OKAY....BRING IT.

This nigga's got issues,I'ma let his psychiatrist handle his shit ,cause I'm done....he's so blinded by the ass-whoopin' I gave him,he now think he can hit back with that shit?!GET A MUTHAFUCKING LIFE YOU NUTCASE This ain't about how much cheddar you got,don't get it twisted kid.

Bantu in the buildin,title be wise up my children / Cold ass rhymes,y'all must be heathens / I challenge none,sick,make y'all look like nuns / Your girl listening get babies even before she come(orgasm)/ Y'all put me to sleep and I ain't talkin about bed / Bored unconcious in hospital cause of what y'all done said / Ass kickin,harmless verbal affliction/ Can't call it science but definitely adds up to fiction / Deviate from battle to gossip,thoughts like which MC it / Suck a tit fake MCs while at it get a first aid kit / Y'all handle rhymes same way vetenarians handle shit / Looks a'ight to y'all,fact is y'all stink

This especially goes to the m-------r thread creator.

Bitch without cheadar you can't do shit//can't get no respect even if you rhyme,niggers will use u like bedsheets//i feel sorry for your kids,they'll be feeding on Dog shit//or maybe you'll break your bars for them to eat,nigger you'll have to spite//Get up outer ma face punk,you broke Ma'fucker//nicca accepts that he's below the poverty line,comfortable with it,living like hooker//Nigger you need prayers,don't worry,i'll help get you to the priest//or maybe your demons are too high,ma'f*cker go see an Exorcist//fangless snake,can't inject no poison//you is just an epidemic :oops: waiting to be treated,Vaccination :lol: :lol:

The Don
Punk,HOV has mad flow,but if he didn't have no dough,he would be no show//now that you know,get ready to be decapitated,cause i like it done slow//

hey u bantu bitch, dont come spitttin bullshit about MPERIO.....tha thread creator......that cat rite there will battle u kwik wticho wack lines.....foril bitch.....so shut that trap b4 it get smacked tha fuck up. but if u want that cat.....then u gon have to go thru me. WORD.

i gotta feelin that Xtrim=Mperio

Ive been Urgin.... to battle this broke down Version of Marshall Mathers...//
He think he smooth like Lotin or Lathers he dont get it he only Partially Gathers..//
WHAT DA FUCKhe probably thinks its a Candy Making Organzation....//
He even so stupid, he put No under Sex on his Credit Card Application....LoL//
Let me lay down the Rest, cuase this Guys Spit is gonna be about as Real as Pam anderson's Breasts//
I'll light you up Like Diamond Incrested Platinum...Take his cash then Crush And Flatten Em'//
Im comin up truly the Realist From the Streets,This cracker think he can spit cause he's da illest from Malibu's Suites//
He probably some outkast that got that Got Banned restarten And Deletin Da Deafeats//
Now You lose Once More..Pickin battles With Old Ladies is what he Hunts For...//
Even if he found one and My spit is off the hook and his is Horrible its the perfect example of Controdictory//

Harmless plastic,your bomb lyrics got diffused / Accustomed to loss, your shine like buried jewels / Handle your tools ass kisser,what I see is neglection /Short of perfection like a 3 second faggot erection / Lethal injections, get awakened by demon sounds / Black gown out the closet,the box is where you be found,hell bound / You more like smoked-weed the pope-did / In another life hangin with peeps he joked-with / Get it, you's a story way in the past / You'd have to reincarnate 10 times to satisfy being whack / Honour no ones presence, your esteem's a smoke-screen / Eternal sleep is the aftermath of your rhymes like mor-phine / Got imperio's back, smell like the same pussy crap to me/ Postin raps on each others behalf, thats a bitch move to me / Battle live in your face while you still searchin for the coiner / And your girl still havin miracle babies,go ahead and phone-her.

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Dun f*ck that weak shit/Butcher spit rap u 'bout start'n swallowin' nukah squirt/ son lyricly shallow u is/i'm fame pirp taste me on ur girl lips/
How u think ur style could shake me/like Kelis ur jus' milkshake baby/ drink u out of a straw.... yeah u that small/see pebbles' long been ur highes level/ i seam to walk on u, spit at u an' piss when drunk of o' Henny/ been spittin' on cold steel since bubs hit clubs an' huns drop panties/ now u got loud last nukah came feable.. cripple now crawls on crutches/oh u still coughin'/ not long since nukah got choked on tha stick slurpin'/ i'm not ur average i spit summin' savage/ 4 sure not that rah rah street garbage.

come at me pebbles........
u aint vapoured nobodys ulter ego wit ur vapours.

Knoka

I can't understand overnight mcs that can't afford//to get broken with a mic where there's with or without a cord//so i grab hiphop right before wack mcs infect it//contact it to your forehead and slowly make you respect it//then inject it,into your system,then when your veins start Purlsating making you elope,Vaccination :lol: //So put your best against this it don't matter who flows//when they step in ma direction,ma Revo slows they rows//cause ma brain tells go against the grand//cause all these other niccas i hear all be rapping just the same//But i spit flames,i kick ass and take names//FUCK Graphic this cold shit should replace them frames//i hang up on the wall next to el paso//listen to wack mcs like these,punks can't hastle//fuck with the nicca one more time,you be feeding thru your nosal :oops: //
Nigger ma auky style of rhyming is ahead of it's time//i make words connect lovely like corronas and lime 8) //so where you your rhyme's at,break a mouth,don't be scared show me//every time i flow i feel like you bitches owe me//the one and only,illson The Don//been in the game ever since you were in Dipper one//you's just a used up detergent,or maybe a cynical pawn//can't take me down and i'm your Target :roll: you'll vapour before it's Dawn //centi,milli,grams and kilograms better get your act straight nicca your fucking with a TON// :lol: :lol: ...

The Don

Now beat that clown :Dsmile but u'll soon frown :shock: //all ur effort goes to waste,bitch i already got the Crown

What's dudes problem,e'rytime you gotta spit some whack shit you gotta holla ma name?Graphs got mad paragraphs and you know that,but before I unravel the whiz beneath the turban,Just remember on the scale of two to three you just Met-a-4 :x :x :x

The greatest sign of defeat is denial,nicca can't hit me back//yapping this wack shit,punk u's wack and that's final//can't believe i wasted ma time on this bitch,nigger ain't even a challenge//

As i stated b4... bitch.,so where your rhyme's break a mouth don't be scared show me,everytime i flow i feel lke this bitch owes me.

I was sent with a blessing, to take out the best from this contest/
Got no fear with the rest, coz when i diss i leave em depressed/
Make you feel the essence, show you whos inteligent
Been all around these fuckin streets like 50 Cent/
But who's the best wit the flow thats magnificent, you dont wanna test me
unless you bring a referee
listen kid i was meant to be, phophetic type of shit i spit
an optimist who dies with a crisis
leave you down dead, go to war with no vest
i know you probably a critic/ tell me how many mics i get??!!.......