G.D...
Im displeased
with your weak diss G
flow's piss weak
this week i seek a better 'Cee than your lisp infested crispy lips G.
I Rip G, like fat kids rip tees, I refill Tay's cup then pour it for Monster to sip tea
Exchange of drinks signifies a treaty from a battle of wits please, sit G
but not on the table your spots on the floor, b;tch G
Sh;t, G. i give you a .33 to hit free but still miss me
The vicinity of my rap's infinity, Temp, Max, Monster: a rival trinity.
G's virginity, should stay out of a league where his structure lacks the symmetry
In fact its killen me, your raps aren't filling me, im hungry for a salty cat, now that's salinity

Monster exposed the cat that rapped Cannibus, but Im a home-grower
I saw you thanked him for that post, it gave you a full-blown boner
but than you dissed him after to ride Tay's d;ck, you a real b;tch switchin up on your owners....

Let's expose your name once more you dumb wh0re
G.D attempted rap, what a [Great Disaster]
G.D wannabe Temp in rap, what a [Gay DissTrack]- sir
G.D gotta be kiddin me, no? He aint got the serious factor
G.D, could be me, only after i bless his tracks: Temps the Rap Pastor
Hence, I rap faster
Tense? your rap backwards
Cleanse, your past laughter
your cough? a bad actor
A book? for soft rappers?

Your name's the first chapter

just felt like posting sumthnn so don't take this verse personally haha:

**** these lames I run tha game step to tha mike I go insane leavin it lookin like another katrina came you weak mc's sleepin on me but you should know I don't ****nn play it's like you lames doped up off of that novakane an I get it ya tryna numb tha pain of knowing that I just might be tha next great so ya can't help but hate but even through your doubts an denials this is still my arrival time to face & conquer all my rivals leave my pears mind blown off of how hard I go spittin that fire flow straight out another time zone

Dude....... You're verses are the real deal! It's like medicial accapella for my lyrical drought I was going through. After reading your bares, I can spit again. Stay dope Brotha!

Originally Posted by JesusFreak23

Dude....... You're verses are the real deal! It's like medicial accapella for my lyrical drought I was going through. After reading your bares, I can spit again. Stay dope Brotha!

Yeah I'm pretty sure BnB inspired like half the cats here to start rippin' sh;t up lol. And glad your healed now man, drop a verse for us in the forum now that you can spit again, good luck

Cough with lafta? Please wheeze and die/
I'm off to craft a verse for you, same reason I/
Decided to read, as Tay says it, a "weak rebuttle"/
I think he's trying to seek: rebuttal/
Keep hoping and praying, that I won't retaliate/
Against your one point verses, even if I re-tally eight/
Its still sh1t/
But real sh1t? Its one point verses versus/
Eight point A-joint verses/
First this, then another barrage of curses/
I'll end it nicely, let him get massaged by nurses/
Oh wait, can't believe I forgot! He's G.D. - gay douchebag/
But then again, no one even knows him, they'll just say, "who's that?"
Fuk the system, I peel caps and open tangerines/
Don't be so harsh template/
He thinks he makes real raps, end hope, and can't he dream?/

You never had lucks to start with cuz you've never received it/
Ya lost your receipt for it/
That's why you can't perceive: you're sh1t/
I get it. You don't receive it, you spit and swallow it/
You give to Taylor, cuz you don't know a script to follow him/
Rapping like this fuh-got forgot his lines/
Rhymes that don't flow for sh1t, they're hollowed in/
Your Rolls-Royce doesn't make up for your dull voice/
Going against Monster, null choice/
D1ck riding f@ggot,/
You reach full joys when you pull boys/
What test? AIDS tests? I ace tests/
I'm plotting an exam, you failed, not even an ex-HAM/
I'm contemplating shifting floors, cuz you're damn trying to be boulder/
I come to play then sh1t on yours/
You're a pan frying, getting burned, a fan prying my folder/
Here, cry on my shoulder/
I'll answer your why's because I'm wise and I am much older/
Therefore, I'm your controller/

Kronos, Sonork, Tampax, you're rotten
If one has forgotten: I'm one past the spot in-/
Tay's murder list, but no one's dead?/
Conclusion: Tay's murderless, tazed, murdered, lisped/
I, Helen Keller, am blind and deaf/
I can't find the depth of Taylor's disses/
Taylor this is you needing to rewind indef-/
And -finitely, Kronos, you finna leave infinitely/
When I'm spinnin' these, forced multis/
Must be blind, haven't seen your first multis/
Must be deaf, haven't heard a single good line/
But you must be mute, haven't said a thing too good, I.../
Need to teach you a lesson on how to shell rhymes/
How to spell a word correctly,/
How to tell times,/
Now to quell the nerd directly/

Let me teach you how to brainstorm, and make a "parent thesis"/
First, my brain storms, to reign norms, with plain forms/
Next, I'm demolishin', repolishin', and reparin' T's/
When there's a pause in your verse, try out a comma, pliz/
Let this Mexican teach you English, go fly your Obama pics/
Rhyming multis isn't your flaw, its if you're even rhyming at all/
I don't need friends in these forums,/
I end all friends who envy against me in all forms/
C.K. and G.D., two gentlemen, in the wall of shame/
Both your friends, I rip both of em, put em on a ball of lame/
Me, Temp, Back, Robb, and _S couldn't share the hall of fame/
So we just annihilate, weak n1ggaz like you, into denial,hate/
A rival hate/
Between me and you, because I was acting tribal,mate/

My scheme be confused because it's become fused/
With skills, and yours be cum-fused,/
Cuz you rap like you masturbating while thinking with one head/
Using one or the other/
Probably has a toy called "bum spread", using one or his brother/
Every verse with sex in it, but I doubt you ever been sexin' it/
Make it public how bad you want it, and your virginity: you'll merge in it deep,/
Forever a virgin, so I can say "virg in defeat"/
I'm on the band wagon, while you bend, waggin your @ss/
You're @ss, all this time to diss! Why would I spend saggin?/
My claw? My finger's nail? It lingers fail/
I was scratching off a pimple I named Tmax, annoying and worthless/
Drawing his word list/
Wants to be an artist like me,/
But can't sculpt these multis I'm spittin', leaving him wordless/
This "Arabian" can't even drop nukes, since I stop flukes/

Yes, we get it, you're Kronos. Time: you father/
But I'm your father and its time your father, stepped into your life/
But to tell you the truth, I'm kinda bothered, I stepped into reply/
Cuz you spit forever weak sh1t/
And I'm tired, cuz you spit for every week: sh1t/
I pull a Darth Vader, your father, as I cut off Luke's arm/
To prevent him from typing more sh1t, its gift from a lukewarm,/
Father who wants to be involved, actually call me Luke/
Cuz you see Luke's worm and say "looks warm"/
Try to put your mouth on it, till I slap ya and say, "Oops, wrong"/
I should've been a better father, cuz your mom was a b1tch who beat you senseless/
And now you're a misogynist, I don't know what is saw in this/
I can't believe I'm such a big @sshole/
I left you alone because I got widened in my rectum,/
Why did I get rectum'd, who knows? All I know is,/
Tay: I wrecked him/

T comes after _S, _S killed, cuz _S is vile/
_S doesn't say hi to you either, because you're dead in _S's pile/
_S doesn't hi to me, _S just smiles because _S knows/
I'm using _S's style with excess style, cuz _S flows/
I practiced, racked his style, while I/
Robbed Robbmack's style, maxed his style/
Showcased: BackintheBlack's syllables, Rotate, wrappin' up Black's syllables/
I tempt play for Template and Temp played, now Temp plays/
He dropped his ten plays, you attempt plays/
But you fail, so you fell from his top three, to tenth place/

Damn
This is a complete NON-BIAS statement, but Monster killed this sh;t right here man, (Tmax you my dude, but you gotta admit its true lol)
I'm not even gonna bother quoting a line from this verse, there were so many solid punches..well done man

Monster you can expect an attack from me in the near future, but for now lets enjoy the Mayweather-Pacquiao fight this weekend. #TeamPacMan

[QUOTE=CrazyKydz;1038802]You'll "diss" me so hard I wish I wasn't born....
Were you talking about that sh||t you wrote....
or is there more to come??
Regardless...
That had to be the the.....never mind I won't criticize,
But If I'm batman and you're bane,
Forget about my name....
Who came out alive in the very end?

See you f||cked up...
I'm better than you no kidding,
After this you'll be in the sky like the batman beacon,
Just give me a reason,
These barz too toxic for y'all kidneys,
I'm going thru your barz like the terminator 2,
You can't go bar for bar with me,
I spit...but you..Your just babbling,
I throw that spear **** live javelin.

Now I know I write a lot,
But I mean this sh||t could really happen,
Put the silencer on the 9 to keep sh||t quiet,
Walk up over your body in both sneakers,
Stomp your b||tch ***** till the souls meet,
I bet a $100 you don't get what I mean...

Sh||t....
I find "Soap King" at the family picnic,
My arms out like under armour,
I'm tryna open sh||t,
I notice you have your moms and pops...
So I got the scope equipped...to focus with,
and soon as he tryna run and cover 'em.....
That's when I empty the clip,
Make sure his heart goes out to his family...
My condolences.

Now next time don't be such a b||tch,
If you gonna TRY and diss me atleast mention my f||cking name....
It's "CrazyKydz" D||ck head,
And you were clearly already dead,
That's why I targeted head,
And the only way to kill a zombie is with a headshot,
I'm sure you know where I learned that

I've returned. I'm back.
It's time to give u that *** whoopin'. That smack!
I've been sittin' on the throne.
Me and yo *****, all alone!
I just read this now, thinking wow this guy can not rap!
But, I guess I gotta give u credit for your girls skills at 'fap'
I realized u swear alot. For u there's no hope.
Ill clean that bad mouth of yours. With what? SOAP!
U tryna test my knowledge? Sayin' I don't know ****!
Looks like someone got possessed by wit!
Cuz obviously that was 'a big mistake.'
Wait, that's the words that came out your mamas lips when we had u for ****s sake!
Don't even compare me to you.
I'm SOAP your POO
I ride a Porsche. You ride a horse
I have hoes. U have foes.
My n****s are are real n****s. yours are just gold diggers.
I got a gold ring.
I got a fine ting.
I got a lambo.
I got a bodyguard like Rambo.
Yeah ain't nuttin' but pure luxury.
You looking left to me, should be looking up to me!
I'm the king of the night.
Don't try to put up a fight.
I'm the king, the pope.
But cuz u know me call me THE SOAP.
- THE SOAP.

Tmax tbh even though I trash on you a lot in my verses and make it seem personal, it's really not. I try to push you the extra edge and I get a bit better in each response to see how you do. You're actually pretty good, and although you lack some multis, your wordplay is one of the best in this thread. I said some stupid things in the beginning, but that's just to see how you handle dumb wannabe internet bangers who claim hoods. Either way, respect for you man. Happy cyphering!

Here we go again with the weakness I'm speechless
Your flow is a shame to the game gone feet-less
just a lil babe waiting to get maimed faceless
Sorry
I'm child seat seat-less and my rhymes are seamless

Look at you talking what you talking
who's this joker joking
I pimp hand straight to your face
Your words so stupid I need to slap some act right straight to your face
Laugh out Loud to your own self-described disgrace

Listen bruh you not at my level yet
You still not ready yet
Take a chill pill your weak will still aint even ready yet
Gain some knowledge and let it marinate N settle yet
I stole your lunch money but it still not enough yet

I throw uppercuts and haymakers
Like locomotion it strings like streams from an ocean
I'm a heavy wight you not even cruiser wight
Like your fate at a wake I put you to rest

Oh but you feel my words are too potent
I hurt yo feelings and you feel I should rework it

My slip of the lip has nothin do with personal ****
I write what I write N hopefully you wont cry on some stupid ****

You should have stopped at the stop sign
Now you stuck on the train tracks N train signs
Next time I let loose I wont cut you down with my words I'll take my time

Yo Soap,
You're returning back? Wow! But don't return with that/
Return it back. Pretend it didn't send, now try reversin that/
You give him an @ss whoopin? Or, is it "An @ss! Whip in!"/
Kydz? A grave is where he's in/
I carried him to his buryin'/
Go ahead and stare at him/
You'll be next to him, dead. But still be sextin' him/
If only he could see a necrophiliac's obsessed with him/

No, you looked in the mirror, and was thinkin that/
I hate this stinkin rap cuz its superior/
Clean your garbage lines first before his swearing/
Verse be boring, wearing/
Hurts me more for sharing/
Tips on spit with the soap with no hope/
With no grope on mean or savage rhymes/

He shouldn't test your knowledge, cuz your brain would get an F/
Then it'd never get to college, and more pain is all thats left/

That iambic heptameter at the end though plus or minus a syllable

Originally Posted by MonsterWrapper

Yo Soap,
You're returning back? Wow! But don't return with that/
Return it back. Pretend it didn't send, now try reversin that/
You give him an @ss whoopin? Or, is it "An @ss! Whip in!"/
Kydz? A grave is where he's in/
I carried him to his buryin'/
Go ahead and stare at him/
You'll be next to him, dead. But still be sextin' him/
If only he could see a necrophiliac's obsessed with him/

No, you looked in the mirror, and was thinkin that/
I hate this stinkin rap cuz its superior/
Clean your garbage lines first before his swearing/
Verse be boring, wearing/
Hurts me more for sharing/
Tips on spit with the soap with no hope/
With no grope on mean or savage rhymes/

He shouldn't test your knowledge, cuz your brain would get an F/
Then it'd never get to college, and more pain is all thats left/

That iambic heptameter at the end though plus or minus a syllable

Soap is my nick name here I guess
So I guess I'll start clean up on your mess

Brace yourself pace yourself
You better ask yourself
Am I ready to face the best
I got tones of soap
I rock yo jaw N rop-a-dope

Take lessons I got pages of sessions
Stacked in stages with mazes of lessons

My words are food
100% lean
100% taken N shaken to a rawness you've never before seen

I rush like a hurricane
Hurry up like lightning
My thunder has yet to strike him

If you didn't know me, Know me
You call me Soap so sue me
I stay fresh and so clean

G.D.
You're speechless? Know nothing to say.
His weakness? Wants someone to play.
Disgraced some fukin game?
Diss grace: so fuk the game.

Attempts are futile plaster.
Cuz Temp's your feudal master.
Lying to diss me but won't play my game? How rude.
Now who's trying to miss me? Just don't say my name.

The joker that jokes is joking thyself.
The choker who's choking gets choked by my help.
I pimp hand? Try *a pimp hand*.
But not a pimp head. Try a chimp head, see. Fukin chimpanzee.

As stakes arise, you haven't even uppercutted.
Either up or cut it, or get eaten like steaks or ryes.
Let me give you more basic rhymes:
I take a knife and strafe at night.
To place it right, I pace it slight but,
I've taken too long and wasted light.
Now your face is bright but before you raise your eyes,
I brace with might then chafe your eyes. The case: now police chasing, I.

Template hasn't reached your level yet? I'm glad he didn't.
Other wise he'd be level: sh1t. And you're mad he didn't.
You're on the chill pill? Get killed still.
You feel real? Accept the Monster, now feel steel.
And maybe he'll peel your fate, except he wants the
Real deal, you fake, so you gon get peeled still.
Stealing for lunch money? Nah, it's your yearly crunch money.
Always munched bummy, so he punched mummy for brunch money.

You're in time for your timin' of words rhymin'.
But lack the lime(sour) punch line and get lined in.
No commotion, his flow's eroded.
Locomotion turns to locomotive, he's tied to the train tracks.
Got on the train path, I slowly rode it.
Waited for the same path with my slain Max.
Train was going 893 and his brain splat.
The end. Goodbye Kydz! Don't forget to say hi to me and good day, class!

Some say I'm a nice guy but I'm here to hurt em though
When I chop and slice I experience a feelin' of vertigo
That tends to make me wanna murder mo
And leave bloody bodies hangin' vertical
I'm a cannibal animal, learned from Hannibal Lector
Cut from a homicidal texture, I'm a murder expert
Soulless and cold as my big homie Dexter
I'll leave ya life liquid stainin' ya sweatshirt
Bury ya deep in the dirt after choppin' ya to pieces
And then go to church and pray to Catholic Jesus
I have a sick thesis that's a bit grievous
And I'll explain it right after I'm through hackin' this fetus
What it happens to mean is this is my life's work
Comparable in parable to the terrible red stains on my white shirt
And I can show y'all the way but it just might hurt
I'm long gone astray but I have to say I'm not goin' out "like Kurt"...

So if you question this
You can rest in p1ss
I never ever miss a diss
I'll twist a spliff
And push you off of the precipice
Burn ya body, no evidence
Is ever evident
This is more than a hobby, I'm heaven sent
But I commit sh1t that's straight from h3ll's pits
Murder for money? Every penny was well spent
And the five O wanna know who I ride fo but I aint gonna tell sh1t
Now put ya arms out, I wanna see if these nails fit
I've nailed it so many times I can now say I'm bonafide
And I keep gettin' greata so a hata I wont abide
Coz I'm a killa on the track, in rap it's a lyrical homicide
Kill 'em on the fly, Ole Evil Eye is a hip hop miracle personified

Originally Posted by David Michael Collier

my rapping is artistic
urs is autistic

ur a fat ****
who dosent no how to make a blunt

u look like a monk who i trapped in my trunk

Damn ***** haven't you heard
You rap like a mother ****ing turd
I spit on people like you
Just wait for me and ill be there in a few
Talking **** about making a blunt
Ill be going after you like I'm on a hunt

This rap is so ****ing awesome
After this you'll be acting like a possum
I think Kayne can rap better
You a sitter Im a go getter
Your a used referent
Your irrelevant

(King was here)

You ain't got room to criticize my. Boys rap
Because all you really do is emphasize on Bull Crap

Originally Posted by JesusFreak23

Dude....... You're verses are the real deal! It's like medicial accapella for my lyrical drought I was going through. After reading your bares, I can spit again. Stay dope Brotha!

Thanx gee appreciate it

I was talking to Back in Black@ lol How do I start my own threads?

All ya'll raps are Wac c'mon you do way better trustin is no game just like you call called your mama. Thinking of what you'll do next your probably gonna beat me but hey I'm just saying your raps are... Lemme put it this way sleezy

Well well well... i thout i might as well end this
i might dispel the thought that i expelled any rapper
who ought to stay in the past and use fall instea of fell
Yeah i know crazyboys gone but decent rhymes began to come on
so uhh... what the h*ll

Yeah um... execptionally well done tmax
it was fun to advertise the verses you lack
the exception was that i was there
to bring you back to the recption
your in a casket and thats caskets cracked
your dead and grey
(i know you get offended when someone says black)
the reprecussions of trying to kill
but your lyrics barely smack i gave you a little
slack now crack head i want it back
you heard what i said your on the right train
on a dead end track

okay monster wrapper i guess ill kill you with my serrated sword
berrating other weak @ss cracker rappers by pouring words
into a spread of just irrational verbal discord but you spread a lot
i kinda called you a ***** and whats more i implore you
to stop sounding like for... est gump
boring us cause we all know that being dum is a definite
goal for some indefinitely softcore lyrics that you
and your homies constantly hearing and cheering you on
big words not really... your just really plump

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