[StReEtWiSe]

Here I come with another rhyme/
Dissin whack MCs like Gaunt I shouldn't waste my time//
Rhymes like yours are dull you're never gonna shine///
You couldn't shine if we placed a spotlight in your direction/
Trying to hook up with another gal but all u get is rejection//
Da only weed u be harvestin is ya rose plant/
Your a pest but i dont need bug spray to squash u like a ant//
You say u got a lyrical heater but im still feelin like ice/
Beatin u is like a piece of cake here have a slice//

[Mode]

Bboy Jcock, my shit's gon' heat up as i spit molten rock,
shoot-to-shock your wack i forgot shootin blanks with yo' glock,
your punches fly right by me i lay lyrical landmines to harm thee,
this one man army bomb you like america bomb saddam see,
my dads spankin-my-ass, you gave him-that-class,
said at him you-had-a-pass couldn't keep yo' dick-in-yo'-pants,
as for gaunt yeah, i'ma fuck-with-you skills your stuck-with-few,
i spit steam condense ya'll like dew, come back an burn you an your crew,
all you spit is about repeatin but not one emcee you be defeatin,
faggot creatin another emcee waitin to be eaten,
i'm twisted make the air from your lungs distant,
leave you an Jroc together to get fisted an where are your skills? i musta missed-it,
whatch as your demise be fortold we already seen your wackness unfold,
my sixth sense, it get's cold* as another dead MC get's outsold..

just playing. peace ya'll

[Roc]

okay...

dumbass, they call this "diss the previous guy" for a reason/
my task is different though, coz it's the "Mode huntin' season"/
ha, don't even let me start on the misuse of ya hyphens/
ya got so much for no multies... nice? not gonna happen/
ya must have a dry pen, shit, and a cheap pad to match it/
check ya flow, it's more "choppy" than bloody chapped lips/

[Mode]

took your time to 'regenerate' bitch, your a wack degenerate,
for heavens-sake ya'll so easy for mode to manipulate,
all you do is stipulate, you aint shit, aint even articulate,
getting beaten of late, ya'll think your great,
i 'rain' ya'll 'dissipate' need to accept your fate as a fake,
the mic's to heavy for you to take, step to me watch your wrists break,
hold up wait, my flow is 'choppy' 'cos ya'll in my 'wake'...

peace, battlin the best, only way i can get better. thanks Jroc.

[Gaunt]

Go ahead and get regenerated/
While im here gettin venerated/
My words like a serrated blade/
Still slicing as you fade/
Tearin up your rhymes/
Leave you askin for more time/
You think your shit is dope/
But you end up hangin from the rope/
Just like all the rest/
That put me too the test/
Now whos been manipulated/
I leave your rhymes here mutilated/

[BBOYTANSHIN]

prepare to be incinerated//
cause i'm gone leave you ventillated//
from your weak ass rhymes ill will you generated//
so in my mind you penetrated, revealing hatred//
saddly i thought it would have faded//
i got a one star rating, you got none, space still waitin//
see i'm here till this feelin i got articulated//
i got yo neck in a noose like a python, reticulated//
see the rules of this game been stated, previously//
been stipulated, i hope you sadated//
cause this pain i wanna inflict is, elevated//
twelve fold by the mind from within//
see you tryin to battle with me, listen//
this here is like fuckin with sin, you get burnt//
eternally, jump of an 82nd floor ballcony//
cause battle with me is suicide, leave you ripped//
mc's whisperin premeditated homicide//
so many punch lines i cant decide//
if you were a king this would be regicide//
still can't decide, these thoughts i cant reconcile//
fuck it leave you dead, yo grave defilled//
you lived revilled, now you six feet deep//
the error of you words you reap, consequences//
you been left vaunerable, with no defences//
bitch step of!

yo niggas is just playin lucky you were last huh, killed two birds with one stone.

EDIT: from "fuck it leave you dead, so grave defilled"... to "fuck it leave you dead, yo grave defilled"

[Roc]

ya call ya self Tanshin coz ya starvin' for attention/
ya must have ADD or a bad case of expirin' pension/
look son, drop the insurance coz it'll be of no use/
i'll kill ya anyway and leave ya folks with no "juice"/
fuck a truce, peaceful deals are for bitches-and-two-fags/
this nigga so confused that he pairs Britches-with-du-rags/

[Gaunt]

So now i have got the best/
This puts me to the test/
I dont care bout the rest/
I'll put you under lyrical arrest/
You call yourself a bboy, the only thing breakin is your neck/
Here runnin your mouth, and you'll end up on the deck/
So you the mighty Jroc?/
Well you can suck my cock/
You still be runnin from my glock/
Goin back to your flock/
They aint gonna stop me/
They will all run and flee/
Im the lyrical assassin/
Everybody I surpassin/
My rhymes will leave you stunned/
You realize your outgunned/
Now the tables turned round/
You can sit your ass down/

didnt leave me with much to work with there jroc :P thanks man

[Roc]

best, test, and rest? easy kid, that might be too much for ya age/
who am i kiddin? it's not even enough to make a diary's front page/
this fag can't handle my rage, he's too soft... got no potential/
think ya can take me to the streets? man, fuck yo credentials/
ya missin' the essentials, so incomplete like a car with one wheel/
i wanted to eat ya up but ya wackness drove me to "skip a meal"/
here's a deal: leave this place now and i will choose to spare-you/
come back with another diss after i drop this... i seriously dare-you/
don't ya care-fool? ya should coz ya stupidity is burnin'-ya-game/
shit CaUNT, ya don't even have any... look as i'm turnin'-ya-name!/

[Gaunt]

callin me a fag, you gotta be kiddin me/
you gonna have to do better if u wanna get rid of me/
i am here to stay, cant you see?/
you see youve done it now, you missed your chance to flee/
you say i aint got no potential?/
my potential is presidential/
so im incomplete, you still cant compete/
you see thats your mistake, you chose to spare this/
so here i come i to throw you into the abyss/
you throwin all these puches, everyone of them has missed/
usually you got better, i could spit better shit pissed/

[Roc]

think one-line spurts are cool? no... it hurts-the-eyes/
ya rhymes are never integral, in fact, it blurts-out-lies/
ya gettin' cursed-on-by, Jroc himself... check it: die ya fat fuck/
the wreckage of ya "tracks" be worse than the collisions of trucks/
ya inhibitions really suck, coz they demean the nature of rap/
i see ya openin' bottles... is that you're idea of "bustin' a cap"?/
kid, take a nap... and while ya at it, point a gun to ya head/
fuck sleepin', coz you'll never wake to see ya brains fulla lead/

[Gaunt]

when you look at me think of the reaper/
endin peoples lives with the use of my heater/
here you are standin here sayin my shit aint cool/
youve now crossed the line from dope rapper to a fool/
we are now engaged in a lyrical duel/
all this shit you spittin just addin to my fuel/
you here saying my shit spurts lies/
well how bout this eventually everybody dies/
its your turn now, step up to the plate/
its now time to feel the wrath that comes from my hate/
damn straight i open bottles, they be full of gasoline/
throw em through your windows and burn the place clean/
me with a head full o lead, only in your dreams/
im gonna pound your head, get it breakin at the seams/
you want me to be dying, ill only leave you crying/
takin all those hoes you spent your money buyin/
callin me a fat fuck, now who be lying/
my rhymes are superior, there aint no denying/

im trying. i still dont think i can compete with you Jroc. peace

[GORGANUS]

your a funny cat Gaunt, saying when we see you we see the reaper,
my your shit just says (Gaunt new member) you dont have a avatar or picture,
giving J cock props, like his ass is a god or something,
just another newbie kissing ass, shit you aint holdin nothing,
ya ass is nothing, like a bright empty room,
i'll got ya ass rapped up more than mummys in tomb,
shit i assume, i'll take this broom and sweep ya like the playoffs,
your Huggies flow cant stop the leaking bitch cause ya so soft,


just playing

[Gaunt]

now i got Gorganus spittin all his gayness/
he saying that im nothin an im nameless/
i holding a rifle, got it aimed at your chest/
if you were to hide i think it would be best/
talk about mummies, i scarier than the walkin dead/
shit you must have three of em, munchin on your head/
not even a newbie be spittin shit like this/
if you keep talkin shit youll be swallowin my fist/
i gonna take that broom and beat you round the room/
leave you more fucked up than if you were on the 'shrooms/
now im gonna go and leave you here to think/
while i go over there and have another drink/

jp

[GORGANUS]

ok whos this fake cat talking about he's holding guns,
ya style has no beef like a Big Mac just lettuce, tomatoes and buns,
see your the one, that cant even freestyle for shit,
with a sign saying (cant rap for crap) trying to spit on the toilet,
ya style is more asses out than babboones spitting to the wrong tunes,
those cartoon network flow are more dried up than prunes,
your about to take an L like you stole it from the alphabet,
your just a faggot thats tied up with his pants down screaming (NO NOT YET!!! )
lyricaly i'll hit you with ill punches that'll make you internaly bleed,
hey what you know this diss will make 100 in this thread, damn!


just playing