so real, nigga's be sayin' "nahh it ain't possible". just open ya mind, and think optimal. if you still say i can't. think Obama. Put a .45 to ya girl after i cut you up, crazy like Osama. I know you realize what i say ain't a joke, so now its your turn, remember not to choke.

[VerbTech]

<---istolicee

poisonivy and undefeated, please break your ish up into bars. people don't bother reading it if it's just a big ball of crap, regardless of the skill that lies within. and please don't misconstrue that as me saying yall's ish is good.

[B-Boy.FReaK]

Meh, I'll just go n diss undefeated

Ignorant fool claimin himself undefeated./
It's cuz no one gives a damn; don't be conceited./
If you thought even for a moment you're so dam dope,/
well ya just lost hope; go hang ya self on a tight rope.//

n if you're so dam real, how come I don't fuckin' feel/
like you're talkin' logic; you're brain's literally ill/
like an AIDS patient tickin' minutes before he's killed./
can't even cut the bars; don't even fit a rapper's bill.//

Ya can come n talk about spittin n rhymin'/
when you can actually do some decent writin'/

They all say age doesn't mean shit n I will agree/
only becuz some people are born with right pedigree./
but ya ain't; you're just a hard-tryin wannabe/
who's tryin' his best to sound so fuckin' gee.//

face it kid, ya can't talk shit about other's diss/
when you yourself only spit absolute shit like this./
You're talkin' abt peak? ya got a long way to go./
But first, get off randomly callin' others homo. (fuckin' overplayed)//

[undefeated16]

ok, so b-boy freak/sounds like a fucking geek/ you're tryin' to sound hood/ but ya shit just aint good/ sayin' im an ignorant fool/ ya shits so wack/ even ya girl says you a power tool/ and no i didnt split the bars/ i was too busy cutting nigga's and leaving scars/you say that im a wanna be/when your the one whos a fake gee/ ya rhyme is softer than a teddy bear/ look in ya mirror/ya full of fear/ spittin' on a computer/ come rhyme with a big shooter/ i dont even know what to say/ ya shit is just too gay

[B-Boy.FReaK]

Sigh... dunno wut to say, ya just tryin' na play
here with mad overplayed bullshit every newcomer says.

Now the actual spit..

Still haven't learned your lesson haven't you?/
Well I guess you didn't comprehend cuz you're a dam foo?/
Makin me reiterate wut I've said cuz you got no clue,/
I really do feel like a geek tryin' so hard to teach you.//

It is your liberty to say that my shit ain't good/
But please point out where I even REMOTELY sound hood./
Your perception of gang n hood is just too fuckin' crude./
and that's precisely why you don't cease to misconstrue.//

grow up son, I don't even have to mention the force of ma rhymes./
Maybe I was too sublime in talkin' sense during yo guidance time./
If I was, I apologize, overestimatin' intellect really is a fuckin' crime./
now I know your cranal capacity is a size of a fuckin' dime.//

Oh, sidenote, ya don't cut shit, let alone land a fuckin' hit./
Get that straight thug man; we don't call nursery rhymes a spit.//

[Semi34]

Freak style in the making? I think so
You belong in a freak show, and your big toe
I should re-iterate too and i'll say it again,
"Don't pick up the pen"
Learn how to spell and then you can click send
Of course you sound hood, or maybe you should
With unkept words and freaky limbs like noogs
That's right I made that up, for you deformed man
Your manly structures are weak, that's why you're called a "b-boy"
I don't even dance and I can say that you're toy
now it's the ploy of the soy, sour and freaky to most
Get those eyebrows fixed bro
So i'm not distracted when you boast
The hype is clear now and i've burnt you like toast.

[Static-shoc]

alright listen to me/you the bitch with the bad part and the weave/ named somthin like semi/so automaticly i roast you/ like good mc saposed too

[B-Boy.FReaK]

haha tellin' me not to pick up the pen?
when you're the one just typin' with no plan? funny man.

There's another kid here who doesn't listen too well./
n this punk's tellin' me to check how I spell.//

You're a comedian mothafucka, you've net urself a hookah./
Whoops, you're probably on it right now sittin' on a bar.//

High-ass shithead claims to be a writer; well you're a bother./
The biggest disgrace to the profession, might as well be a martyr./
and go burn yourself on a stake; that's you're only chance ta barter./
your worthless existence for a value as a goddam gofer.//

Even know wut reiterate means? Cuz ya don't seem to./
When the fuck did you even talk to me useless fool?/
Cuz I don't remember hearin' any shit from you./
Nothin' from a retard usin' idiotic shit like noog.//

No wonder ya don't dance; stupid n lack flow./
simply blow too much that you bring me woe./
sorrow for a retard gawking like a stray crow./
sayin' shit abt b-boyin when he doesn't even know.//

I won't even tell you to fuckin' come back./
you're too ignorant, better off gettin' high on crack./
rest of ya life, wasted n slowly rottin' black./
Semi-complete brain that simply just lacks./.