[GORGANUS]

thank alot BBOYTANSHIN if you did'nt crack on him i would

give him time he'll understand that how all newbies are, and Bboy Nosy if you got beef with me you fighting a one man battle you wont win! thats just childish and from what you did you proved me right

no hard feelings, jut hard laughings

[Mode]

your torn peices left with worn feces,
fecal amtter fixed with blood splatter cease this infernal chatter,
step up to this batter watch this fag an his whole crew scatter,
hell yeah your through can't believe how bad your rhyme blew,
expect more from you but still you persist with skills to few,
fuck you i bring new shit to this game,
unanimous vote i claim the fame,
leave ya'll in the ocean to-tug-ya-chain, put a slug-to-ya-brain,
Mode ya'll can aim-to-get-us soel survivor i make this-game-vicious,
i ya'll can't-dismiss-us, split personality double the man for-your-missus,
natural born sinner in erry battle i come out the winner,
fuck this begginer i'ma eat ya'll for dinner rhymes aint phat they just get thinner,
never was a debate my first line and i had you sedate,
try retaliate i smother you, laminate, your so easy to intimidate,
ya'll lay mortar for your lead shoes, leave you in lakes for fish foods,
count the sheep bitch till we next meet pray to god it's in your sleep,
greet you and leave your ten feet, under,
silent screams as i tear you asunder vocal cords ripped out and pludered,
your odds are 1 in 500 boy, with those odds, your days are numbered...

peace my man. and nosy, before you mess with the GOR, ya'll got to get through me first. step up.

[puertolumbian]

first of all, u aint strong enuff to kick ass/
u couldnt even run away frum the *scene of the crime* cuz i hit yuh too fast/
gave yuh whiplash, and when i got done i thru ur ass in the trash/
checked yuh pockets for cash/
took out ur own lighter and turn ur bones to a mound of ash/
now how do u like that yuh retard, my lyrics so hot, i gave yuh ear a rash/
taste and see that im too hot to handle/
so back away from the wax cuz u cant handle the candle yuh damn hoe//

[Bboy Nosy]

whats up--Yeah anyways i got no beef i just dont know what the hells going on. If its about dude sendin to me after someone else sent to me, it's all good man i'm used to gettin hated on...heh
but no seriously no beef with no one-hip hop is about entertainment
much love
nosy
(and if someone could explain whats goin on id appreciate it)

[Bboy Nosy]

oh ok i see-its bc i quoted him-wow-i wouldnt think all that commotion would be raised oversomething so minor.....

[GORGANUS]

yo i dont hate you man these are my family and you could see,
cause when you copied and paste my rhyme it's like you were lashing out at me,
even BBOYTANSHIN noticed thats why he gave you a second verse,
see peeps here are all family, and we take care of each other like a nurse,
Mode felt this shit too that why he blast ya ass wide open,
he thought that we had beef but to let you know he was only jokin,
bottom line man is RESPECT and to be honest i love everyone in here,
so RESPECT to all freestylers even you cause we have no fear.


again man no hard feelings its just that when you quoted my stuff that felt personal, but its all good you did'nt know that it was wrong i'll never quote anyone else man just diss the previous guy aight. peace and RESPECT

[AzNbReAkA]

gorganus, the underdog tryin ta play this game//
but hez covered by a big ol' fog damn, thatz jus way too lame//
keep tryin, but never will i stop and think then start buyin//
keep liein, still won't win u nething damn ya need ta stop cryin//
will you ever learn from your many mistakez//
your makin my comebak a peice of cake//
rake you up like i would a vampire, holdin my stake//
then i'd realized you aren't dyin cuz you're jus a fake//
swift and swervey u tryin ta sneak across me like a snake//
but watever you do, i can't be shaked//
tryin ta make be all nice and lyrical// spit it//
ya can't do shit for your levelz critical// hit it//
ever heard the advise ta quit, yeh, i think too many timez//
jus about as many timez that u've rhymez//
you damn right ur an underdog//
you'll never rise up in this game you're too shitty, playin wit pogz//
use ta flippin a coin ta see wat rhyme ta repeat//
but either wayz itz alwayz gonna end as defeat

defeat/ me defeatin u, lol, jp man

[Mode]

Penetrate your surface on purpose fuck with me ya’ll leave in the first-hearse,
A cursed-thirst I step up an niggas dispersed ‘roll’ on you like I was ‘Fred-Durst‘,
Rip ya’ll to pieces that’s my thesis endangered species I’ma take your nieces,
I don’t flip your faeces your spent diseases my retaliation never ceases,
Contain your brain with your negative fame wallow in shame as I own the game,
Nigga you can’t handle the pain your crew together is tame alone your just lame,
Lyrical heat spitta a real MC I’m never a quitter rhythmic head splitter,
Just a straight tripper a nigga you never fuck with-a I scold an I shiver,
As these punches deliver your scared quiver my finger on my 9 miller,
Watch this snake sliver strike an spit silver cause ya’ll to wither,
You’ve lost clout, your dogs got a wet snout…’cos it’s the only way you put out…bitch.

j/p bro, next please.

[Gaunt]

Go ahead let your finger quiver on that trigger,
While i pull out a weapon thats bigger,
Im supposed to be scared, i just flip you off,
Look at your 9, you forgot to take the safety off,
You may not flip faeces but you spin plenty o shit,
You better shut ur mouth or you gonna get hit,
Think your a real MC, yeah we'll see,
After you see my shit, you realize you cant contend with me,
You think your lyrical?, shit thats hysterical!
For you to become lyrical that would take a miracle,
Now i have shown you the game you will realize whos lame,
As you can see your lame rhymes have been put to shame.

Okay Gaunt, here we go//
I'ma rally this mothafucker up like a BMX show//
Hunt you down like a hound//
Smellin' your fear//
While I push you into the ground//
Next I'll slit cha throat//
Throw you in da moat//
Have you bobbin' around like a root beer float//
That shit you spit was totally gay//
You must be having an off-day//
You can't battle me bitch//
You step up and you'll get squirreled//
We'll dis you like you're at bboyworld//
Gaunt should be shown like this *****//
Please wait whlie I take a piss//
Punch me//
I can guaranty you miss//
Beg while I crack the whip//
Drown in your puke while I sink da ship//
99% of the kids in schools that raid 'em//
Are like that way 'cause I paid 'em//
Columbine dreams, columbine dreams//
Test me kid, you're ripping the seams//
Know that//
Fuck with me and I'll lay ya flat//

Heh heh. I'm done with you and you're 2 measly posts.

(J/P bro. Welcome To The Boards.)

[BBOYTANSHIN]

i think not, swallow yo words//
callin n*ggas gay, yet you love the d*ck enema*//
you the seminal gay, f*ckin subliminal, spray//
all i gotta say about you is yo name,... true//
funny how it rhyme with the word poo//
feaces is that in which i cover you//
lyin in pieces, in which i ripped you//
i shred you, f*ck i aint through//
my aim true, i come straight, lettin nothin skate//
no longer open to debate//
any lower and you could never rate//
standin at hells gate, you just bait//
testin faith, perseeve your fate//
i exist in many states//
hell fire and brimstone, i lay mortar//
yo gramma leave you in dilema//
f*ck how you love this d*ck enema!//
now listen slick, inject-drugs- in-ya veins//
leavin yo weak ass in severe pain//
this shit so intense, aint stopped by novacaine//
you pack more fudge than pilsbury dough//
and the closet games you hide, we all know//
tradin insults, see how low i stoop//
f*ck it dealin with you i need a poopa scoop//
let me deal you in, let you in tha loop//
cause no matter how hard, you can never join my troop//
a f*ckin circus, maximus, collosieum, i gladiate//
this shit you radiate, stench of crap that permeates//
exasperates and damn near axfixiates//
throw yo force to knock me out//
funny yo words so weak carry no clout//
if this was a fight it'd be a tyson bout//
with you face up in the ring, first round you got knocked out//
no doubt, you flounder drown like irish trout//
the only reason i dont step to thee is cause i'ma spend//
weeks cleanin you of the bottoms of my sole//
i'ma step on thee, let me see//
i terms of height you dwarfed you 4 foot three//
the time i read yo rhymes i had to laugh with glee//
clearly i'm in no danger as the bummble bee aint got no sting//
i pluck of yo wings like 5 year olds do//
yo ass could get served by 3 year olds too//
quotin nursery, impervious to yo, lesivious//
bull shit, you too shit, and spew shit//
you takin direct hit but to dumb to know to stay down//
i ma finish you leave you lyin prone//
knocked out like you just smoked yo first cone//
i could step to you with 1/4 ass rhymes, you meek//
i have the superiour lyrical physic//
well f*ck you f*ck this no longer shall i speak//


just expanded an earlier verse. yeah i had nothin to say really. a lot of bullshit mostly.

[Gaunt]

he may stink of faeces but you spittin shit/
now sit your ass down before you get hit/
reapeating your lines, multiple times/
come on be original, get some new rhymes/
you exist in many states you previously stated/
to bad in all of them by everyone you hated/
talk bout gays, seminal sprays and dick enema/
beginnin to sound like a homo seminar/
talk about never rate/
you barely rate/
with that 1 star rating/
thsi means all these nigga you be hating/
mess wit me you get knocked tha fuck out/
i leave you with no doubt/
that the lyrics i be spittin/
every time they hittin/
leave you on your ass/
mouth full of grass/
put my nine to your head/
and you end up dead/

yeah im new...so what :P if im shit tell me

btw thanks for the welcome power trip

[Mode]

I’ma hypnotist, tricked you into thinking you were a ‘dope’ lyricist,
But really you hit ‘n missed got flipped ‘n dissed,
Tripped on my fist I’m sick this muthafuckin communist,
I’ma slit your wrists my nine’ll be the last thing you kissed bitch,
This is reality another day you wont live-to-see,
As I leave you to pray-to-breathe guess ya’ll will think again befo’ you hate-on-me,
Best-believe-me I’m as seen on TV, an he who try-deceive-me,
I’ll-relieve-thee so swift-an-easy put an end to-this-treaty,
Time-is-of-essence ‘specially when your countin-your-blessings,
The hours-your-guessing your powers-digressing your stressing,
From prison confessing how you got locked down for child molesting,
Got caught an convicted now your space is restricted ,
Take the soap off the rope ‘cos for ass your addicted,
I’ma have you runnin-down-south blaze my lyrics till the bullets-run-out,
I’ma put this-one-out shoot-out-his-clout of that there-is-no-doubt..

word bro, another member for the diss thread team. respect bro.
peace.

[Roc]

this "one man army" needs a one time beatin'... i came to do it/
ya can't spray me with bullets if ya had machine guns to shoot it/
ya wackness? lose it... as a matter of fact, bag-ya-self/
fuck rhyme spurts coz ya way worse than faggot-elves/
go shag-an-elk, yo... i suggest ya start packin'-ya-pads/
ya only scream at me when ya daddy's spankin'-ya-ass/

[Gaunt]

So I have another rhyme spittin repeater/
Like the other he will fall to my lyrical heater/
You best run from this muthafuckin communist/
Cuz im gonna scare you like the cuban missile crisis/
I aint be hatin on you/
I be blastin on you/
I'ma never be put away for no child molestin/
The only thing they get me for is weed harvestin/
Try slit my wrist with a nine, you lost ur mind/
Soon you will find that i dont mind/
I take your nine and use it myself/
Put a slug in your head and put it back on the shelf/
The cops will roll up to find you dead/
See the whole floor stained with red/
Lying in a pool of you own blood/
After drowning in this lyrical flood/
Then you really be on TV/
Shown as the guy who fucked with me/

peace

damn it someone posted like 30 secs before me....this was at mode BTW