@_S...
Who you call yourself runnin' thru, sonnin', dude?
You're kidding me right, think I'm funnin' you?
No joke, comic strip, the pun is you.
My flows soak, sonnets rip and punish you..

Don't look back, I'm huntin' you.
Look up! I`m in front of you.
Like a pack, fuk one or two.
You're a light snack, I'm a hungry crew...

We feast when you read like, I eat _S.
i.e. _S, flies eat ripe pieces o' sh|t.
e.g. I'm deadliest when my peace is said,
a dead piece of me is left not dead.
Yet, matures to impress, test gag reflex.
Infect with each read text.
You've let it reach the depths,
but can't eject what's breached your head.
You're runnin' behind, like I.B.S.
I'm runnin' your mind, like I be _S.
Objectively, you're runnin' behind, 'cause I run by _S.
Okay, technically you'd find I'm some bias
but, I'd have to look back to say, "Bye _S".
I'd like to buy _S..
Pay'em to write just to not have to write _S.
Have him go back and forth like he's me and self.
All night texts, _S killin' _S with self replied wrecks.
Each line reflects Columbian tied necks,
_S cryin', "Come on B, write next"

Something on your chest, get it off?
for I've formed in it, to snatch it off.
Four minutes to set it off?
Before men can blink, I bet it dog,
I'd provide shots that'd have Snatch caught.
No breath to catch like a snatch coughed.
Left four fingers short a finished hand,
rest of his limbs contorted in the back of his van.
I can't lie I've had this line for a minute man...

I go for hours 15% can be a bore, and.
A miniscule tour of a tormented boys record of 1774.
When four minutemen came through the door
of a poor hoarding wh0re,
charging silver for minutes with her on the floor.
Gold for more, like her bent on all fours.
When just minutes before, all in it were more.
Vocal chords tore, intestines explored,
and more of the same chore since dinner's porridge was poured.
And more than before mentioned still in store.
As more minutes wore, the wh0re's innards wore more,
and more resembled minced gore than my mute wh0re.
Who with no voice by force not choice implored, "No more men, it's sore!".
"And for such a minute score to be transformed to a dried fruit horde!"
I adore thigh boot sport, but prefer more tied boots for war...

I got sand son, I dilute shores, storm the beach.
Fuk Normandy, nothing norm in these enormities.
Sh|t's deep as the deepest seas.
_S site sees to sight 'cees,
then spites these like he smite Le'.
Which quite rightly seems right trifling,
He's not frightening, not slightly.
He's not the sniping type
more the type sniping, nightly at hole 19.
He was never seen. Hiding, behind scenes?
No disguising light genes once Levi tried writing.
I stand out like menstruation in white jeans.
I cross the line like demonstration in white sheets.
You cross the line scab, I pick it to strike peace.
Sight me when eyes bleed...
You've no lead like Fife's piece.
I've a case of A-Ks like Ice T.
I write rhymes in a red Sharpie.
You write my name in blood, I stop heart beats.I don't start beef,
I shred it, with rare blood flows, talons, and sharp beak.
Leave your read remarks marked red for sharpening.
Tips top points your harping
for my own amusement like its my parks theme,
keeping you in the dark like an art thief...

So, who's been the student?
You've studied me astute since,
you were just a musing nuisance.
Now you're just amusing, like porn at a newsstand
full of nude men and no news bin.
I'll leave off men who do bend
though my two gems have bruised chins.
I was new then, and my movement's grew since.
Like it's juicin', but like you that's a doomed trend.
Behold my faculties, my staff parts 'cees, be lead, like then jews been.
My unmasked facility's got you gassed up, like the jews been.
I'm un-orthodox like a jews chin. You'll need ortho docs to remove pens
from fused limbs, or use them, like a super human mutant
to fend from ruins I've you in.
You're drew in by my two cents like the jews been.
But not by Pharohs, rather my feral unruliness.
Think I threw too many jews in?
that makes since too, imagine WWII, then.
Now throw in burnt jew scents too, pimp...

I'd con ten yous to continue to be proven not prudent.
I throw caution to thewind, though, close the window it blew in.
What's that Mack's back? No, but I swear I hear me when you vent...

You say my name as though I've asked it, and then kept askin'.
You're not hooked like bass is, you're past it.
You're hooked like it's tackle rap.
As though I've knotted the lure and cast it.
I star in your rap like I've been casted,
for the lead, the part of a fascist.
Who profits from massive rations.
Prophets form masses irrations.
Better run off to class kids, rapin' lads and lasses,
while I blast your dad and fuk his fat b|tch.
Can't stop this laughing at ghastly reactions
as I pass gas passin' out paper for asses.
Pass out gassed after emptying glasses.
Is your glass as half pass it's last as my glass is?

Remember the jackal and the raft?
Well here's your paddle back.
Now back pedal thru shallow crap.
Fuk a battle rap! You're hooked 'cause it's grapple rap,
not 'cause I include that on exclusive tracks,
but 'cause I elude that with continuous facts.
Now grapple that in this trap of Macks.
Follow the sentence like the gavel's tapped,
like your back laying flat on the mat.
Fuk your statement, I stay mint, and what I say's meant.
Like gays'd chant a cadence of gayness.
You can't debate the basis my meanings placement

Your words are still born, like your dead unicorn.
Not moving, I still raped it's carcass with the horn that adorned
it's crown before being torn off.
I've sworn off beastiality,
but I'm a beast in reality so I filmed the horse porn.
So no more horny horses runnin' 'round horned,
left him to rest after a piece and yes, he had corn.
So I guess since you left to mourn,
your words still, will be still borin'.

Mine are foreign and lack form,
but pack horror in knap sack for touring.
I'm a terror, it's apparent
you're clever however, you're transparent in layers.
like a terrorist your daring varies
wether they dare you or you dare them.
I'm reminded of Silence of the Lambs,
'cause you stay silent on the lamb.
i'm more like silent, and then BAM!
You dig violence-ultram?

I dug the touch of the dutch, bang WU much?
You fill cuts with spilled guts?
I break fists from cuffs
and cuff fits with cuts of jib.
Roar and rip through the devil's cript.
Scale a ton of skeletons to tip scales where hell has failed.
You've hailed the held, and that's failed as well.
I'd scale your face and leave a tear that spans that scaled.
I brought in tearin' scales of dragons so I strike shield.
You drag in dress and high heels.
I'm ambedextrious, i beat off when I write
I come hard, wanna see, do you skype?



Just in case u neglected the slaughter thread.... you left this behind when u went on hiatus ...

Robb Mack, you're trying too hard and writing too much/
So stfu, or you'll need more than a crutch/
Why do you write rhymes about masterbation?/
You impress no one, offend no one, and look like you spend too much time in isolation/
Like space stations, my bars are definitely out of this world/
So as soon as I press "post" you'll wish we never had quarrel'd/
You'll get crush like a squirrel, and left like roadkill/
But u don't write to win, so it must be for shear thrill/
Talking about toting guns and how you "Been Trill"/
Robb the slob, that's an elementary nickname/
Grab a pen and pad, cuz messing with me aint no game/
You've no fame, standing behind these bars with such shame/
A beating like this will render you never the same/
You b/tch dame/
No brain/
I'm in-sane/
No mem-brane/
You Beast boy/
You a feast, boy/
So now I sit back, relax, and watch me wind you up like a toy

Originally Posted by Paul Bunyon

(Already went in on Taylor Maximus, so to switch it up I'm going after Crazy Kydz)
First of all, you rap on the person above you, didn't you hear?/
But reading the predecessor to your rap the only reason that wasn't the case was because you felt fear/
Those are all rhymes you never wrote, don't forget the quote, cuz copyrights will soon cram down your throat/

I'm not really know for completely following rules Paul and oh your right,
I wouldn't want to go into a copyright infringement with myself so let me make it clear.....
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO "CRAZYKYDZ",
at least find facts to base you accusations on Paul.
I hope that's good enough I also included the quotations you mentioned.

Battle rap forum, child. Got sum to say? Rhyme it/
But time it/
Run on raps are not very exciting/
You wouldn't rap on the rapper above you cuz you scared and thought he was frightening/
I double dog dare you to rebuddle, you little b/tch boy/
Boy toy/
I'm a CEO, you're a ground level employ-ee/
You stand in front of unemployment centers like "Employ me"/
Your childishness can only bore me/
Fans enjoy me/
You're getting bodied like I'm Abdul Jabar and you're Kobe/
That's sports talk, you cake walk/
You don't f/ck hoes, you take c/ck/
Your time's up like tick tock/
I'm loaded up like click clock/
So when the four-door pull up, and the cops don't show up, your back will hit the ground faster than nap-time o'clock/
Now I better pace myself cuz I'm with a Crazy-/
Nah f/ck all that, this Kyd don't whip sh/t, he's lazy/
Kyd is in your name! You can't be tough or insane/
If you're anything like your bars than you can only be lame/
I just finished a collab with Method Man, have you heard of Wu-Tang?
You all about that hard sh/t until my crew came?/
You wanted to be wild bull, but I made you tame/
Paul Bunyan was built like a bull and created to entertain/
So if you're trying to be a bull, you're nothing but an imposter, you try so hard to be me but you can only feign/
Dictionary.com, look it up if you don't understand/
Skin your /ss and hang you up like you're ready to be tanned/
That's medieval sh/t, and I'm one evil b/tch, but I wonder what your boys would do if they knew they're backing up a snitch?/
Retire Kyd...

Any last request Mr. Bunio....I mean bunyon
I killed you before but I guess you reincarnated dumber than before.

Call me a psychic cause I knew your comeback would be some crappy sh|t like that,
To be honest I haven't even read half of it,
You pretend to be tough but it's clear you have a sweet spot,
think you killed me huh?
That's what they all think,
You should do it in real life tho not after taking NyQuil ,
Paul your sleeping still,
Peeking still,
The way you react when you see me is nothing but thrill,
Son, nothing but fear I instill,
Barz shocked you, your keeping still,
Since I got here your going no where but downhill,
Rip thru your heart with a hand-drill,
I'm tired and just got from work so lets get this over with.
I can tell you a rapist just by the **** you write, yea you rape kids but not this kyd,
You weren't born yesterday but the kids you raped is,
I admit that's not true (I hope so) I'm just having fun with this sh|t,
Your spitting what other guys have been mimicking,
And i've beat those goes so this won't be any different,
Paul your dead once more which means I remain the best dude,
I'll send your corpse to the cops with your head, spine and face removed,
Mama weeping day and night they can't find the rest of you,
It's funny how I understood majority of what you said to me,
You having a bunion in your head and have the last name bunyon is quite the recipe.
The acts you speak of ("click clock"), what will you perform them with,
Was than referring to your wrist action Mr.Bunion I don't need to know of it,
I'm well educated and I can see your stumbling a bit but it's no biggy,
Don't let me interrupt your play time with your willy.

(Ha, Not bad Paul, not bad...I liked the whole employee... employ me thing.)

I've never met a rapper so passive in my life/
You did nothing with strife, just tip toe around me/
It's astounding/
You must be like "Yeah, he got bodied"/
You must've gotten excited, your jugular throbbing/
Did your fingers shake with adrenaline when you began wri-ting?/
Well, just now you rap back, after I went in twice/
Do you have a job? Or are you just a fat boy with head lice?/
Should Think twice, thought twice. Past tense, there's no light/
I'm the tunnel and there's none, right./ (Light at the end of the tunnel?)
I'm Raiden and your Sonya so I guess it's time to "Fight!"/
Cheesy lines are 1 in a million/
No over 99,000 I'm over 99 trillion/
I'll admit that you went in/
Once or twice there you found your flow/
But I'll take an arm and torque it until it's irregularly bendin/
I'll be trending/
But *** you know bout that?/
No social media, no friends, you're a cat in the hat/
Wooden baseball bat, no aluminum sluggers/
I find that wood on broken skull is a sound so nice I'd prefer it over the sound of 9mm and Rugers/
With a mind so morbid you must cut your wrists at night/
But no, no knife, that's p/ssy sh/t, Kyd,
So follow close and I'll show you a walkthrough of some sh/t that surely induces fright/
Broken bottles dragged on skin and the flesh'll take flight/
R/ped mothers weep, for their daughters are smite/
Strangled infants in carriages waiting on train tracks/
Watch with binoculars cuz I've been needing a good laugh/
Belt straps, tied around the throats of emo teens and ceiling fans/
Now that's morbid stuff, and I say it with greetings, so "Hello"/
It's really f/cked up, but I'm actually I very pleasant fellow/


_-Just a short note, if anyone is offended by anything that was said above, my apologies and condolences. It's nothing personal, just rap. Again, my apologies_-

Originally Posted by Mr.Slick

You want a rapper ehh well ok I'm here to battle this noob who's probably a ***** that uses lube horny bastard uses the whole tube ha I kid kid but im sure he once did sry to start actin like a ***** the first round but this battle is like mozie bogus trynna **** with jim brown yeab I probably spelt that **** wrong but I'm too good for you like king kong I'm overpowing my skills are too high there towering over you because your new this is my second time battlin you your 0 and 2 woo lemme see how you do this was a practice rap

You're rhymes are whack, grab a six pack, sit down and relax, while I snort a line off your mothers *** crack, you okay with that, Jack? Let's get more complex, a megaplex, was shot up by a white suspect, he surely gets my respect, I got a son, child neglect, rape your mother while I'm fully erect. Naw just kidding, let's get spitting. Lay some beef, wait. Nevermind you're terrible at rhyming, that's a relief. See, I'm not good either, I'm a beaver, chewing threw a metal receiver, I'm also not a believer. God is fake, like Santa, or the Easter bunny. A little remorse is funny, but these folk tales are grimey, one second got to wipe my hand, it's slimy. I don't understand you, your flow isn't solid, it's gotta go. I can talk about killing you or say I'm better, but I'm not. We all have expectations I met mine, people are better than me, I just know I'm still in my prime. Keep rapping kid you're good, I'm not from the hood, white boy from Vegas that people misunderstood. You have potential, King Kong is gorilla, not a killa, step down a bit though sh!ts finna get crazy like a caterpillar throwing a fit. I don't care if you battle me back, just don't be scared to admit, defeat like the last guy I battled (his rhymes were sh!t) don't worry kid, you'll battle someone who isn't like you someone less skilled, and they will get grilled. Battle me back if you want, just remember those who help and don't taunt, what I wrote at first was to get your attention, I feel the need to help, so take the help or get school and go to detention, or even in school in school suspension. Peace out kid, just remember who you want to rid.

Originally Posted by J_art

.I only got half way thru , I felt like calling yogi cuz your shet is boo boo
A picnic basket with only fruit, but at least you rep what you do

.you can call me ****, my name be in and out them haters mouth
Yall see what i bust nd trust you gonna throw in the towel

.f*** a metaphor , I don't need you to see the picture
You probobly a sleeper, I'm n addict your a tweakr in the mixture

. Open your eyes nd try to focus, its like Apollo wrote this
I'm not a god a simple locus, and. A vocalist

I heard you were calling Yogi, well I'm here.
Let's give these kids a battle they wanna hear.
Apollo is a god, you're a peasant,
you'll get no present.
You're lucky if you'll get coal,
I take your rhymes and swallow them whole.
Devouring my opponents,
cannibalism with no simple focus.
You aren't a locus,
You're a special ed student wearing a helmet to cure his mental distortions.
Rhymes like yours? Your mother should be ashamed, she should have got an abortion.
How is a picnic basket full of fruit a diss? Fruit is good for you,
I'll have Boo Boo tie your noose,
make sure it isn't loose,
Thomas the train with no caboose.
Get it? Of course you don't.
Auto erotic affixation, trying to get a simple erection,
like you did when Bill Clinton got elected.
Just do this, remember me as a artist creating a simple depiction.

I bare pain with my bare hands,I put you on pause
Cooking it raw, mistook it for war,
my rhymes like weight, what u think I'm pushing em for
This a mission you shoulda abort, I'm not kidding
Soon to be kissing concrete assume the position when the bombs reach
From my palms release I should repeat no responding weak
this is easy as pie impossible for you to decipher me exact
You is dreaming u fly an obstacle rapping in the cipher I attack
Leave you broke, battered and injured then prepare a feast for my dinner
Burn you to a crisp I'm Ill, not sick, left nothing just a cinder
Dismembered until the meat's tender I wreck u like a fender bender
You a punk, a ***** point blank period, no matter your gender

4 minutes. Mate stop writing shh. Your a dumb nerd who plays xbox all day, your generations are lesbians and gays, thats right i hate but while your running around all day screaming hey think bout what you wrote in the day. So while it took me 1 minute to write this rap dont bother to reply with more crap. Peace out.

Everyone calls me Daffy but your lyrics are crappy, your smoking ish all on the couch with your mom while wearing a nappy. So say what you want, say what you need, you whole life depends on money and greed. Your losing your wealth, your losing your health so eff off you midget *** elf.

What is this ****, this needs to be short and snappy, your lyrics is crappy, signed by Eminem and Daffy

Cool I'll call you daffy ,but allow me to correct u calling me crappy
You must have me twisted like my hair, nappy
I'm nasty, u dead already, trapped in a backseat in a backstreet
Desired beef like spaghetti I'm boil your noodle with voodoo
colder than Pluto,tinker and toiled, me and u don't mix like water and oil
I get the sparking like microwaved aluminum foil
I violate when I vibrate I invite u to be a victim in dire straits
Show my *** like Kim Kardash, my pen's a car crash, the fire rate
Wrecks the ligaments of innocent bystanders and your collateral damage
9-1-1,it's an emergency, critical condition, you will need more than a bandage
I hold the advantage to dumb birds, consider ducking
Life's a ***** sucking and ****in and until we split I'm cuffing
Swallow sulfate and suffocate, mutha****er
Follow the beat as it pulsate, mutha****er
I'm like air in a hot room always on the move

Cool I'll call you daffy ,but allow me to correct u calling me crappy
You must have me twisted like my hair, nappy
I'm nasty, u dead already, trapped in a backseat in a backstreet
Desired beef like spaghetti I'm boil your noodle with voodoo
colder than Pluto,tinker and toiled, me and u don't mix like water and oil
I get the sparking like microwaved aluminum foil
I violate when I vibrate I invite u to be a victim in dire straits
Show my *** like Kim Kardash, my pen's a car crash, the fire rate
Wrecks the ligaments of innocent bystanders and your collateral damage
9-1-1,it's an emergency, critical condition, you will need more than a bandage
I hold the advantage to dumb birds, consider ducking
Life's a ***** sucking and ****in and until we split I'm cuffing
Swallow sulfate and suffocate, mutha****er
Follow the beat as it pulsate, mutha****er
I'm like air in a hot room always on the move
U more freeZe tag stuck with nothing to do

GhostDawg777/
I'll send your /ss to 7th heaven/
Better yet, you fat Indian, where's the nearest 7/11/
Twisting your arm till it's bendin/
Worldwide, I'll be trending/
I'll cut you up and use you like an organ doner, you'll be lending/
Sending, you to Allah and your 70-sum virgins/
I won't find you myself, I'll hire an army, like I'm Purging/
I'll Cut your throat and pull your head back so it's spurting/
Squirting, red mist all over your T-Shirt/
Here I'm on my way then you're on the alert/
Hit the dirt, then kick dust on you like I'm on an umpire's turf/
That's a baseball bar/
And where's your car?/
Cut your stomach up so it's open ajar/
Reach in and fish around like my hands in a cookie jar/
I could stop now, but I wanna finish you off/
Hit with a body shot so hard it's like I'm contagious with whooping cough/
Pig trough, you'll be over in 10 seconds, tops/
Slice you up in an empty car garage like I'm making chop shop stops/
Easy

I Rob Peter to pay Paul a visit, simmer him like a saute withdraw he's finished/
Blowing smoke bout seventh heaven, marry a Lucy before you brawl with a menace/
requires medical attention Bunyan s cut by the tension, the punk's appalled by the image/
Toss him in the trunk, the cost of the funk/
I'm waiting til the body rot and stink up the spot like a skunk/
Allow the carcass to decay for a month/
set it ablaze, then spray the remains with the Kay or the pump/
Say what u want, my ink kill, I think still, get your ***** pink peeled/
Rookies shrink from the moment your spirit mourning/
Push u to the brink, soft like mink, make his father disown him/

Originally Posted by ghostdawg777

I bare pain with my bare hands,I put you on pause
Cooking it raw, mistook it for war,
my rhymes like weight, what u think I'm pushing em for
This a mission you shoulda abort, I'm not kidding
Soon to be kissing concrete assume the position when the bombs reach
From my palms release I should repeat no responding weak
this is easy as pie impossible for you to decipher me exact
You is dreaming u fly an obstacle rapping in the cipher I attack
Leave you broke, battered and injured then prepare a feast for my dinner
Burn you to a crisp I'm Ill, not sick, left nothing just a cinder
Dismembered until the meat's tender I wreck u like a fender bender
You a punk, a ***** point blank period, no matter your gender

Bare pain? naww man, you're criminally insane,
matter of fact, you're f*cked in the brain,
leaving no time for a restraint,
but, I must leave you with this complaint.
You're rhymes are inhumane, I rhyme like a hurricane or Saddam Hussein,
you're the lowest on the food chain standing in acid rain, because you don't have a brain.
My gender? Alien. Crazy as a Iranian in the Mediterranean with a rude Canadian.
You rhyme like a fake Jay Z, dying like I ate fruit from the poisonous tree.
My name is Yogi, I love to sing karaoke with my buddy smokey, the bear, your disses are worse than Bruce Jenner hiding his gay love affair.
Do you honestly think we care?
I like playing foursquare, in a lawn chair, outside of the health care-
clinic. I'm schizophrenic looking for a medic, before I start a verbal pandemic.
I'm too energetic, your raps are pathetic mine are poetic.
You need justice for your crimes, too bad there isn't a law on terrible rhymes.
Your flow is as solid as water,
better call Harry Potter I just slaughter, cut myself with a dull blade and stick the wound in salt water.
Or maybe just lemon juice, I will never hold up a white flag for truce.

You fools is useless
I'm droppin' bombs, y'all droppin' bull's deuces
In case ya wonderin' that's a bull's stools dufus
Just show me where the booth is so I can proceed to render this muthafukka roofless
I'm a professional
This is my confessional
You can lick the testicles
While I'm smokin' the medical
Killin' this beat with words,
Verbs and adjectives,
Beefs I serve when I swerve
With no additives
No GMOs coz I have a purpose
And I told y'all I'm a wordsmith
Now don't get nervous
I'll forgive ya, you just didn't know who you was fukkin' with...

I'm that one that be stompin' 'em flat
I'm nobody to mess with, I'm the Charles Bronson of rap
Fukkin' with me you must have a Death Wish
I'm The Devil In The Flesh B1tch
You don't wanna wanna test this
I got 13 knot necklace I been dyin' to put around ya neck b1tch
Respect this
Don't neglect this
Don't turn your head b1tch
I'm comin' real hard in the paint
And don't think for one minute that I caint
Drag you off your high horse in one discourse
Make ya mom want a divorce
And ya sister kiss Swarz
I say that because I know for a fact I've left a trail of destruction
Look into my mind for more on how this beast functions
Keep your ears open, it's pivotal at each junction
How many times did I tell you b1tches
I got the hammer to nail you b1tches
So even if I am too vicious
And hurt ya little feelin's, it's all nutritious
You're wishes haven't fallen on deaf ears, I'm here
It's clear
When it hits ear
This here
Make ya nod ya head, once for the music and once agreein'
And in the club if you wanna swap expletives I'll punch ya fukkin spleen in
And serve you the goodburger like fukkin' Kenan
And Kel, you can go to hell and hope ya fukkin' dreamin'
I'm tired of you no gos tryin' to tell me the rules of rap too
How can you coach me when it's easy to see that I can out rap you?
And by the way how many gotdamn times do I have to?
Yeah, I might have a bad attitude, watch who you're talkin' smack too
When you caint even talk smack true if smack fukkin' up and smacked you
But when emotions get involved people don't see common sense
Y'all hangin' the wrong muthafukka, for the wrong offense
That's how it looks on my side of the fence
But regardless of the circumstance
I'll continue to make y'all fools appear to wear Erkle pants
As I continue to smoke on little green and purple plants

Yhu hustle? Nice joke. Yo hustlin bout serious as tha pope.
Tha only thing yhu killed is yo joke. She ain't pop no ***** fo a ***** lbs ***** yhu ****in delerious, S (C)ream but yo own **** still down yo throat. Yhu ain't no hustler, seems ta meh yhu just a wannabe wigger. Most yo lyric bout *****es yhu ain't had, yhu got guns? Where dey at doe? Where dey at doe? Dis ain't serious not yet. If dare reply I'ma leave yhu stuck between yo wannabe black n white like Zebras. LMAOO

Paul Bunyan? ... I saw this public nuisance
in the stall of a bathroom in a pub, licking students..
Appalled by his doin, had a d|ck in him, then put two in..
Almost puked when his trick was not spitting but chewing
as he took the shot with no rest before lettin' the crew in..
I knock'em out the park, cakes take plates for bunting..
I'm in the zone you're three and out, back to punting..
I cross the line and drop three but who's 'cunting'?. .
You, adding your "O" of a hole for a bun ring...

Mentally funded seams,
F U, N there's more than may seem..
That's more of a fun scheme...

Think that pun's slick?
I'm not done yet!!
Check this one's wit,
it's the one I won wit'...

I see you don't think so,
You're being's down the sink bro..
I take shots when my ink flows,
you wonder, "where'd the drinks go"?
Look but don't blink ho€..
I 'cee, you don't.. Think soap'll
clean your under scare stink? Nope..
My horror scenes pass the brink, dope..
Iceees bring brain freeze, a mink coat's
what your brain needs, you think froze..
Isis would behead B for a brain tease, I'd sink boats
for eyeing Bs head with no brain fees I think's owed.
I'd sieze the wet and drain seas as I wink slow,
I bleed the sweat that pain breeds as things go..

I trust that one day you'll see, when though?
Til you can, your rap's out da window.
Like dusted rubble when wind blows,
I bust bubbles like Homer went, "doh"!

I stand behind bars cuz my word is bond..
You stand behind bars hopin' moms makes bond..
I stand behind bars, these,
cuz they stand tall under siege..

You fuk with ROBB like MACK won't fuk back, must need defeat..
You can't reach my speech like your knees attach at da feet..
'dis 'cee speaks and relieves the diseased,
ending the grief when freed and deceased..
Send 'em to rest testing peace
pending which piece hits da seas
leaving the rest to fry in grease..

We've one fact agreed,
I'm all you can eat, eat me.
I'd be the last supper you'd need,
a feast, your supper'd last least.
More a tease for weak meece,
Less than one seed for three geese.

Know Bs a B-boy, and believe
I'm no beast boy. Ni&&a please,
I gave that name to my piece..
Trouble'd be if we'd meet,
I'd be ROBB, you'd be MACKs meat..
Beat to the hue of bruised beets..
To deny'd be deciet
Double B be beat?..
I'd have ta see it.

I dismiss these disses, 'coz these
disses straight miss me..
I'm straight you can't be Ms. B
But I'll let this be as you piss pee. .

You're in disbelief, freakin'..
Unrine drips from your briefs, leakin'..
Your end's been reached, stop reachin'..
You're into beef, I'm into beefin'..
Heat PBs and Js in twos, threes then..

But I can't lie, still need to get some sleep in.
I can't lie still.. No room for sleepin'
I'm weakened by week's end
from a week long weekend..
I'm off the deep end.
Why lie, I'm deep in
any thing when geekin',
even if we kin..

You get started on Friday.
I say, "why wait"?
Heart beats at high rates
Its my eyes fate to dilate.
I flirt with death like the guy's gay..
The good die young so I'll die late....

You fux wit ROBB? §hiiiit.!! Though all bunnans may linger..
youre flipping out, I'm flipping out two, choose a finger..