Jg@ats//Remeber way back to Tonka and Race tracks?//oh i forgot you was fuckin wit Barbie and make-up packs//Wake up Jack//You frontin' like you somethin' but you not//theres plenty of skill on here to kill ya..what? you forgot?//so think again if you wanna drop spits//and ill take a dump in ya mouth if ya wanna 'talk shit'
Diss The Person Above You
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im lookin at ur lyrics in agony and dismay/
cuz yo shit aint tha shit but stinks young tre/
i come wit a siccness that be harsh/
wipe ya out like tha avian flu or sars/
I spit with a vengeance but i aint bruce willis/
but faggots like u may say they do not feel this/
u shouldnt try to test me...dawg u should listen/
lyrics cut like razors and they shine and they glisten
and if attention is what u do not pay
soon will a tombsetons wit tha tittle "young tre"
cuz yo shit aint tha shit but stinks young tre/
i come wit a siccness that be harsh/
wipe ya out like tha avian flu or sars/
I spit with a vengeance but i aint bruce willis/
but faggots like u may say they do not feel this/
u shouldnt try to test me...dawg u should listen/
lyrics cut like razors and they shine and they glisten
and if attention is what u do not pay
soon will a tombsetons wit tha tittle "young tre"
E'BODY WANA GET AT ME, COME FOR THE TOP SPOT/
SISSY BOY MAD AT ME THINKIN, "I JUST WISH HE WOULD STOP"/
BUT DONT WORY I,LL MAKE IT QUICK, PROMISE IT WONT HURT/
I AINT MEAN TO KILL YOU TWICE YOU UST HAPPEN TO POST FIRST/
I PROMISE TO SMASH YOU EVERY TIME, WHATEVER IT TAKES/
SO PLEASE DONT POST ABOVE ME AGAIN, LEARN FROM YA FIRST MISTAKE/
NEWBAY JUST LUCKY THAT YALL INTERVINED/
CUZ HE CAN ASK YUNG TRE HOW IM RUNNIN THIS SCENE/
ON THIS BOARD IM LIKE NOTHIN YOU EVER SEEN/
I KNOW YOU READ THE OTHER POSTS AND SAID 'HES OWE SO MEAN"
BE HONEST NEW BAY YOU DONT REALLY WANNA FIGHT/
SCARED, SWEATIN AND SHIT, NERVOUSE WHEN YOU TYPE/
NEXT TIME JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OFF MY HYPE.
SISSY BOY MAD AT ME THINKIN, "I JUST WISH HE WOULD STOP"/
BUT DONT WORY I,LL MAKE IT QUICK, PROMISE IT WONT HURT/
I AINT MEAN TO KILL YOU TWICE YOU UST HAPPEN TO POST FIRST/
I PROMISE TO SMASH YOU EVERY TIME, WHATEVER IT TAKES/
SO PLEASE DONT POST ABOVE ME AGAIN, LEARN FROM YA FIRST MISTAKE/
NEWBAY JUST LUCKY THAT YALL INTERVINED/
CUZ HE CAN ASK YUNG TRE HOW IM RUNNIN THIS SCENE/
ON THIS BOARD IM LIKE NOTHIN YOU EVER SEEN/
I KNOW YOU READ THE OTHER POSTS AND SAID 'HES OWE SO MEAN"
BE HONEST NEW BAY YOU DONT REALLY WANNA FIGHT/
SCARED, SWEATIN AND SHIT, NERVOUSE WHEN YOU TYPE/
NEXT TIME JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OFF MY HYPE.
I GOT LOVE FOR ALL MY SICCNESS PEEPS, I SAID BEFORE ITS STRICTLY BIZNESS/
EXCEPT LEE, I HATE HIS GUTS, ALLAH AS MY WITNESS/
HE TALK BIG SHIT LIKE A REAL MC/
HE NEED TO LAY OFF THE GAY PORN AND THE PCP/
STOP SUCKIN NEW BAY DICK, CUZ EVERY BODY HATES YOU/
IF WE MET IN PERSON, I'D STICK A WHISTLE PIPE UP YOUR ASS AND SCRAPE YOU/
ZILLA-FUCKIN-6-9, WOW HOW WORSE DOES IT GET/
WHAT THE FUCK IS TSSSHAAA, HOW YOU TYPE WIT TORETS?/
WANNA BE RED HEAD STEVE/
YOU JUST BI-CURIOUSE-G/
THIS THE SECOND TIME I DISSED YO ASS FURIOUSLY/
YOU PROBABLY TRYNA FLIRT IN A FUCKED UP WAY/
SORRY YOU DAD TOUCHED YOU, BUT NOT E'BODY IS THAT WAY/
ALL YOU DO IS KEEP TALKIN BITCH SHIT/
LEE-ZILLA WHAT IS THIS/
YOU NEED TO GIVE IT UP AND POST IN THE SISTA SIDE OF SICNESS.
EXCEPT LEE, I HATE HIS GUTS, ALLAH AS MY WITNESS/
HE TALK BIG SHIT LIKE A REAL MC/
HE NEED TO LAY OFF THE GAY PORN AND THE PCP/
STOP SUCKIN NEW BAY DICK, CUZ EVERY BODY HATES YOU/
IF WE MET IN PERSON, I'D STICK A WHISTLE PIPE UP YOUR ASS AND SCRAPE YOU/
ZILLA-FUCKIN-6-9, WOW HOW WORSE DOES IT GET/
WHAT THE FUCK IS TSSSHAAA, HOW YOU TYPE WIT TORETS?/
WANNA BE RED HEAD STEVE/
YOU JUST BI-CURIOUSE-G/
THIS THE SECOND TIME I DISSED YO ASS FURIOUSLY/
YOU PROBABLY TRYNA FLIRT IN A FUCKED UP WAY/
SORRY YOU DAD TOUCHED YOU, BUT NOT E'BODY IS THAT WAY/
ALL YOU DO IS KEEP TALKIN BITCH SHIT/
LEE-ZILLA WHAT IS THIS/
YOU NEED TO GIVE IT UP AND POST IN THE SISTA SIDE OF SICNESS.
Fuck a black reign, you're a white boy and we know it/
You don't record tracks... you don't rap, you're a poet/
Fuck it, you're a hoe wit a dick affixed in your larynx/
You ain't bad, you act up to get spanked by your parents/
No smoke signals with the siccness, witness and be reminded/
Buck up, then shut up like your name, 'Reign'... the G is silent
You don't record tracks... you don't rap, you're a poet/
Fuck it, you're a hoe wit a dick affixed in your larynx/
You ain't bad, you act up to get spanked by your parents/
No smoke signals with the siccness, witness and be reminded/
Buck up, then shut up like your name, 'Reign'... the G is silent
your just another fat~guy being funny for exceptance/
hoping when niggas pass~by they don't snatch your necklace/
ill quit one~day but now i'm having fun with this lyrical gun~play/
you wanna talk shit, ill clown you from monday to next sunday/
that's why your fat, 'dumb' ass looks like a cum~stain/
but at least a fucking cum~stain results from 'some~brains'/
talking about you would clown me, dog~are~you~serious?/
call~the~pall~burriers and ask for~four~carriers/
multiplied by~10, but that's after i end your life~then/
your so fat, your body parts names carries a hyphen/
im done, i murdered, and left him a cold~bastard/
out in the cold, his funeral viewin's a closed~casket/
im tired now, ill have some shit tomarrow
here it is
why u gotta be the one in here to shit talk first,
only open up in real life when the jizz is dispersed,
does that quench yur thirst? rappin after given head first,
spits "cum fast out yur mouth", its quickly reimbursed,
it aint cohersed, the way you took that milky white burst,
and yur "flows" wouldnt be "krazy" if yur "name was reversed"
here it is
why u gotta be the one in here to shit talk first,
only open up in real life when the jizz is dispersed,
does that quench yur thirst? rappin after given head first,
spits "cum fast out yur mouth", its quickly reimbursed,
it aint cohersed, the way you took that milky white burst,
and yur "flows" wouldnt be "krazy" if yur "name was reversed"
all yall nigga's ryhmes be weak,
jus a buncha lil kids who be wannabe's,
tryin to act hard n shit n wannabe g's,
let a real g spit and teach ya wut it mean,
any1 can flow and make words rhyme,
but can ya make 4 quarters from a dime?
i cant teach yall wannabes how to flow n rap,
but i can tell u to use b-12 instead of soda wen u cookin up cracc,
but all yalls rhymes still preschool,
thinkin if u rhyme then you'll automatically be cool,
nun of yall r tight like me,
best gets yo shits right, and leave me be,
cuz cant nun of yall hoes see my level,
im that sicmade fool who rapes da devil,
and i kno all yall wish u were me,
cuz where im from.. ima local celebrity,
aint gotsa job but i gots staccs of cash,
slangin e pillz correctly..i only slang triple staccs,
so it doesnt matter if my flows r tight or if they a mess,
cuz either way.. i still got 100 grand under my matress,
talkin shit bout me might get yo momma shot at,
or if ya gotta kid i might murder them cuz im sicc like that,
if i had to kill my own momma id be down for it,
id sell her that cracc then pill off a round in her clit,
i keep my shit tight cuzz wannabes like to start shit,
i got a 9 in my house and carry one on my dicc,
but all yall wannabes stay on da net and spit ya punkass ryhmes,
ill stay on da streets makin staccs...and fuccin ya bitch from behind
jus a buncha lil kids who be wannabe's,
tryin to act hard n shit n wannabe g's,
let a real g spit and teach ya wut it mean,
any1 can flow and make words rhyme,
but can ya make 4 quarters from a dime?
i cant teach yall wannabes how to flow n rap,
but i can tell u to use b-12 instead of soda wen u cookin up cracc,
but all yalls rhymes still preschool,
thinkin if u rhyme then you'll automatically be cool,
nun of yall r tight like me,
best gets yo shits right, and leave me be,
cuz cant nun of yall hoes see my level,
im that sicmade fool who rapes da devil,
and i kno all yall wish u were me,
cuz where im from.. ima local celebrity,
aint gotsa job but i gots staccs of cash,
slangin e pillz correctly..i only slang triple staccs,
so it doesnt matter if my flows r tight or if they a mess,
cuz either way.. i still got 100 grand under my matress,
talkin shit bout me might get yo momma shot at,
or if ya gotta kid i might murder them cuz im sicc like that,
if i had to kill my own momma id be down for it,
id sell her that cracc then pill off a round in her clit,
i keep my shit tight cuzz wannabes like to start shit,
i got a 9 in my house and carry one on my dicc,
but all yall wannabes stay on da net and spit ya punkass ryhmes,
ill stay on da streets makin staccs...and fuccin ya bitch from behind
a 100 grand in your mattress?? is it in Pesos, or is the candy bar? you must hustle, because those spits ain't payin' for blunts, let alone rent.
I hope your mom's clit is healing nicely. LMAO
look at this dude /
thinkin' he sick made
if he's fuckin' with siccmade /
then this nias really not gettin' paid
never had an album budget /
never rocked a stage
you don't rhyme for them n***a /
your job is doin' everyone's braids
sucka, I'M insane /
think you're sick?
come to the siccness and get slain /
now this thread's blood stained
blood, you tried to talk tough /
but you don't scare nobody
BETO will leave you laid out like rugs /
in a hotel lobby
your girls in a motel probably /
gettin' the pussy beat and skeeted on
shit, you're really siccmade /
if you go raw when you beat it, holmes
but, she does give the meanest dome /
I have to give her that
because when she's off your triple stacks /
she's be workin' off of Stockton and Mack
in any weather gettin' my feddi in racks /
choppin' and fuckin' anybody, tripplin' up my stacks
I put this hoe on blast /
I had to put him to shame
n***a please, if your parents were diseases /
you still wouldn't be sick made
sucka, you been plaid /
when you wake up, take your tweeker ass back to Dyers Lane
welcome to the neighborhood
I hope your mom's clit is healing nicely. LMAO
look at this dude /
thinkin' he sick made
if he's fuckin' with siccmade /
then this nias really not gettin' paid
never had an album budget /
never rocked a stage
you don't rhyme for them n***a /
your job is doin' everyone's braids
sucka, I'M insane /
think you're sick?
come to the siccness and get slain /
now this thread's blood stained
blood, you tried to talk tough /
but you don't scare nobody
BETO will leave you laid out like rugs /
in a hotel lobby
your girls in a motel probably /
gettin' the pussy beat and skeeted on
shit, you're really siccmade /
if you go raw when you beat it, holmes
but, she does give the meanest dome /
I have to give her that
because when she's off your triple stacks /
she's be workin' off of Stockton and Mack
in any weather gettin' my feddi in racks /
choppin' and fuckin' anybody, tripplin' up my stacks
I put this hoe on blast /
I had to put him to shame
n***a please, if your parents were diseases /
you still wouldn't be sick made
sucka, you been plaid /
when you wake up, take your tweeker ass back to Dyers Lane
welcome to the neighborhood
beto...... u only worth 2 lines from me, i kno u felt the need to dedicate a whole song to me (which i understand) , but i dont think i owe a whole song to u, u aint that tight, (unlike me, obviously)....haha
beto all i can say is that u be a bitch,
and that ive lil girlz rap better then that shit...
but now anywayz.......
bacc to wuts important lets talk about me,
da lex-town virginia ave. folk set G,
yea im reppin dat 859 n 606,
n walkin over wannabes who talk alotta shit,
i done said i gots two mufuccin nines,
but by far my favorite is my ruger .45,
and for all yall marks who wanna talk shit,
i gots 10 ballistic points loaded in my clip,
now i kno most mufuccas be bitches,
scared of da 5-0..quicc to turn into snitches,
if u mention my name then u fucced up,
cuz im siccmade bitch.. and ill fuccin gut cha,
but i wont touch ya,
unless i feel u deserve it,
look at me da wrong way... and da word-respect,
ill make ya ass re-learn it,
stomp ya momma to death wit da bottom of my shoe,
bitch ill hurt sum1 u luv b4 my ass i hurt u,
cuz i gotta case of that gangsta disease,
that be worse then da mufuccin bird-flu,
siccmade, thats y ya cant see me,
and you'll neva be me,
and as far as im concerned,
u'll alwayz be a wannabe,
but go ahead n talk and fucc around wit da cluccas,
but im warnin u hoe.. im quicc to shut-down muthafuccas.
o yea and also.. i kno my ryhmes aint all that tight, and that be a fact,
and i lied about havin 100 grand under my matress, its actually $93,700...jus to be xact
beto all i can say is that u be a bitch,
and that ive lil girlz rap better then that shit...
but now anywayz.......
bacc to wuts important lets talk about me,
da lex-town virginia ave. folk set G,
yea im reppin dat 859 n 606,
n walkin over wannabes who talk alotta shit,
i done said i gots two mufuccin nines,
but by far my favorite is my ruger .45,
and for all yall marks who wanna talk shit,
i gots 10 ballistic points loaded in my clip,
now i kno most mufuccas be bitches,
scared of da 5-0..quicc to turn into snitches,
if u mention my name then u fucced up,
cuz im siccmade bitch.. and ill fuccin gut cha,
but i wont touch ya,
unless i feel u deserve it,
look at me da wrong way... and da word-respect,
ill make ya ass re-learn it,
stomp ya momma to death wit da bottom of my shoe,
bitch ill hurt sum1 u luv b4 my ass i hurt u,
cuz i gotta case of that gangsta disease,
that be worse then da mufuccin bird-flu,
siccmade, thats y ya cant see me,
and you'll neva be me,
and as far as im concerned,
u'll alwayz be a wannabe,
but go ahead n talk and fucc around wit da cluccas,
but im warnin u hoe.. im quicc to shut-down muthafuccas.
o yea and also.. i kno my ryhmes aint all that tight, and that be a fact,
and i lied about havin 100 grand under my matress, its actually $93,700...jus to be xact
fucka you ain't siccmade /
you're bitchmade like bikini's
dumbass that wasn't a song, that was a 16 /
I spit those routinely
potna, I've been fiending /
for the taste of your blood
ready to rock steady with this machete /
and get to cuttin' you up
bone chillin', blood spillin' /
while I'm spittin' the rip gut
quit ridin' Lynch's nutts /
you ain't sick sucka, so please stop
'cause none of them dudes on their roster /
are that fuckin' soft
stop all that pepurtratin' and hatin' /
before your top gets popped off
homie, and I ain't talkin' 'bout bottles /
I leave you like a spare tire mane, in the trunk of an auto
another victim of a semi-auto /
filled up with them hollows
It's nothin' to get to dumpin' /
and smash down on the throttle
you need more luck then the lotto /
to try and hit this number
Southside of the 9-1-sick, represent /
this hood done took you under
clappin' louder then thunder /
so when the bulldog barks, you'll be hittin' the floor
I got a pillow over the muzzle /
like the cover of EBK 4
I got all your cha-ching like Cedsing /
took your publishing, and left you sprung off the raw
don't get to offended or souped up there mija, this is the diss the person above you thread, so I'm only speakin' to your wack ass because it's part of the game.
you're bitchmade like bikini's
dumbass that wasn't a song, that was a 16 /
I spit those routinely
potna, I've been fiending /
for the taste of your blood
ready to rock steady with this machete /
and get to cuttin' you up
bone chillin', blood spillin' /
while I'm spittin' the rip gut
quit ridin' Lynch's nutts /
you ain't sick sucka, so please stop
'cause none of them dudes on their roster /
are that fuckin' soft
stop all that pepurtratin' and hatin' /
before your top gets popped off
homie, and I ain't talkin' 'bout bottles /
I leave you like a spare tire mane, in the trunk of an auto
another victim of a semi-auto /
filled up with them hollows
It's nothin' to get to dumpin' /
and smash down on the throttle
you need more luck then the lotto /
to try and hit this number
Southside of the 9-1-sick, represent /
this hood done took you under
clappin' louder then thunder /
so when the bulldog barks, you'll be hittin' the floor
I got a pillow over the muzzle /
like the cover of EBK 4
I got all your cha-ching like Cedsing /
took your publishing, and left you sprung off the raw
don't get to offended or souped up there mija, this is the diss the person above you thread, so I'm only speakin' to your wack ass because it's part of the game.
all right, all right
first off, jus cuz i say im sicc n siccmade, aint gotta damn thing to do wit me tryin to say im rappin wit them, i dont kno where da fucc u got that from, alls it mean is that im sicc. so wut? u cant handle that, u cant handle the fact that sum1 else who isnt lynch calls themselves sicc???
and im not on lynch's nutts, and from da sound of things, u all on my nutts.
i mean, damn, ur punk ass already dedicated two songs to me. haha quit obsessin wit me bitch. anywayz ima throw out a quicc song to u, cuz u need to be shutup, jus like all otha weak ass bitches.
yo mr.beto plz get up off my dicc,
dont be gettin mad cuz im liccin ya mommas clit,
ill rip u from ya nut sac to ya throat,
set ur body under da pentagram,
and use u for a sacrafice instead of a goat,
and yo quit bein a mark i proclaimed my set,
ive spoke and only speak da truth,
unlike ur lyin ass wen u spit,
all u doin is makin yo ass look like a bitch,
so get off my dicc,
and yes im sicc,
yo ass will get lit,
if u keep talkin shit.
plz ur lil pussy ass threats aint shit to me,
ive been thru sum shit u wouldnt believe,
and speakin, of believin,
i would never believe,
anthing u say,
cuz u never rap about gettin bitches,
so that must mean ya gay,
plus u all over my dicc,
all da clues add up,
u must luv gettin sticced,
plz get up off me u fuccin queer,
now i kno y ur bitch be comin over here,
u say chillin n blood spillin,
like u sum kinda hard ass thug,
wen we all kno u like to get it
hard in da ass and swallow that cum...
go ahead, rap sum more about me.... i done told u ima local celebrity so im used to ppl talkin about me all da time, u jus all over my nutts like they r.
peace wannabe
first off, jus cuz i say im sicc n siccmade, aint gotta damn thing to do wit me tryin to say im rappin wit them, i dont kno where da fucc u got that from, alls it mean is that im sicc. so wut? u cant handle that, u cant handle the fact that sum1 else who isnt lynch calls themselves sicc???
and im not on lynch's nutts, and from da sound of things, u all on my nutts.
i mean, damn, ur punk ass already dedicated two songs to me. haha quit obsessin wit me bitch. anywayz ima throw out a quicc song to u, cuz u need to be shutup, jus like all otha weak ass bitches.
yo mr.beto plz get up off my dicc,
dont be gettin mad cuz im liccin ya mommas clit,
ill rip u from ya nut sac to ya throat,
set ur body under da pentagram,
and use u for a sacrafice instead of a goat,
and yo quit bein a mark i proclaimed my set,
ive spoke and only speak da truth,
unlike ur lyin ass wen u spit,
all u doin is makin yo ass look like a bitch,
so get off my dicc,
and yes im sicc,
yo ass will get lit,
if u keep talkin shit.
plz ur lil pussy ass threats aint shit to me,
ive been thru sum shit u wouldnt believe,
and speakin, of believin,
i would never believe,
anthing u say,
cuz u never rap about gettin bitches,
so that must mean ya gay,
plus u all over my dicc,
all da clues add up,
u must luv gettin sticced,
plz get up off me u fuccin queer,
now i kno y ur bitch be comin over here,
u say chillin n blood spillin,
like u sum kinda hard ass thug,
wen we all kno u like to get it
hard in da ass and swallow that cum...
go ahead, rap sum more about me.... i done told u ima local celebrity so im used to ppl talkin about me all da time, u jus all over my nutts like they r.
peace wannabe
RIP Jacob Moberly /
I'm makin ya tombstone
say I don't rap about bitches? /
didn't make two about you holmes
to me these are free-poems /
just a sample of how
I got stacks of raps like emcees bodies /
I keep 'em in large piles
I'll murder you with freestyles /
shit, even with my keystyles
leave you bleedin' and gaspin' /
on the tile face down
you ain't fuckin' with me clown /
better put your heat down
cousin, I know you don't bust it /
my grammer's like your "hammer" boy, you know "you can't touch it"
your flows are so rustic /
it sounds like you're warrin' with muskets
while Beto's ready to battle /
with pistols bigger than trumpets
to me this is fun bitch /
purely mental calestethics (sp?)
picture me on the mezzanene mane/
with a sub-machine, lettin' you have it
this Vet from Sacra's spittin' so savage /
sucka, I'm syllably psycotic
I stay stimulated by chronic /
spewin' sick scriptures as I verbally vomit
flowin' dope as narcotics /
now put that ruger to your dome
give the trigger a squeeze /
put your brains in the ozone
it's nothin'
I'm makin ya tombstone
say I don't rap about bitches? /
didn't make two about you holmes
to me these are free-poems /
just a sample of how
I got stacks of raps like emcees bodies /
I keep 'em in large piles
I'll murder you with freestyles /
shit, even with my keystyles
leave you bleedin' and gaspin' /
on the tile face down
you ain't fuckin' with me clown /
better put your heat down
cousin, I know you don't bust it /
my grammer's like your "hammer" boy, you know "you can't touch it"
your flows are so rustic /
it sounds like you're warrin' with muskets
while Beto's ready to battle /
with pistols bigger than trumpets
to me this is fun bitch /
purely mental calestethics (sp?)
picture me on the mezzanene mane/
with a sub-machine, lettin' you have it
this Vet from Sacra's spittin' so savage /
sucka, I'm syllably psycotic
I stay stimulated by chronic /
spewin' sick scriptures as I verbally vomit
flowin' dope as narcotics /
now put that ruger to your dome
give the trigger a squeeze /
put your brains in the ozone
it's nothin'