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yo nigguh my rhymes are sick//
biatch just like yah lil shrivel d**k//
so u callin me a boulder b***h u dah block head//
the niggas on my block wear red//
but ******** the bloodz i'ma a one man show//
i'll take yah a girl juss like a free hoe//
then wehn u go to prision//
them niggas laughin at you cuz no circumsition//
i'll burrow in yah mind//
and guess what i'll find//
***** yah head is empty//
i thought soo comin up against me//
boi to this game i may be new//
but unlike you forever i will stay true//

Yeah I notice. But you know I still had to quote this
You need switch your aim man and change the focus
Cause I'm Moses with my foes sending heaven sent locust
Propose to you that if I'm the rapper next
You need to take Wu-Tangs advice therefore you still would have a neck
I break em like beat drop kicks ensnare opponents
Let their tombstones read "Look there's a donut"

notice this dude disses himself more than I can
Fishing for offense and found tires. I am
Sam compared to this Cat put his brains in his hat
Put his mouth on the barrel spit his name in this gat
See can be a gangsta too, these just words
Ya'll see I spit it straight, he just curve
He just pervs, and lives within his own reality
But all his mentallity is made up of fallacies..

ok all ya talk about fishin
i call it bitchin
quit wishin ull never become
what u had invisioned
now just listen
before u start that fake dissin
now im gonna finish this
cuz lyrically u aint worth a ******** it u aint worht this diss
when people like u rap
i swear ignorance is bliss

Mr. ABC is going steady on this wack s**t
Uzi down your throat that's why you begging for a rap (click)
Cause that wack s**t spitting needs to kill itself
Find emo track and begin running till there's nothing left
So you'll stand alone way away from me
You run afowl grab a Yellow Card raise it make it sunny
Cause that's only the sun will shine on your parade
While I lay the Reign on you like Cee-Li fantasy (heeey)

(MF Doom- Podina)

I see we got a small fry when it comes to a diss/
but when I'm on da mic, you don't know whats bigger, my di** or my lyrics/
'cause when you verse me, you must have some serious balls/
'cause whenever people battle me, they go a couple of yards until i crack him and starts to crawl/
why this guy even here, he hasn't been through te war/
well guess what, the war is back and the Masta is screamin' for more/
smackin' every rapper that think he can pick up a mic and spit out a line/
'cause whatever you say is whatever could be a lyrical crime/
I don't care if you at my funeral because I could give a fu** who is there/
but if you piss on my grave, you get pissed on by the devil, then I'll be sayin' it's fair/
'cause you already sayin' you the best and the unique one from all the rest/
with that kinda mouth, you'll get either get a di** or a bullet in the chest/
then we'll be seeing who would be shoutin and cryin for help for all eternity/
so unless you want to be shot with my rhymes, you betta let me be/

sorry, but I didn't know you were going to do it. Of course, you can't really tell me anyways. but sorry anyways.