Raian: LOL!!! just realized i got the thing all fucked up! thx fo tellin' me

my violent punch noises make u shut up in ur room with yo' hands on the ears/
fear to face the facts, u ended yo' career, and disappeared for a whole year// 1
came back and still got tears in yo' eyes, and can't see clear/
compare to me yo' skills are nothin' but like the clothes i wear// 2
if this is a battle with you, i will scare u easily without care/
it would be unfair, u ain't goin' to be prepared, like u stepped on a bomb when u playin' solitare// 3

pz

*edited*
grammar mistake..

[mothafunky]

this fools gettin killed while im rockin-tha-house/
jroc can't talk back with all that cock-in-his-mouth/
ya assault hits about as hard as a dove/
if rhymes was mittens u like o.j., can't fit in tha glove/
but im sent from above, rippin ya fake bars/
ya rhymes about as tight as retired porn stars/
so ya verses is the only thing thats violently "revolting"/
like a featherless bird, ya rhymes is too trim from molting.

peace

[mothafunky]

yeah, my verse was directed at jroc. sorry bout that peeps.

peace

[Bboy_Hypnotizer]

spitN these madd tyte lines that rush the ears wit the "eardrum- breaking-effect" to diss the previous guy/
whaa chu lookN 'round for Bboy_Jroc u were the last "flow from-forsaking-reject" to try/
thinkin high of ur lines,it only takes my "toprock" to "break"
ur "harmless-like-wind-from-ur-breath" flows/
dont chu get it im sayin ur whack n embarrassN to this community like a "coinless-tyke-sind-from-whore-heath" that blows/

[Raian]

b-boy hipnotiser,
i'ma make you none the wiser,
writing rhymes of ear drum breaking effect,
quit while your ahead you be losing respect,
i'll shatter your spirit, of course you wont hear it,
your eardrums are broken, from these words i have spoken,
these word i be shoutin, pour over you like a fountain,
crush you like a mountain,
it's time you quit tryin,
your messin with death when you try an diss raian,
i cut up your ass like a lawnmower on grass,
come and join the mass,
your just a toy, a baby's rattle,
your under my spell, niggas follow me like lost cattle,
your hypnosis to me is just an illusion,
with those whack lyrics you usin.

[bboy_diesel]

I'm a bboy I dont rhyme/
But I can strait up tell your skills aint worth a dime/
So suck my fucking nutcrackers/
All of you, thats right you fucking slackers/
When you was a baby, an your mom did crack/
I was a baby, already hittin the double airtrack/
I can do windmills easier than you walk/
My footwork goes faster than you can talk/

Ok... i posted on here solely for the entertainment of the person who gets to insult me. INSULT ME WELL!!!!!

[Noche Rock]

"insult me well!" sure, what the hell. lsiten up b-girl/
the only "nutcrackers" done by you, was when your girl hit them pearls/
nah, actually more like nuts of squiirels/
but you get where im going, your style makes me hurl/
if you were airtrackin/
then i was slappin you,wakin you up from your dream, denoted as b-boy diesel smackin/,
b-boy diesel attackin, Got Skillz? is what your lackin,/
i've already dominated you, i have total control over you like the movements of a maniquin,/
stupid newbie, your like a tiresome prosti, face full of make-up, forever crackin/
now get the hell away from here, bitch go get your things packin/
your leavin, yous never was achievin/

alloy's posin for men, yo... seems like his "game's stuck"... similar to a frozen nintendo,
he thinks he's flowin like a "draft", but that can't be... cuz i been closin the "windows"
i left ya girl laced and smashed... and your body's gon end up in some hearse, painted black.
took me to court...phft... bitch, i've never seen worse cases passed.
dual me? ten steps, turn, shoot... but on the first pace i blast.
you're now afro-american, cuz i spat flames at your head, now your whole face is black...

just tryin to get my mind off my struggles....

Alloys a weak cat.. comin with weak raps, who ya frontin on? I'ma freak that//
alchemist, just freeze-facts.. or heat em up.. fuck ya skills your shits been welded//
you think youre an "Alloy".. must be when "wack and a computer" are melded//
ya felt-it?.. thats your manhood flyin out your ass crack, no skills, I straight jack that//
man youre bars couldnt be more sloppy and disarranged if you was a pack-rat//

[Raian]

yo pop tart, think before you start,
that last rap was whack man this is an art,
no time for your skillz, like you poppin laxative pillz,
to make you come out with that shit,
kebab up your ass now you is a spit, roast,
i have no need to boast, my words cook you like burnt toast,
that is all for now, to me you will bow,
next time your on show, try not let your raps blow.

[Noche Rock]

call the secret under-cover cop/, Boogie looks like razzle is havin an affair with Pop/, teaming up to bring down this lyrical giant, but im too high up top/, ima give your heads a little chop/,now you're verbally challenged, well damn, now you listening to Kidz Bop. =)

[Raian]

b-boy alloy,
i'ma send you out to sea like the B-Bouy you be,
just you wait and see, when this giant comes you'll want to flee,
i'ma deliver your ultimate doom, it's over you which i loom,
like some higher power, over you i tower, watching you cower,
to me your nothing but a flower, that my words crush,
can't stop me when i rush, my lyrical genius makes you blush,
so now it's time to hush, but your out of breath,
i am your death.

[GORGANUS]

call ya self death, ha i'am the fucking reaper,
you'll be the first emcee on breakdance that got killed from a sleeper,
take a breather, ya going to hell in quicksand sinking deeper,
my lyric's are monsterous like a unstoppable creature,
ya whole body got fucked up, lyrically i'll change ya feature,
this is just a weak rhyme son, cause that shit you spit was weaker.


JUST PLAYING


GORGANUS HAS SPOKEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Bboy I/Self]

gorganus has spoken and not a soul remains changed//
so keep countin those bus tokens, stop workin mininum wage//
stop going to the hair shop askin Koreans for micro-braids//
stop gettin drunk wit strangers runnin your back like a train//
these words keep fightin me, i gotta knock out the page//
put a verse in a chokehold and drop a 'Bo on each phrase//
Imma tell you now, yo my rhymes aint fly//
and every word i write's wack, then again, i compulsively lie....

Peace fam...

[bboy_diesel]

FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!

You may be able to talk... but can you walk?

DANCE MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!