The Diss Thread

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_SG_ said:
Trying to break and enter my house just so you can read it

Lemme get this straight...
im tryna break into your house? find your material and read it??
dude you wrote it down? wierdo!! anyway..you think i need it???!!


hollabak
 
It's the reign of my terror in terraces tearin off faces and lets/
Analyze anal retent-iveness in this ivy I'm swearin, tourettes/
Plagued on my play date and datin' a playstation/
Playin lady layin lazily on a hammock on the day I ration/
These rags and riches are taggin ditches with flags that signal/
A bad spot for spindles of ragged spittle/
A rag to spit on ain't bad if this song comes back and rips off/
The mask I've split in half and soldered to my face and it talks/
Of prophecies not always improper when it comes to intellectual properties/
I'ma be spittin more words lyrically comparable to Homer's Oddyssey/
And you oughta see the otters we fought at sea with not a steed/
Instead we all would plead with Triton and he brought us free/
Sea horses and seed portions to plant trees more than a hundred feet/
Tall growin all over halls with cough drops hangin from the limbs that I saw/

What the heck just happened? Sorry.

-E.T.
 
man?? what are you talking about?? do you even know?
stay away from long words, in depth metaphors and seeds you sew
of trees you grow
to u hundred feet or so :confused:
anyway, dont get me wrong, im liking your flow
its just that you typed a whole sh** load
and didnt say sh** though
 
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Hatin' on verbal anonymities you just can't understand
MCs that'll rip your spinal cords out with bare hands
Barren lands of disgrunted nomads that'll merc with no purpose
Squeeze the life out lungs and leave your remains deserted
I slayed others back a few days with the same method
Left their torso a few miles where their limbs were disconnected
Infected am I, roaming what used to be home but turned hanass
Now the eyes aglow, walking around aimless leaving MCs torned to shreads and brainless
 
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Defeated,
your rhymes are worse then scribled
graffiti, in comperable needing a treating
subject rhyme set needed proof reading
stop rubbin you own d**k it's bleeding,
I sell what you needing
eraticly typing tryin to show you ant feining
you grimy,
please beleave me u's an internet g, b.
Im street like the curb
every where ya heared me,

all in fun get at me again....!
 
yeah, your as street as they come
see a gun you dont run
walking through the ghetto with a pc on ye shoulder
blasting cypress hill, while you rhymes gettin older
but you're fluent in html aswell java
at the pc, posting verses... in ur gangsta pyjamas
 
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now, i admit i'm not the best
but on the real i'm still lightyears
ahead of the rest
still they stress, trying to catch up
to me but they can't and
never will ya better off standing still
homie, now you like damn dat nigga lokness
is stylin on me,
Du1896 i guess this goes out to you
change ya name to Doodo, cuz ya freestyle is doodo
plus ya breath stanks smelling like hot booboo
you can now return to previous state of mind
and i'll return to mine,
have a good day and thanks for ya time
 
Homo rhymes!! yall get filled in the gap of ya rear/
last 3 posts were from ho's who need a pap smear/
i get no fear off you haters im past ya years/
the master of gears, i switch to leave you smoked here/

What i wrote here is banana's i sit back and eat it/
everytime synthetik rhymes i cant seem to feel it/
the vibe seems so fake, artificially made/
full of fun and games/ and so is ya name/

no funds! so lame!/ i lift tons without a strain/
im a heartattack, back like, when big pun was in pain/
this is big fun and ya names taken in vien/
Useta smoke rocks now i just wear em mayne/

a representation of how we rolled, we're cold/
all black and spit flames that burn like coal/
foul play to each soul/ no defeat, no polls/
born to do this, translate the first egyptian scrolls/

your a midget who folds/ no b!tches no ho's
no cash, no money, no hunnies, no dough/
nothing's funny if your broke/
Im like dummy when you poke/

Each rhyme aint touchin mine
thats why i didn't feel it when you spoke/
your girl dont feel ya when ya in her neither/
should go get a sex change its cheaper in indonesia/


f@g. hahaha

Edit: last 3 posts were from ho's who need a pap smear
 
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skillzzzzz/mayne dont make me get on him
he like a dead party/lots of juice no gin
he tryin to sugar coat each and evry rhyme
ok we get it/you got skillz in da bed skillzzzz
but only wit dudes who you tryin to teach some skill
like "o there you go, yea put that there let me get a lick of that"
"yea just slide it in real nice n slow then we gonna make da boat rock"
but ok ok nuff of dis gay ****
ima start to get into some hot ****
like/when da stoves on n boiling the water
i could have you desolved like my coco powder
and yea you right....someone will stayed left smoked
but its gonna be you befor you get thrown off the bridge
and when i say thrown i dont mean throwed
n you liking bannanas is good
cuz i got lots of those kinda clips for wanna be gurillaz
n you should go back to your day job of smokin rocks
cuz i got some kids on da block thats money hungrey n bout ready to pop off dat glock
this is just a short segment with no thought at all put into it
just emagine how ill my flow would be if i put work into it
like i put work into the streets
but exept it'd be over beats n not stoves
n iv you take this seriously skillz/****ttt you gonna end up wit mo then jsut a broken nose


holla!!!!!!!!
 
@ Skillz

You just a average rapper
useless like USED pampers
full of sh*t
dont feel...
you just cant comprehend this
Its not your fault my creativity is endless
yours is well...Edited.
April 03 they need to amended
Stop you coming back
You stay on my d**k like I was selling you crack
fidgety little f**kaaaa get off my sack
they empty, ya moms done handled that
broke her off proper, she keeps coming back
Talkin bout girls, My chick id body you
But any guy wid a girl would probly bother you
Honesty in truth tell everybody how you only like dudes

keep it commin.
 
you gonna make snap back like a rubber band
going round a gwap full of 100s
bag full of rocks
box full of bullets
drawer full of magnums
stash full of blunts
cubords full of pickle jars
trunk full or raw
pants sag cuz i got my homie wit me
ready to feed anyone 18 words
maybe 8
sometimes it could be 6
see you not like me boi
so you wouldnt understand
the metaphoric flowing outta my brain into the tips of my fingers
so you a lost sole or a used tampon
if i was you id pick the used tampon
cuz at least that way you could say that you got some pussy befor you died
but we all know you a pussy that dick rides
see me
ima loner
im alone
thats why i stay wit my one n true only homie thats covered in crome
cuz evrywhere i go no one respects me
untill i show his grill
then they start shown love sayin yo this son is ill
you tryin so hard to comprehend this n you better stop
cuz im way outta your league n you gonna get a blood clot
shawty i got money comin from alotta ways n your moms is one
cuz she stay on da corner round 2 AM to 6AM gettn that cash
shovin dicks in and out her ass
blown grass blown rock she a junkie for that herroine n personally i can say she sucks good ****
so quite tryin to eliminate me
cuz at the end of da day when it all said n done im not a rapper im just word play crazy
kinda like eazy wit his double gauge
il come in your crib n pull a tripple gauge
leave brains all over the flow
blood all over the carpet
due all over the curtains n residue on my gloves
it dont get no better then this the streets say im a wildin thug
but im one of the realest out just like hell rell
shytttt befor him you coulda called me ruga hell
all this was goin through my mind way befor i got da la la la
so say good by to ya da da
cuz la la la lalala is gonna be the cause of a de de deth deth
to your da da da dada
cuz i gave him some ****ed up green laced wit crystal meth
so as you can see i dont stop kid
im like a heat seaker dont stop till i hit my target
so try to spark that bytch
while you on top of your gramps tryin to bust a nut bytch
 
blizak said:
skillzzzzz/mayne dont make me get on him
he like a dead party/lots of juice no gin
he tryin to sugar coat each and evry rhyme
ok we get it/you got skillz in da bed skillzzzz
but only wit dudes who you tryin to teach some skill
like "o there you go, yea put that there let me get a lick of that"
"yea just slide it in real nice n slow then we gonna make da boat rock"
but ok ok nuff of dis gay ****
ima start to get into some hot ****
like/when da stoves on n boiling the water
i could have you desolved like my coco powder
and yea you right....someone will stayed left smoked
but its gonna be you befor you get thrown off the bridge
and when i say thrown i dont mean throwed
n you liking bannanas is good
cuz i got lots of those kinda clips for wanna be gurillaz
n you should go back to your day job of smokin rocks
cuz i got some kids on da block thats money hungrey n bout ready to pop off dat glock
this is just a short segment with no thought at all put into it
just emagine how ill my flow would be if i put work into it
like i put work into the streets
but exept it'd be over beats n not stoves
n iv you take this seriously skillz/****ttt you gonna end up wit mo then jsut a broken nose


holla!!!!!!!!

the most gayest quote was the first line/
"get on me ?" U need to get on the tip of my nine!
i gotta lotta juice, i aint gott alott 2 lose/
so if the gin ever appears means im pissing on you/

im listening to you, rhymed with skillz twice/
isnt that something only a b!tch n!nigga would do?/
and you boiling water is an example of it/
make me MILO b!tch and add milk in it/

After that drink im gone/ so is your life/
U like prostitutes cause you aint even tight/
ill have street boys run in ya house and tip toe/
while you replying back at me and smash your nose/

your a liar pinnochio/ Fp know right now! your nose grows/
your nose goes low/ same with your dough/
i destroy all your creditbility & your ability to flow/
cut ya tongue off, add oil, and fry it over the stove/

Now try and talk over me, bout some net sh!t
only clip you and synthetik got is hair clips/
or nail clippers/ manicuring youselves as a baby sitter/
im a grown man yall still some baby n!ggaz/

still got baby figgaz/ my lil boys got baby triggaz/
stick a nina in ya ass, there called baby fitters/
both yall get eaten like pan fried fritters/
brittle bodies, yall some crazy little kritters/

i sip lemon bitters after i destroy these fake wiggaz/
synthetik from NZ, but over the net talks like a real n!gga?
dont yall use clicks and pops in your language/
go back to beat boxin' all your tracks are garbage/

sell your equipment, and go lift boxes in a warehouse/
and 4 domino boxes isnt a home! its called an airhouse!/
ill huff and puff to blow that thing down/
You live in the country where they filmed lord of the ring wow!!

Do you have midgets and eleves who come steal your food?
Do they jump on the pc? & Come on fp and ghostwrite for you?
So are you really in huts underneath the green pasture hillz
ill delete ya fukin family, leave you a bastard for playing with skillz.
 
dude gon make me get my pimp game on n smack him to the right
now to the left
leave nothin for this lil hoe to be left
he talkn bout popin off nines
all that means to me is that he really dont want his enemys to die
how you say that you got block boys that stay on your grind
cuz i be checkn up on all my block boys that stay popin off da 45
you tryin to hard to ghostwrite eliminate me
im just doin this for fun cuz when it comes down to it ima BLOCK BOY BABY
so with that said right there ya i give ya your respect for this word play baby
but i got your babi girl in da trap house ridin dicks like crazy
remember when jock came out with that motor bike dance
well she was doin dat way befor up and down on my pipe
how you gona say i have no flow kid
you must be concited to the max if you think that kid
cuz my flow delsoves you like hot water n raw
keep thinking your raw n ima have that 3-57 coem straight through your jar
ima freestyler with no sense of comon or no comon or sence
oglabangdis ya i no i dont make no sense
but it still sounds good tho still keeps the flow going like you got hit in the nose
keep up the silly noise n ima have to spark a spliff
right befor i spark da 30-30 n exterminate your kids
i cant say man you know da bizniz cuz personally you dont know me
but you recite another line with da word wigger in it ima have to you show me
aint no games bout what me play
and no moive i dont use blanks any day
aint no reset button so you cant get away
aint no pause button this aint tv are you ready for your final day
cuz the judgment day is comin
n if i catch another case ima have the judge erased just like you
kill da chief n the sheriff n his deputy
this da real world B but it aint on TV
after i look through the scope n pull that trigger you literally have like .1 second to dodge it baby
and there aint no comin back where you gon be goin
yea i know im goin to hell but it dont bother me tho
cuz me n tony montana will make it like a heven down there
thats just a metaphor for how good of a block boy i am
and you come in between you gonna be counting sheep like
DAYMN!!!!
 
were you absolutley serious with that wack verse?
im curious do u walk around with a sh!t head shirt?
 
HAHA


Yo Skills you lettle bustard
I got **** masted
you the nu mike jackson
all f'n plastic//

you never gona make it
with beats you cant fake it
rhymes you can mistake for being a G,
but on the real all you is, is a little wona-be//

talking bout guns
first sight of danger this n*gga gona run
you a nancy boi, like hot cakes for ya bun's
im solja i sceam n*gga cum get some...!

if it bleeds i can dead it
i bless you this time home's ya now indeaded
ya hopin that im a set it
you sit a your screen dreamin 4 street credit
ya bank accounts in debit
ballin n*gga 4 get it
im fly you just a maggit....!
 
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since we all dissing skills, let me say i doubt your rhymes
and stop talking about guns, you cant even count to nine!
im bound to shine, in a battle, so just dead the beef
you must be a well rounded emcee, you got no edge on me
 
nar we ent on skillz we chattin bwt jim reaper
finkin e can chat but e gtta dig a lil deepa
im frm da uk undaground scene
wer my lyrics ent always so clean
so fuk wat u heard before
cuz i change manz mind 2 world war
its nt da pas we goin in world war 3
its bwt lyrics or u wnna tke it physically?


!!DUNT WTCH DT!! QUIK FREESTYLE TINGG
 
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Synthetik Vibe said:
HAHA

Was i meant to rap that in a islander voice? :monkey:

ill let yall know why i got the edge over over yall/
Im' in the country where well push u off niagra falls/
in the states were free, creative and innovative/
your still strugglin in the land of the natives/

obvious why u hate us/ ya women wanna date us/
world know we live, yall just underground fakers/
playa like me, im getting that undaground paper/
deep pockets, yall some part time home makers/

Call me michael jackson hes the king of pop/
Im just like him when I let the thing go off/
5-0 find you in garbage bags when the stink goes off/
im a cool dude, so dont ask for the mink to go off/

Undeneath the jackets is 2 strapped 4 you f@getz/
2 hood when i got the plastic/ 2 good im drastic/
clap at ya legs lets watch this boy do gymnastics/
flip backwards and concrete is your mattress/

All street sh!t, no beef sh!t, friendly on the net/
like jim i reap sh!t, peep this, no enemies on the net/
its all fun and games to me/ plain to see/
if i really had beef, id hire some junkies to do it for me/
 
Beef,
Whats beef
this is hoanin my craft
eething Skillz spits only makes me laff
i'm islander fo sho homies
native to the core
6ft 4 ninja built for war
a legecy of worriors pumps thought these vains
all you got is a legecy of ninjaz in chains,
yall make make me laff,
USA just a bunsh of f@g's,
your land is a joke
you say ya ballin but cha country's broke,
hated by everybody ya on red alret,
**** kid's shot each other in shcool thats oboserd,
yall are hard headed ant none of ya learn,
so like cross ya shall all burn....!!!!!
 
Synthetik Vibe said:
Beef,
Whats beef
this is hoanin my craft
eething Skillz spits only makes me laff
i'm islander fo sho homies
native to the core
6ft 4 ninja built for war
a legecy of worriors pumps thought these vains
all you got is a legecy of ninjaz in chains,
yall make make me laff,
USA just a bunsh of f@g's,
your land is a joke
you say ya ballin but cha country's broke,
hated by everybody ya on red alret,
**** kid's shot each other in shcool thats oboserd,
yall are hard headed ant none of ya learn,
so like cross ya shall all burn....!!!!!

synthetic vibe.
I aint got the time,
for your cheesy one line.
you say your ready for war, my beats will leave you crawling on the studio floor.
Asking lil biatch puffy, were's the back door.
Then next week yall be begging for more.
The only problem you have no clue what's in store
 
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