who ever wanna battle come thru

[LionfromtheLake]

that's hilarious, that's why your a 36 year old bald dude with awful shit on your myspace, Your just pissed cause you don't know what else to do. I'd lash out too if I was incompetent. Yes it has everything to do with doing it live you dumbfuck that's called reality. Why would you practice something that you wouldn't ever do. Your a waste of time because you don't know the value of it. God damn your 36 and don't know that. Why don't you get some more fags in here to try to make you look good, cause inside you know the truth bitch.

 

[BETO916]

hell yeah i'm 36 & bald.....and?

WTF you checkin' me out for? oh, i get it. lionfromthelake is gay slang for "i'm available and on the prowl."

I've been immersed in hip hop since its beginnings, so to me its a lifestyle. I'm going to do somethin' hip hop related until I'm gone and even then I'll be the next one up in that cypher in heaven.

I'm not out to sell thousands of units, I do it because I love it. Obviously you went to my sites, so check all the covers of projects I've been a part of. Cali to KC mane i get nothin' but love. I dont get asked to do shows every week plus features for nothin'.

WTF have you done for the hip hop community in your city? what have you done for the community as a whole? shit, what have you done for yourself?

My love and passion for hip hop has allowed me to travel, share stages with both local and mainstream artists, rock radio and TV shows, obtain sponsorships (of which I share with other artists and their fans), network and rub shoulders with legends, asked to create an after school program based on hiphop for school districts in my area, and still take the time to slap around punks like you.

 

[BETO916]

this punk maybe from nashville
but he aint no predator

I've been turnin' titans into midgets for many moons
fool, I aint no amatuer

dude said I dont have fly metaphors
mane, WTF YOU SMOKIN' ON?

my rhymes be super, man
like I was the last Son of Krypton

like a leg amputee, I get my lean on
without a drop of that purple stuff

I just inhale potent vapors from swisher papers
and do lots more then just talk tough

been known to sock suckas when they act up
so next time youre in cali, come and test me boi

but I know that he wont, maaan this kid is a joke
cause he dont got the testes for it

like 300 spartans, im not the one to war with
I got tactics like the viet cong

youre in unfamiliar suroundings gettin' picked off
like the first wave of american soliders in vietnam

Sacra's Vito Corleone, I was born a Don
I see you plottin', hatin' on the low like Barsini

but I peeped your style, then took you out
and now your body's underground 2 times 3 feet

hit with bullets big as preemies
we all know how that turned out

got your intestines gettin' sunburnt
cause all your insides are out

keep my name out ya damn mouth
and I'll keep my foot out your ass

duck fast, my trigger fingers got excema homie
and I'm itchin' to blast

 

[Ironic Commando]

when i wrote-this dopeness, i left you smokin and chokin followed by lack of motion // attack of the unholy ghost potion brain fried....your smoldering mass...not for tame-eyes//
we aim for the same prize..but if i see a bus...you're going-under//
i sit atop a throne of thunder, surrounded by bones and plunder of ill fated emcees i've thrown asunder//
your bitch moans and wonders if she'd miss you a little bit against a prick that sticks like rose vines//
coke-lines...my verses spray... dope rhymes...ripping out your head and vertebrae..stitch your dome back but leave you with no spine//
to sit and bob-your-head uncontrollable. you didnt acknowledge my gesture...like paimei..im inconsolable//
take a hold-of-you 5 point palm and break a hole in you//
"fuck a 16" like a super hot junior with a cock through her// beto...you think your heat swells from underground...but really its hot-sewer//
i'll give you two cents...not two words..cuz your broke ass need it, beavis...swords i unsheathe it and leave you dead before can process whether or not you seen it...believe it

 

[Dirt E. Needlez]

do ya'll smell ether...?

 

[SEVENOSEVEN]

im 187 proof you bitches is coors light
drop them butterknives this a sword fight
and the way i spit is like the sword of a samurai
u cant see me id like to c one of u faggets-try
try to fuck wit me and ill make you vanish-BYE!
ima savage-guy my talent u cant-deny
we complete opposites like land-n-sky
you pussy ass bitches aint equal to me
it aint too hard for people to see
im bout to unleash the evil in me
its bouta get ugly mayne to say-it-the-least
all three of u bitches aint tamin-the-beast
i aint stoppin till all u lames-is-deceased
if u scared go to church or prey-to-the-east
yall aint got no bitches so im bangin-ya-neice
yall aint on my level stop rappin for christ sakes
im great just like flakes and the five lakes

 

[BETO916]

do ya'll smell ether...?

sorry....I had taco truck

 

[LionfromtheLake]

lol, you won't be able to drop after this lol.

Beto, shut your brain in a drawer your just close minded
the sand in your hourglass has run out, know I'm timeless
you know what I kind of spit meaner than fifty pissed cobra's
my rhymes get cleaner than swiffers swiftly rinsed-n-soaked up
you joke but this isn't a comedy club it's a network
with too much drama from fake thugs with no net worth
it gets worse than being trapped bloody in a shark tank
in fact it's ugly like seeing a mummy unwrap part of his face
I'm wooping your ass like a toddler, every part is spanked
don't let it weigh heavy on your heart your not as smart thanks
Beto starts to tank, I thank god he only made you half-retarded
after this artist it will be the last card when your ass is discarded
Beto talks about winning but I have more streaks than windex bottles
in text, in a sec they'll all know he's a freak when this vet swallows
you get to follow, your not the leader, I do my job with out a punchcard
you view every time you get rocked cause on this timeclock I punch hard
people are calling themselves emcee's but all I see is a bunch of tards
this chump isn't hard, eat what you say fat ass, I'm nasty like a lunch of lard
I'd crunch your bars but I don't make the fucking nestle's
I have a hunch your scarred easier than making recipee's
your not a portion as smart as you look, you must be a half-witt
your shook, even chopping terds in half, I couldn't get half your shit
cause I take over fake posers like a fucking F5 tropical storm
no one will be left alive when I just drop fossils on their forums
and all those windy arguments not know what the fuck is wrong
let's me tear up more stuff than if America had just struck Sadam
I'm a tornado, Beto's truck is gone, your annoying like commercials on CVR
I'm destroying your verses fool, your dead with no chance of personal CPR
you ain't hungry enough so we will be the first folks to see you starve
Beto, I drop rounds and lock down emcee's, you can't leave your bars
You can bring boomboxes but I don't fit your fucking stereotypes
say I'm crazy bro, I made it on the radio, you know there he's right
I don't care if he writes, I'm like the storm I described I got rotation
so sip your little twister pops, I'm slamming doors I drop on locations
you might have a better chance Beto prolly just watching me with stickers
you won't be able to peel your eyes from this verse you got to be quicker
look at my art closer, I paint more pictures than Picasso in his prime
my opponent knows Kodak moments when I snap, he just got to know mine
I just shot you those lines, I got you more scared than a child after a grizzly attacks
my swings are wild and wicked G you couldn't bear me if I were to physically scrap
you pitifully outmatched, it can happen, just listen to this bitch yaking
I bitch slap him, it's like I hit him in the face with all that lip smacking
all that trash talking they won't have to ask why your shit canned rapping
say words but if it gets any gayer, you would have to kiss a man for action
get off the pot, I've seen so much shit with my eyes, I'd blink manure
no one here could ever think, you thought you would ever think of a tour
you have to be god damn crazy to play wit me, get a shrink in a few words
cause your the type of bitch who'd wear mink and sit in your pink too first
dude curse and sew your web of deceit you can never do pants or sleeves
just so you know, you could never suit up or have a fucking chance with me

Your career is done.

 

[SEVENOSEVEN]

u claim to be a lion but u couldnt frighten-felines
stop typin-these-lines and writin-weak-rhymes
yur out, like strikin-three-times
ill give yur "essay" an E for effort but its far-from-dope
my shit is straight up crack like hardened-coke
my flow hit u hard itll leave ya head-spinnin
lose more blood then the period of ten-women
ill throw u in the trunk, face down
next to the woofers and let the bass pound
make sure there wont be one trace found
so the feds gona have to drop the case down
throw u in a lake, now yur "Lyin'InTheLake"
u really need to give rhyme writin'-a-break
me against u is like a mongoose fightin'-a-snake
you got murdered time to cross u off the hitlist
rest in piss-bitch i verbally popped u on the siccness

 

[Ironic Commando]

u claim to be a lion but u couldnt frighten-felines
stop typin-these-lines and writin-weak-rhymes
yur out, like strikin-three-times

nice

 

[BETO916]

no fake thuggin here mane
my actions are way more sinister

Im the type to c4 your floor and keyboard
leave ya lookin like the bitch in ironic's signature

you take dick like a minister
punk you can save your weak sermon

im the type to make you bleed, givin' you beatings in 3D
dont let me see you in person

the situation just gets worse man
with each and every weak bar that you write

you're rhymes are like being sentenced to time in a balsa wood prison
you're surrounded by weak bars for life

let me see if I got this right
you said you got beats from phonk beta, in text

shit, when in reality anyone can cop it
because it's on his instrumental album Complex

I flow hotter then marathonin' in louie vutton sweats
sucka you can barely keep a parapelegic's pace

you know, "I dont wanna kill any youngins"
but I sure will slap the pores off his mutha fuckin' face

to a legends reputation you brought disgrace
you got his fanbase soo pissed

plus, got them all wonderin' WTF lynch is doin'
wastin' time rhymin with wack muthafuckas like you, bitch

sick cuz you've touched more balls then pool sticks
and not for the content of your compositions

I kill with desert eag 16s, no need for paragraphs to read
how many ways do I got to tell you, you aint no competition

youre a coward, yellow like the simpsons
while I shed blood like OJ

love that last look in your eyes, that fear
as I slice you ear to ear, then go on my way

 

[unseenone]

not bad beto.. for some fake shit..

I come wild with my style it’s unknown to most
Emcee’s flows I defile leaving no room to boast
over any post they write against me just know this
it’s never close I come back spitting more explosive
with fire like lit dynamite sticks the shit’s corrosive
you stay kickin tires how dire it has to be for you
comin at me knowin you’re fate’s up and doomed
it’s tragic the wounds I inflict leave you gasping
you won’t last G your punches breeze past me
don’t get mad this is the way it had to be please
just be glad you did not see the bad of unseen
one that would have you begging for that pistol
just to end yourself there’s nothing left to kindle
forget about stealth I come blunt my clip stays full
wish you well you’ll swell slow under my spit pool
I‘m ready to flow throw me something suspenseful

 

[BETO916]

yawn....

how you got the nerve
to come thru, and try and clown my shit

when you couldnt spit explosive
if you garggled nitroglycerin bitch

muthafucka, I'm as sick as it gets
I'm talkin' HIV and Ebola in the flesh

death comes from my tongue and lungs
cause Cancer is my breath

I'm commandin' respect
if none given, I'm breakin' some necks

fuck textcees, I treat em like chickens
swing em by the throat, give their vertabrae a twist

a psycho colonel, I pluck em and fry em up quick
then chop the body up into quarters

invite their fam to come thru
then feed the meat to their daughters

some try to lob shots like mortars
but I can see that comin'

so i treat their heads like precussion
when Tommy Lee is drummin'

a derranged Travis Barker or somethin'
I go hard over beats

when i blink, its 187
yeah, another dead enemy

feed off their soul's energy
and leave nothin' but a charred carcas

for those that want war
I got nothing but nuclear and napalm responses

that's what you get for being pompous
another muthafucka R.I.P

I swoop up the cash then dash
cause Floss said Bet EveryThing On me

 

[SEVENOSEVEN]

yawn....

how you got the nerve
to come thru, and try and clown my shit

when you couldnt spit explosive
if you garggled nitroglycerin bitch

muthafucka, I'm as sick as it gets
I'm talkin' HIV and Ebola in the flesh

death comes from my tongue and lungs
cause Cancer is my breath

I'm commandin' respect
if none given, I'm breakin' some necks

fuck textcees, I treat em like chickens
swing em by the throat, give their vertabrae a twist

a psycho colonel, I pluck em and fry em up quick
then chop the body up into quarters

invite their fam to come thru
then feed the meat to their daughters

some try to lob shots like mortars
but I can see that comin'

so i treat their heads like precussion
when Tommy Lee is drummin'

a derranged Travis Barker or somethin'
I go hard over beats

when i blink, its 187
yeah, another dead enemy

feed off their soul's energy
and leave nothin' but a charred carcas

for those that want war
I got nothing but nuclear and napalm responses

that's what you get for being pompous
another muthafucka R.I.P

I swoop up the cash then dash
cause Floss said Bet EveryThing On me

if u rap like a clown u bound to get clowned
i got the crown ill show u how to get down
im so sick no shit vicious like a grown pit
fuck a high punch hit u witta low kick
and make ya dome split u on some hoe shit
nobody respect u, cuz u aint got heart
youza pop tart, yea i like to talk shart
i mean talk shit, youll get dropped quick
yur not sick, u healthy as horse
i kill u suckas and feel no remorse
you hella fake but im real tho ofcourse
cancer breath? u probly need a tic tac
dont get broke like a kit kat better sit back
stay on the sideline, u aint followin the guidline
i stay flowin like gas-in-a-pipeline
my flow deadly itll flatten-ya-lifeline

 

[Ironic Commando]

my birth....was from a dragon tooth buried in earth// at night the streets i lurk...i dont give your woman long dick style,...i give her gurth to ensure it hurts// i murk like dirty waters, 30 martyrs...into your flow im swerving-harder serving-slaughter on the block when my sack-drops// your rhymers are what wack-brought..you act-hot...but you cant meet me on my level let alone match-socks// crack-rocks with a hammer and pick...glamorous-spit damage-the-rich, bammers'll-shit bricks when my blammers-equipped// handle-your-quips...stamina-slips after long sessions of slammin's-ya-bitch// my canister-spits seeds to breed as long as she bleeds// an army of emcees with my genetics embedded// you'll fill a bitch with unleaded and bread-it// for the long haul hoping pussy is where you're headed// i got long-balls to put a chick's ego on pause and dead-it// then leave a bitch like ronco...set-it and forget-it// you're previous catalog...ehhhh i aint read-it...cause i heard you can catch pathetic pathogens// my action-hyms be clappin-men// entrapping-them, in plastic-bins filled with bags i've wrap-them-in//i shatter-chins like chinese statues...when i drop a rhyme// kick a fine chick out of my whip is when i drop-a-dime on some chris-brown with crisp sounds// you miss-mounds trying to aim-for-strikes...its not just rhyming sucks...you should also blame-your-life// i throw bars like flaming-spikes// miscellaneous spit-from-"canis"s..spelled backward...rip-new-anuses

 

[LionfromtheLake]

his album's name is called simplex, the simple complex world of Phonk Beta
get your facts straight, but that's about like your rap just fucking made up
must be eating poop heaping scoops with all that shit your talking
I'm like kids misusing the bathroom in your crib I'd piss first on him
you could be a lumberjack hacking trees and you still couldn't cut down
I've been waiting to up my skill but you still just shouldn't fuck around
besides in Sacramento he sucked the town off giving head like Lil' KIM
with these other faggots behind him, but he's in the bed middle of them
riddled again why the puzzled look? you keep trying to figure me out
might as well die with the muzzle put with the trigger in Mr. B's mouth
see now my lines are more aggressive than ones in Doc Dre's concerts
and you can see the star when I'm on shelves like top payed converse
watch what you say on your verse, come out of the closet you pussy
sitting there like unwrapped first year baseball cards I'd call it Rookie
awe shit look B, your words were off lip-syncing worse than Milli-Vanilli
your won't last, so you can quit thinking your first to this real Hill-Billy
maybe you can't spit, clean your fucking ears out, too many wet willy's
you'd get killed please, you think touching me is the only way a vet feels me
guess he'll see you can Google me, I jumped all over you like Poodle fleas
and like them we know your fucking biting, just to see if your mood'll ease
use your noodle please, I got they're hands up more than a zombie movie
I'm on the truth see, shit you Kevin Kostner faggot "in gone with the doody"
I'm beyond what you do see, like space & like it you can see a fuckin' star
it ain't cool with me even if pulling your face from me your sucking hard
your like an overweight midget in the park in the dark you'd wobble on rocks
you damn sure can't stand toe to toe with me we just saw that you hobbled off
quicker than turkeys you gobble cock, i could fold you like a chair or a labtop
you can just fucking glare, but I swear told you, don't stare like I'm a bad cop
next Beto will share he rags alot, god damn, I'll just leave you bloody period.
remember you've been eating poop your face is muddy, is little buddy serious?
so play your cards okay joker, if it was straight poker we couldn't find one run
listen seven-o-seven you can change your area code to ma'fuckin' nine-one-one!!!*
* (707) to (911)

 

[Dirt E. Needlez]

IRONIC...YOU HAD ME SAYIN "DAMN" A FEW TIMES

your good bruh

 

[LionfromtheLake]

no comments Dirty lol. I could leave 4 bars none of you could touch, but that ain't the point it's to battle, not rhyme wicked. If you read that shit in public it would be gibberish which makes it worthless imo. I'm just saying I went through that too, but eventually you'll have to go in front of someone who, cares about what your saying then what will you tell them? to go fuck themselves? Then the message you sent was your uneducated instead of an artist I swear it, but go ahead try it I haven't been down that road or anything.

 

[Dirt E. Needlez]

as i make my way through the crowd in the cypher,i cant believe what Im seeing
a vet from sactown already drown this cat, but now he's back to breathin
from what i reading and piecing. together from the paper trail in the past
this cat might have started with nine lives, but now he's burning through em fast
All I can do is laugh, he aint aint gonna last... its just a matter of time and numbers
and he gonna vanish into the unsolved mysteries of the all these one hit wonders
he was probably just a troubled kid,.. reachin out, and tryin to find acceptance
but now he's locked into the siccness.net graveyard archive, with a life sentence
maybe he just didnt expect... the extent..... of the pain that we've been known to cause
real gritty and raw, get in ya head and skullfuck ya until we break the jaw
bending laws, breaking promises,....crushin hopes and dreams
and im about to torture this kitten in new ways that you have never seen
grab the gallon of gasoline...mix in up with a cup of sand and tub of vaseline
we gonna, turn up the heat in the kitchen with my homemade napalm strategy
attacking you radically... like your sudden decision to switch to become a rapper
You aint running with no bosses sucka, you merely managed to bribe a few factors
Now looking back on the facts let help you see it from a different angle
im the David Blaine of this rap section...... Im addressing this to Cris Angel
Im quickly cutting the cables to your elevation, you aint gonna make it any further...
like my last name was gable..Frankly my dear...i dont give a damn if my words hurt ya
we bring the heat like pg&e, you play with this fire and it'll burn ya
....and if I dont respond for a few weeks, im likely on the run.... for this murder...


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[Ironic Commando]

"maybe he just didnt expect... the extent..... of the pain that we've been known to cause
real gritty and raw, get in ya head and skullfuck ya until we break the jaw"

damn!!