How many times have I dissed the guy?//
You scream when you fry//
Because no one fucks wid Owen//
I walk ina room and the pimp juice is flowin'//
Like how Eminem says White America//
This is the little white boy's ownin'//
I surve the raps out to ya//
I'll spin you a fuckin' round and throw you into a truck//
You be like, "I'm okay."//
The truck's on it's way to Mexico and then your fucked//
We'll cut your arms and legs off//
Chuck you down the well//
Down to hell//
Quick like Nes//
See I'm da best//
Comin' in ya house//
Ya better ware a vest//
Man I can't use dis//
Your girls's like floaty pads//
Pop once, and now she's useless//
But I'm used ta dis//
Family Tree//
[]P [] []\/[] []P//
It runs in the family//
No bitch, or maybe it's just me//

[AzNbReAkA]

bboy bird, itz time you get heard//
but not in here fool, you got no skillz to emerge//
at least ta me, probably couple of other headz in here//
the time you lose yourself is drawin near//
the time that comez, the time you fear//
the time when you know you suck at evrything you do, you know your through//
make your next move, you see what i'm talkin bout newb//
evrything i'm sayin rite now, may not be true//
but i hope it getz ta you before you say nemore shitty linez//
probably gettin someone else ta write your shitty rhymez//
thatz the number one crime in the emcee world//
so ima hafta beat you up, get you curled//
hearin your rhymez made enough people hurl//
ya gotta put down the mic, get bak ta breakin//
cuz in this game itz not like wat you think, your jus fakin//
makin me hafta repeat myself bout crazy foolz tryin ta do this shit make ya awake//
snap outa this dream ya emcee fake//
shit, you need ta get outa hip hop, the whole thing cuz u make it look like a joke//
need ta stop doin evrything hip hop related stop makin me provoke

haha, jp, ya doin good fer a newb

[puertolumbian]

i make the azn shake and collapse every time he hear me/
thats why he fakes to rap when he really fears me/
he should stick to breakin cuz yuh suck at rappin/
everytime yuh spit, yuh sound like a clown and i cant stop laffin/
my rap is as rich and rare like sapphire/
u? yuh rhymes no good like *dom racin wit a flat tire/
step up yuh game cuz u just in denial/
even if yuh did kill me, id come back in revival//

lol. j.p...i was listenin to nas

*fast and the furious

I doubt your theory of revival, just like I'm doubting your survival /
It's time to say your prayers, so get out your Qu'ran or your bible /
This Peurto kid right here's getting more "cocked" than my rifle /
Your rhymes are recycled, time to make you my disciple /
Talking about clowns, when you belong in a circus /
You ain't a gem, not even a rock, you're crap's-worthless /
It's you versus me, and you appear to lack-verses /
While I trap-cursors and advance to stack-herses /
Controlling your mind as the spit I just spat-disperses /
Can't take the heat? I'll make you sweat like GAP-workers...

peace. kinda turned into a freeflow. whatever. too stoned/

[GORGANUS]

son ya style could'nt pop-off even if your style came with corks,
that try study my gorganistic flow with scientistic dorks,
ya dogg wistle flow sound much better in the dark,
i'll put more breaks on your please stop style!, like 10 cars park,
you cant get ass if Mc Donalds sold it on the dollar menu,
faggot ass cat got dudes taking shots behind you,
you not two, so stop asking LL to rock ya bell,
cause from ya freestlyle are you a boy or girl? i could'nt tell!,
you could'nt smell, a clue if Scooby Doo was on ya side,
my lyrics are like a gun shot son so duck and hide,
just abide, by my rules son and you wont turn out ya light switch,
cause from that last freestyle man....shit you still a bitch,


just playing man

[AzNbReAkA]

gorganus, i've been dissin you too much//
haha, almost outa linez fer you, even though you already outa touch//
i still got energy left ta beat you up, get you to the hospital, come out with some crutches//
later, invite you fer some tea, get out some teacups, and now to top it all, this wasn't a really big such//
at the end of the day, i'll start ta lyrically smack you //
critical mass bein poundin on you, you can't take much more of this attack even makez YOU look like a newb//

haha, i really have wasted too much shit on you, lol
jp though man

RESPECT

Yo AzN that last rhyme was fuckin' whack//
I usually punch bitches//
But you'll get a slap//
Man, people say I should loosen up//
They don't know I got pussies like you tryin' go up mah butt//
See I came in da room and stole a lady//
And you cryin' on da floor//
Fuckin' baby//
Guess who the lady was?//
It was ya mom//
I took her out back and shot her on the front lawn//
Then me and GPRGANUS's girl went and fucked all night//
Had me up in the air like a flying kite//
She came over to me and right away//
She dump's you and says you prolly are gay//
It's okay, the whole world doesn't hate you//
Well, okay, they do but at least I don't have to be racial//
You put on gloves and call it a punch//
Sorry ya missed//
Now you'll be eatin' a brass-knuckle sandwich for lunch//

Just playin' man.
Peace.

[AzNbReAkA]

haha, that was the lamest i've seen for my emceein career//
shit, i havn't seen that worse period in more than a year//
all you got up ur sleevez is commentz bout who bein gay//
shit, none of that shit is gonna get me pissed any day//
lets leave our momz outa this one//
before you make me pull out my emcee gun//
strictly jus for damagin those who are weak//
hearin you moan soundz sweet as tangerinez, ya rhymez have too much leakz//
coulda peek, maybe meet some true emcees//
only "emcees" you know have 10 girlz and ride limozenes//
shit, ya need ta wash your mouth clean//
shit, you've already cuz evrytime you burp, out comez listerine//
now if that wont work you need ta keep your mouth shut then//
you studder on your rhymez, you alwayz end up shru-ten//
you need ta go back ta a lil kid, go back to ya baby pin//
cuz the way you emcee now, will never get you a single win

jp man

[newBreaker19]

azn dont hate on bboy because he is gay/
its not his falt sucking dicks his way/
Its time that you stick to what you/
sticking fingers in your ass one or two?/
maybe your queer ass would like more than three/
when your done ill ask you more and youll answer maybe/
but dont be shy when asking for more/
that would only make you look like a hore/
so come one let go of that homosexuality/
come on azn get back to reality/
so chill/
take a pill/
dont let that ass spill/
let it fly while doing your mill/
after all you do break/
after my dick you have shacked/
i wount say that too much/
maybe your gay ass may get a cruch/
but ive hated to much on you/
ill stop saying things that are true to you/

sorry azn dont take it personaly, im just kidding
respect to you bro

[chard]

yea yea, i know this is as shit as it gets, im still very newb

talkin bout fingers in asses, that shit make me wanna puke
if anybody a fag here....its most probably you
your rhyme consists of only homophobic put downs
your left on the ground, im just doin my rounds
my rhymes are insane and raw, leave you breathin thru a straw
u aint seen styles like this before, u standin there, with a dropped jaw
ill cut ya, like a hacksaw, the crowd begs for encore

j/p newbreaker
no beef intended
the next guy probably gonna tear me up hard for this shit rhyme

[Mode]

i'ma tear you red-raw as i said-before,
leave ya'll as a dead-whore on the red-floor,
faggot you've had-it your dick aint a mic, unhand-it,
you your shit's so wack the mod's should ban-it,
i'm pull out my chainsaw lyrics done cut through your core,
watch in disbelief as your organs fall to the floor,
crowd close they eyes but cheer for more,
fear me more hear me roar i'ma tear you apart i'm sick of this whore,
i laugh as you fumble-a-verse stumble-an-curse,
tumble-face-first i'ma kill you come back an rumble-ya-hearse,
fuck running circles i'ma run figure 8,
ya'll got trigger fate means when i squeeze this 9 bullets dissipate..

meh, i aint feelin it.

[GORGANUS]

ya style could'nt fuck shit up if it came out my ass,
my rhymes are like air school, cause i'am dropping in first class,
son your half ass, half pass 7 and i'am still rhyming,
cause my stop clock flow is just too fast so start timing,
i'am rhyming, this shit for the previous guy,
but now i'am thinking if the previous guy is bi,
from that wack-ass-verse, my shot gun flow-just-burst,
now you see white-like-nurse, straight to the graveyard-in-a-herse,
fuck ya bullshit shit rhymes, and ya faggot Minute Made flow,
cause my rhyme will make a Mountain Due a hand stand on the elbow,


my bad that was for chard
Peace

[Mode]

ya spittin is class nigga please do the math,
'cos ya'll gon' suffer my articulate wrath,
gorganus it's simple an plain-as,
i'ma 'mobb' you an leave you 6ft 'deep' so ya'll can be 'infamous'
half past 7 an 's time for your bed i rhyme as you said,
dissin the previous 'cos he thinks he's good but he must be delerious,
his lyrics be inferious in comes mode mysterious,
listen-here-miss, i know i cause you a lot-of-envy,
diss me back bictch ya'll can not-offend-me,
leave it sweet an short lets see this illiterate bitch retort,
this shit is a sport and it's obvious in school english you weren't taught..

peace, i'm wack tonight so anyone wanna have a go at me.

[puertolumbian]

*mode couldnt flip anything even if he was wit 'flipmode'/
he like a squirrel on the highway to me, make him part of the road/
my rhymes explode like a bomb in a war/
dis like the **nets vs. spurs...check the final score/
ill give yuh a tour of how a real mc writes/
its a club in my mind and there's always fights/
i put my 9. to yuh skull and watch u bleed/
my lyrics are my weapons, just gimme a pen and pad cuz thats all i need//

im tired. if dis sound whack...go f**k yuhself....lol. j.p

*i think gorganus used this b4. dunno. o well. wth. screw it

** i cant believe the NETS LOST!!!!THAT SUCKS!!!!!!!!!I WANTED THEM TO WIN!!!!!

Homie fuck with me and you end up dead like your Grandma//
Being the money or end with no popularity like newBreaker//
Ya mama can't talk to me 'cause I'll break 'er//
Yeah people talk a lot of shit about you//
Beat up your friends then I'm back on ta you//
But by the time you're flat on ya back yo daddy can't find me//
It'll take all Hell to bind me//
For like a day and it's back to the streets//
No cloths and no shoes on ya feet//
Stupid broke little retard//
Hey Mode, no wonder you got no girl//
You packin' a chode//

J/P.