"Ra-pu-ta-tion" imma bwt ta "wrap-u-tyt-son" cz u dnt evn got a "re-pu-ta-tion" u lyk a "rare-puke-mutation" thts y u isolated in "seg-rigation" u need to settle down lyk "sedi-mentation" n b sure who u dis in ths "real-pure-nation" b4 u gt "spotted" wit bullets lyka dead "dal-mation" I just played wit ur name for "demon-stration" ur future been scaduled for "demo-lition" boy u bwt ta get a real-castration u dealing wit da devil's re-encanation how dare you call me out from hiber-nation nw Imma scatter ur matter on ths cyber-station

Let me swop ths "track" n change th "beat(bit)"/ I c u like my "(c)rap" bt u say it aint "shxt?"/ Imma bury ths pussy aftr I kill it/ take his cerebrum out n drill it/ moreover u'll get wacked n get slit for insulting the champ/ now th bar is escalated n u startin to feel death/ i came to destroy ths fake rap u crapped/ cz u reek wackness on every part of ur interlect/ dd I defuse u yet? No? I'll punch u!! Nw thnk bwt tht/ u a gay moron jst shy of running in heels on ths deck/

i jst murded ths fagot on hs own shxt

So The mummy came back.. I thought u dead bt anyway I can fight ghosts too.. let me teach u something in few lines..

U dropping shxt I hard wire your fanny rap Shut the fuck up When I pyremany-yacks Asked your mother "Tell me truth bitch, really? Can he rap" She said "Nah! He's a liar of canny sect" After listening this Your mouth should be literally zipped I warn you to leave the art you're slippery with Your wordplays are whack like an impact of mac hitting your back I got nothing to say about the following jokes you cracked First you should learn whom to challenge & whom to not Because when u mess with a lion, You gotta end up living/dying a fate of goat

I think you have a scanner fit in my toilet seat, the way you copied my shxt But you for-goat one thing pussy, you can't be me, You still sloppy by wit I'm a vet from toe to head, You're nothing your cock is dry bitch Writing weak lyrics You can't rap on I can say You gon choke at high pitch Your rhymes falling off the cliff below the standards I had set Too much bad words are bad for your health Kid you need bed rest I'm fed up of your childish lines So Imma speed up my delivery like Fed-X I can't waste no more space So I cut your shxt here & Paste-e-side you to a dead pest

Boy. I improved ur crap here jst to show u how its done/ whn it comes to ths rap here u lyk a nun, u get none!/ U so constipated wit ur word play u need a laxertive/ I pack a punch wit every word lay n adjective/ whn u first dissed me I expected u 2b hos-tile/ but you got no-style so u turned out to be hoe-syle/ my rhyme so "neat" in its "tex-tile"/ u been studyn every lyric in my work-pile/ u compile a file while u envy my style/ ur eyes yellow lyk u "spilt ur bile"/ my rhymes eat n "split ur beli"/ ^I re-arrange th aphabet cz rhymes so heavy^/ pyrotech incenirate every fagot near me/ now who got a scanner in th lavetory/ u jst a scammer after my inventory/ i stay ^ontop of my flow lyka cruze ship^/ while u ^fell of ur boat wit a bruzed hip^/ dnt ^got ur feet wet^ wit ur loose lip/ ths boy's an amateur I dnt evn loose sleep/ u aint worth commin at wit a loose whip/ imma end this here cz Im getting carried away/ here's a body bag cz thts how u gettin carried away...

"U so constipated wit ur word play u need a laxertive". In my opinion ths dud desplays no creativity whn it comes to wordplay o nameplay. "Spilt ur bile" "split ur beli" > "i re-arrange th alphabet cz my rhymes so heavy". Get it? Split split then bile and beli. Re arrange th aphabet.. I think u shud get everything else.

also yellow is th colour of envy.

and whn ur bile spills on ur liver th symptom is th eyes turn yellow. Incase u dnt gt th punch

I rep my raputation You can't handle my bars You're no shxt on this planet, perhaps u should try on mars You need a-steroid to even fly with a red bull How can u shoot this star with the punches that horrible? C'mmon man; You know who the king is Leave that Barbie doll and stop being pinkish I'll hang you on my crossed-list like a painting The total stars u gonna see to-day is my ranking Either I win or you lose, both are the same thing So why fight a lost battle dumb penguin? Your lines eating dirt like crash landings It's no test for me, I'm just doing sampling

Ths dummy say I aint creat-ive/ bt Im th God tht creat-eve/ outa addam n ths rat who hatin/ its sad cz u fuckin up ur rep-u-tation/ u shud rili b silent cz ths aint rap u statin/ i spit evil cz lyricly I was made tru satan/ this is futile u aint gonna win-bra/ fuck zippin ur lips. I compress u in win-rar/ cz Im th flame tht put put th shine in-ra/ I got th pyro flame tht burns iternaly/ whn u read my raps u combust spontaniously/ RIP you lil bitch I just read ur eulogy/

You're no match to me So stick to your whack flame I got a lot of water for you just drink it like a pacman You see clouds over you? It's gonna be a whole lot of rain But don't worry I'll shower these bars So you get a neck pain So you wanna play but it's game over for you You dancing on my bars So you're a cute bunny too I'm like a king and you should obey like subjects If being dope is a crime then I'm the prime suspect But I don't like hand-coughs It hurts cuz I spit fire I'll ensure every ferric atom of my bars get into ya stomach & you shxt wires!!

U ryt Im no "match" for u Im an "everlasting flame"/ here to blaze and eraze ur neverlasting fame/ how can u claim to put a bar above me?/ whn u stil in pink playn house wit barbie(doll)/ u so below my level you under~range/ u nt "big enuf" to touch my ^bars^ u "under~age"/ thts y u throwin fits at me you under~rage/ ur life so brief u dnt feature other page/ im droppin so many bars around u in a cage/ u only a student n u tryna battle a sage/ thts y frm th beggining u been under siege/ wit no real skill u will b gettin hung off th bridge!!

This is the last time Youll be seeing a Knight I'll take out ur eyes & You'd register no sight My skills will give u an illusion of two For me, You're as strong as a wax statue I'll break through your firewall Clearing your browsing history Come out of your phone and punch you digitally You'd cry like a baby having his diaper wet You're just a wannabe gangsta inside a fibre net I bet you'll leak your pants if you ever see a gun Go home nigga Your bragging is done!

Im nt th typ to step on people normaly/ bt sum cats need to b reminded tht thy under me/ I rili thought ths wud b a battle lyk in normandy/ bt now I feel lyka bully beatin ths kid relentlesly/ I mst b a pain in th tooth lyka cavity/ cz Im sittin ur fly ass down lyk gravity// i pack th tech to break ur neck/ n th sec Im back I tyk ur sack/ u puke so wack u lack th tech(nique)/ to stack a deck wit lines o crack(dope lines)/ u a joke u slow poke bloke u broke/ we knw u lyk ta suck cock u dork/ imma cock a glock n let u choke/ u aint sick bt Im th doc u seek/ i got th cure 4ur writters block/ pyro despensing a fresh rhyme stock/ i jst burried u wit dat stroke/ nxt tym watch th fires u stoke// fuck it! Im tired o beatin this dead meat/ he aint evn on my level dnt knw y he dnt quit/ its un-rewarding battlin wit ths piece of shxt... u can closeth thread. I aint wastin another rhyme on talent thts dead

You may run away But we're closing no thread You got your nose in this threat Now I'll show u who's bad See, You can't get away with that "broke stroke stoke" shxt Today I'm gonna cook defeat & u gonna taste it So hold your tongue when u talk kid If I ever go past you, be assured I'll leave your history distorted Battling with me is like having your morbidity recorded I'm so ill I'll leave your soil's microorganisms in disorganized schizophrenia My rhymes are much more bloody dangerous than wrestlemania Don't get your brain trapped in my bars, they're harder than the tests of aptitude Rhyming nonsense words in the latter half of ur verse doesn't mean u good, it means you lacking concepts dude Hide in any underground tunnel with your whack rhymes, I promise I'll track you With a sign of Seedy/CD music you'll leave behind like a clue So ur actually woolly When u think u levelling me While u can't even see me 'Cause I'm above the sea/see level but my rhymes are DEEP like M O B B I don't play GAMES but when I do I fit EA between B..T and deliver it to my enemies Tryna Flip it and catch TB patiently F%*kin' featherweight I'm the first person you'd ever hate coz I'll make you a candidate for the waiting list of death ceremonies Come here, I'll say you a prayer one last time in a bar among all these ironies... #RIP #pEACEOUT

Pyro dis nigga's dead man I'm throwin a towel

Your bf is ripped kid

rat mutation. Mayb u rili are too dense to get it so let me say it. Th point of this was to prove u nt on my level. Now any1 who comes to 2rap can read this thread n judge 4themselves. I dnt need to reply to everything. The people will judge... As I said. Im done with this battle. So go back to pre primary n pick on a girl ur own size