who ever wanna battle come thru

[Krazy Flowz]

yo dats what i thought, you bitches dont respond to me
cuz i hand ish properly and shatter yall like broken pottery
i drop on yall like where the potty be, that the way it gotta be
and yall suckas is just too scared to diss back, yall probably
hidin under ya desk, i bet you clowns are feel shook
i got enough written ish to fill up a million books
all yall get dropped like a sack of potatos, i'm back to spray flows
at all of you beezies and whack ass gay hoes
i'm da sickest cuz i say so, you bitches get the business
and everybody postin here is bout to run away from the siccness

 

[EVERgREENRIDER]

Run from the siccness you must be kidding/
wit god as my witness ima murder you bitches/
down a pint of guiness an get to straight slittin/
bloody wrists and a death wish kiss/
you will be missed once you hit the abyss and thats it/
everybody claims to be sick till they get they chest cavity kicked wit this mossberg pump kid/

 

[Greg Double]

get the pump kid.. i slip inside kick in your dome like a pumpkin/
bitch steady dumpin.. like a resivoir dogg.. creep out the fog, rilla killin all these weak ass rap cats yall//
comin back with a rap, to back the homie greenrider..
gotta slap in the lab, im bout 2 set fire/
to the whole damn thing, yall cats are retarded..
why we even rap against cats that get carded..

 

[EVERgREENRIDER]

slip the card in the lock now im in the home ready to start/
puttin all ya valuables in a safeway shoppin cart/
I made my mark with home invasions in the 90s/
now its 2009 i got new schemes i aint tryin to look behind/
u can find me tryin to bottle lightning to catch that inital spark/
cause its get so damn hard to see in this life of dark

 

[8FIVE8]

i'm fuckin bored, on this forum board typin raps at u whores
any 1 of yall steps the fuck up is gettin floored and poured
up out my dickhole, bet ur momma gets paid to get dicks swole
call me the toilet bowl, i'mma drown u shit holes, just cuz yall spit mold
nuthin fresh about any of u dookie rappers
quit bein lyrical, just be a groupie trapper
who only sold dimes and nicks, yall aint drug dealin 4 shit
smoke more than yall sell, takin more hits than Mike Schmidt
u suck dicks, pubic hair on ur jaws
closest u ever got to pussy, was when u washed ur moms drawz
i'm just jokin though, just tryin ta keep this thread alive
soon as i get my mic set up, i'mma eat all yall alive live

 

[Greg Double]

well ima salty mutha fucker, u might spit me back out..
lookin like your mom at 3 am when i kicked her ass out//
talkin bout pussy, 8-5s a snafu
u aint had pussy since the pussy had you//
and the thread aint dead, tho you seem to be dozin off..
guess your parents shoulda ate you while your bones were soft//

 

[Krazy Flowz]

evergreenrider you never seen tighter
lyrics than these, i hot as that methanphetamine pipe your
smokin when you type that whack ish you think is raw
but fuck it we gon brawl, fully clothed though, not just the g string & bra
like you wanna do, fuck that i dont get down like that
i can tell you homo by what you say in your gay type raps
i spit crack, you kids make me laugh when you diss
but not cuz you funny, it cuz you whacker than ish
as a matter fact your a bitch, and you can never fuck wit krazy
got him stuck in hazy vision while i butt fuck and buck his lady
and 8five8 i already handled your weak ass
i didnt even know that Family Matters geek raps
and as for dubb g, you can never touch me
but you bitch can, she come over and i get mu nuts squeezed
while she deep throat my ish, she chokes on dick
ya mom comes over, we have a threesome, then we smoke a spliff

 

[EVERgREENRIDER]

Wow that was a crazy flow ho/
now why dont you get on your knees an smile like a donut hole/
big suprise more hate comin out the northwest/
no wonder we will never blow up an show the world that we the best/
i must confess im a rookie when it comes to this rappin business/
but i still murk an hurt on the mic boy you know your finished/
when i see you at a function your teeth will be swimmin in the back of your throat/
gaggin an chokin yellin please no!/
"please rider why you have to do me like that"/
cause i love to advance and attack on a bitch ass/
me and dubb may have never met face to face/
but i gauruntee either one of us will slap the taste/
out your funky ass fat lips/
dont trip i got 2 fully loaded clips that im bout to slip inbetween them fat lips till i see skin rip and blood drip/
im a product of the 80s so why even ask why im violently ready to lay the hurt on steady

 

[Blaze1]

my words cut like an axe
thru this board fulla tacs
push pin types minute macs
die out before the first lap
hide out when gun claps
ride out in the chevy system blaps
slap ya face in front of ya team
lean on ya whip, muggin mean
hatin cause my inner pockets stay forever green
forever clean shine like chrome gleam
blunt smoke forever green, forever keed
never need assistance stay persistant
insist on dismissin outer city children
wishin to be inner city buildings
but you dont stand tall
you fall when airs blows at you thru a straw
or one glass joe sock broke your glass jaw
my jaw stays jabberin
im just rhymin some words
nerds preturbeds by my verbs
stammerin to get back to the burbs

 

[meltamic]

alright ok, I take you on anyday/
words gathering and im blastin at what you say/
no matter the rhyme, buildin up in your mind/
i break it apart like you spittin nurserey rhymes/
so methodical but logical, you fall before a beast/
got a baby bottle in my arsenal to serve cause you comin weak/
no more obstacles besides the nipples in between your cheeks/
go ahead and pop it out, its time you choose your route/
but if you comin at me, keep the name up out your mouth/
go find your mama, im waitin to see the karma/
without a doubt, you just here causin drama/
and I can harm ya with, a lyrical flow/
you see the comma, I pause stop and go/
so wipe your nose you snifflin little guy/
stop cryin I was only with her for one night/
but it was good in my book, I be like your daddy/
messin with a mother is bound to cause some trajedy/

yeah....

 

[Blaze1]

the only mic you meltin is the dick in ur hand
outta spite ya writting but u far from a man
i do have nips in my mouth and it is someones moms
mines dead, so check for drips from ya own mamas jaw
my words is law, my writtens are here to enforce
so curb ya jaw, im slittin wrists with no remorse
so sit there and bleed, like its your time of the month
a bloody rag, soaked up ya cherry fag, and ya still talkin tuff
spits still a lil ruff, but it's all off the cuff
why when i say i'd hit it, you show me your butt..

what the fuck....lol...

 

[Greg Double]

talkin bout homos now?.. ah shucky ducky..
i seen meltamic on the street tryin ta fuck and suck me//
but chump got lucky, i let em keep his heart..
insteada pullin that bitch out still beatin and leavin the body in the park//
yeah i come demented.. raps that leave u sinkin in the sound with feet cemented//
with or without a beat i meant it, remember when u was tight? u dreamt it
cuz shit aint fadin a real rap cat these days..
i kill up on the keystyle, get a beer and she pays//
battlin dogg, i put the hurt on steady like the homie rider
taggin on your mom, and left the fuckin rubber inside her//

 

[meltamic]

eh dubb g I noticed you also refered to homos/
why don't you stop flirtin w/ blaze1 and concentrate on the flow though/
blaze is talkin shit, he should know you can't bleed out from the wrist/
but im hittin major arteries when I slice you with my wits/
hey stubby D, your writtens are still lower/
how you leave a rubber when they aint no dick to put it over/
your mind ain't like mine, I got twice the IQ as you/
now I think its time for both of you to clear the room/
your ruined, leavin you in a bath full of tears/
cry until you drown cause I know its hard to hear/
my written is likely to sicken the fatal fear/

 

[Ironic Commando]

^^^
im used to slaughtering with hot flows soldering// while hes missing arteries crossing the street// you're supposed to go "down the road" when sacrificing to a deity// punch your eye socket..now theres three-of-me// an illusion is what you think-you-see// until "number two" kicked your balls and "one" and "three" swung for your temple and jaw// neck snap your best rap// i'll leave your vest-clapped..leaving new holes for this hoe to get sexed-at// a harem of bitches with breasts-stacked like rocks-in-the-andys// i keep a glock-with-me-handy with bullets enchanted with molten shamrocks to melt-a-mic// dubb g already said you tired to inhale-a-dick// i took a nice-doo on his IQ to insure he felt-that-shit// it was the rancid brew that cleared the room...my spit is shrooms marinaded with cooked coke// and i bring blessing to the block like a hood-pope// i took-quotes, from my brain stem and strung them to a good-rope...hang yourself// you're a covert bitch..I.E...a dame-in-stealth

 

[meltamic]

I thinks its ironic that your a commando,
when all I im seein is blanks comin from your ammo,
you think you rambo but you fallin through the cracks like GM bro,
you can't multiply from a single punch,
slappin me in the eye just doesn't do much,
ill leave you handlin a crutch w/ a single strike,
tryin to match wits with me just won't turn out right,
while you playin with your two pretend friends,
fakin about how you beatin up men,
im spittin words of flames that will leave you permanetly derranged,
insane is my brain while im wailing and breakin bones and things,
im meltin more than mic, your whole house is up in flames just outta spite,
you can try and spit back but it will end up like this,
hotter than hell cause im burnin up shit,
solderin your wounds cause you fell from the hit.

 

[8FIVE8]

i didnt know there was so many wack mc's on siccness
u rappers still tryin ta write rhymes, its so ridiculous
yall hitless, striking out plus u yall down for the count
unconscious, i put that on yall mommas, i'll take all of yall out
turn that smile upside down like a empty bank account
yall aint fuckin with me, tryna take my throne, prepare 4 dismount
if i aint voted dopest on here? its a guaranteed miscount
4000 a verse, and thats a muthafuckin discount
yall should bow the fuck down like maids and slaves
so sick i treat cancer patients with a first aid fulla aids
u punk hip hop kids wanna bring guns i got grenades
blow ur hole street up whenever i feel its time to invade
u myspace rappers are r just too fuckin gay
tryin ta upgrade to twitter? now thats gayer thanna parade in the Bay

 

[Blaze1]

oh here we go anotha deygo hoe
talkin bad on the bay like its all gay parades n shows
its really not homey, just the ones youve been to
let me cut like a ginsu, into your thoat let me get chu
a tissue wipe up the mess you left out your pussu
u pussy, u drip like your lip is lifeless
numb from hot cum, dummy
you could loose your life quick
u talk funny separate ya mouth from dick
what has the sicc done to this kid from the 858
contemplatin being straight
but got ass and dick on his plate
dick in his ass so ill wait
till you cum back with some weight
ya fragile rap is light
drop blaze bars on em watch em break

 

[meltamic]

oh damn man, you thought that was somethin,
your so proud of yourself but you havent won nuthin,
4000 a verse? shit ive never heard of 8five8,
you aint got cash in your purse and your style is outta date,
o wait, you say your the dopest here? gotta be impossible,
im hearin nuthin but fake cause you droppin grenades in your own arsenal,
try to pitch em my way imma throw em right back,
no guns needed when I begin my attack, yeah its like that,
now what you gonna do, a fool to come at me layin writtens like you in pre school,
now you sinkin down deep cause the blood in your shoe,
punched you in the kidney gotcha pissin red,
i woulda took another swing but you wouldn't have heard what I said,
you can make your own marches with a rainbow rag on ya head...

 

[Ironic Commando]

i spit sick sickles...you felt-the-spikes// through each hand...held-it-tight// securing that melted-mic...and it burns to the nub...from hell-i-strike// with blood stained teeth...so you can tell i bite// not-steal...never copy...hot-grill// i need you to stop, chill..before i rip apart your flow// fuck your arsenal..im confused...you thought that shit was pronounced im-pars-able// lyrical darts-i-throw..like a blind bitch falacio...im acurate in the dark-with-blows// you hopped out the water scared stiff like i starched-your-clothes..but im still on your ass like a shark-with-toes// fin cuttin wind like i fart-my-flows// once again...i start-the-show

 

[SEVENOSEVEN]

i aint dropped ina minute, feelin hot so im in it
ben drankin all day i do not have a limit
my shits hot mayne u cant deny
its a fact im fly, cant nobody match the guy
you can act n try, but u aint comin close
my flow so strong like a double dose
try to run up n get dropped like a hot patato
u gone drop when i pop cuz the shot is fatal
u a knock smokin rock mane drop the fable
u got no money so they turned off ya cable
no electricity so u sittin in the dark
now yo ass evicted so u sittin in the park
smokin on the crack pipe dippin ina cart
spent all ya doe life is hard wit no green
mayne my bars so dope mayne my bars is so clean
my bars so fly like the bird of the cardinal team