Diss The Rapper Above You(THE SLAUGHTER HOUSE IS OPEN)

[Syllvurr]

"Anyway..burn in the viciousness of my verses!"

burn in the in the vicious...? nah my flows too malicous
watch spyda twist-this while I leave mak in stitches
his motha an sistas? I aint got time for the bitches
Mak got his intro im supplyin-his-finish
can't ******** wit me, go on mindin ya business
Im the diamond out the rough, he's a dime-in-the-ditches

~Ay! Mixi Tup!~

Heard my name in LG, an he began to fear it
cause even the Most Deaf, cant stand his lyrics
If mak's a threat, then im a Afganist-Terrorist
I've seen alot of fags, but this man's-the-queerest

queerist...is that even a word? rofl Mak....I hope you make it in time to diss me....I see youre gettin bored wit these people...I want to make sure it doesnt lead to ya gettin rusty domokun .Show em how LG'rs do it. mrgreen  

[True Hip Hop]

man who the ones gassin-u-up, drivin the truck//
dawgs i light it up, why yall ready ******** yah relapse, back into a permanent nap, dats a fact//
put you back on yah daddy's lap, reminiscing about the a** he use to tap//
do some lyrical pull ups, cuz you all shook up//
cant ryhme right, yah mouth full of dat j**z huh, ***** full of//
of my s**t to Savior, ina quick second split, rhymes as sick, as suckin a aids infected d**k//
hear that gun click, of my lyrical nine b***h, u hit, aint no more of you rappin for a bit//
Infiltrate your skull and stop your brainwaves//
Start stompin you like a f** on the floor diein from X at a rave//
It should end now, cuz you got "owned" like a ******** sex slave//
cuz a ***** gotta get paid, for you, get laid with 70yo women who dont even shave between there legs//
so before i depart with my lyrical art//
best step back wit the rap, before mines stop yah heart//  

[Makairo II]

True can go stick his d**k up Spyder's a**,
I won't bother to swing on a ***** 'cuz both of their jaws are made out of glass,
Spider got eight legs to make up for a missin' p***s,
True says he he was honest Hip-Hop but he doesn't mean it,
Spyder - don't be talkin' about Mos Def and s**t,
You a rapper or reggae artist? Don't make me use a Ms. Cleo diss,
xd
True, I'm sorry but you're so wack it's not funny,
Stop tryin' to write rhymes and get a job for real money,
Gold won't get you anywhere - atleast not the type for which you fiend,
Kind of like the nowhere Spyder's goin' with his dreams,
Silver's a little more dull than I expected,
An excuse for white gold 'cuz a lack of funds is detected,
Disguise in shiney - still ain't no silver, boy,
Wraps his crawlin' a** in aluminum foil,
This ain't how "LG'rs" do it - this is purely the Mak,
I've dealt with you and True Hip-Hop, but I'm shocked he bothered to come back.

Bleh..quick attack on both. xd Check out my battle with that crazy kid. I'm pretty sure I won..his "punchlines" were so..weak. neutral Mine were awesome though.  

[Volumptuous piece of lint]

oh wow this ***** believin he tupac, thinkin he done got dis rap game on locc
He sayin he got punchlines, but he waistin yall tyme
He just anotha ***** who whine, yall go 2 easy on him yall nigas 2 kind
anotha ***** who got his head swole, not his ambitions but his d**k
this ***** beatin at night, like neyo he so sick
callin eryone dumbasses but he caint spell "Mac" imma have this b***h so shook, wont be a comeback.
he gettin on colors and dumb s**t dat got no meaning, his rhymes is garbage, when he gon stop dreamin?

By Yours Truely,
Berrylicious
XOXO  

[Graphitty-King]

Makairo II

True can go stick his d**k up Spyder's a**,
I won't bother to swing on a ***** 'cuz both of their jaws are made out of glass,
Spider got eight legs to make up for a missin' p***s,
True says he he was honest Hip-Hop but he doesn't mean it,
Spyder - don't be talkin' about Mos Def and s**t,
You a rapper or reggae artist? Don't make me use a Ms. Cleo diss,
xd
True, I'm sorry but you're so wack it's not funny,
Stop tryin' to write rhymes and get a job for real money,
Gold won't get you anywhere - atleast not the type for which you fiend,
Kind of like the nowhere Spyder's goin' with his dreams,
Silver's a little more dull than I expected,
An excuse for white gold 'cuz a lack of funds is detected,
Disguise in shiney - still ain't no silver, boy,
Wraps his crawlin' a** in aluminum foil,
This ain't how "LG'rs" do it - this is purely the Mak,
I've dealt with you and True Hip-Hop, but I'm shocked he bothered to come back.

Bleh..quick attack on both. xd Check out my battle with that crazy kid. I'm pretty sure I won..his "punchlines" were so..weak. neutral Mine were awesome though.

I hope U don't mean me stare , well despite that, we need people to vote for our rematch. Get people over there to start post voting aiight?  

[IM OUT]

I sit back and I look at these wanna be rap stars
They still on Transformers and Hot Wheel Cars
Nowonder they sound so ******** stupid in they bars
broads Ya'll flows need braws PAUSE.......
Before you come at me go get touch ups
Poo puts need ta lift ya shits up like you throwin upper cuts
But I still can't be touched I'm too much ta clutch
for ya'll sorry raps and such
So what ya'll gone do ta me scars or scabs what you gone box me niggas I can dodge a jab
No pen and pad just da gift ta gab gotta thank god for that
I'm too exact abstract for these whack acts too attack
I'm new in this b***h so ya'll step back or get a verbal back smack
It's a fact half ya'll cats lack and it shows
You slack but I guess you think you a rapper I suppose
but you need ta stop sniffin that crack up ya nose
Ya'll ain't ******** wit G double E this you gonna know
now allow me ta tell these fake mcees when ta go  

[wormman84]

who u talking about being wanna be rap stars/
when your the one seeing stars when your knocked out wit these bars/
your raps are like war, unessecary and makes no sense/
but my raps are the things that make rappers tense/
because I'm the one knockin people out of their mind/
when I come into the ring, people watch me, the one of a kind/
rap star wit the crazy rap bars/
and I don't even need a record deal or some nice cars/
get some better skills because you can't take my punches/
when your ready get your a** off the benches/
and face me like a man, not a medeocre punk/
so instead of dissing people, work because your raps are junk/
I just trashed your rap like last weeks meal/
if you impress me, I'll get you rap out the trash and we'll make the deal/
but until then, I'll be in the ring ready to fight/
betta get a muzzle because I just gave you one hard bite/  

[IceyPimp15]

U makin niggaz like me tense???? lol U must be jokin
U couldn't have been focused, I'm hot just incase u ain't notice
Ur cold, and it's sad that u thought u was "it"
Childish I'ma call u nick ,u all that and a bag of s**t
If rap was baseball, u'd ride the bench and I'd catch in my mitt
And I'd be blastin home runs u'd barley make base hits
So ***** face it!!! Ur skill pales in comparison 2 mine
On a scale of 1-10 u bout a 5 i'm bout a 9
And as I develop 2 a another level u might gain a point or 2
I'd get mo red monkeys and bapestas so I can expand my zoo
And u r not one kind, ur livin a fake life like u a sim
There's millions of white rappers who wanna be eminem
And ur no different than them, but u like eminem u can afford big rims
But the fact that he can rap and u can't seperates u from him
So I advise you, stop now so u can rethink ur goals
U'd make it as a p.o. or copo u could easily patrole
U a lawman...so I think that'll be easy 4 u 2 uphold
And nahh I don't want ur gold, cause respect is the ur only toll  

[IM OUT]

I don't wanna diss you IcyPimp so ima switch up this s**t
And shift my spit at da whack a** up ahead of you
You think you better than WHO? ******** you couldn't even step up on my rappin peddlestoole
What you gonna do ta me snitch ya type I already fought
I'm runnin circles around this b***h like a indoor court
Ya poor raps ain't got no bussiness in a Hip Hop profession
Next kid up better learn a lesson gotta confession keep steppin <******** is you tessin son you stression and fession
is only gonna get you layed out by da smiff & wesson
And that's verbaly ***** cause you ain't worth me pullin da trigga
But keep talkin like you a bigga figga
I'll put ya a** under da basement wit tigga
You ******** wit a ***** that I'll rob ya punk a** in da staircase
No mask bare face wit da auto mag on safe
Let his b***h a** escape and watch em scream and run ta jake
for pete's sake I'm killin all these whack niggas at this rap s**t
Nig nig ***** all ya lil gaia spits is plastic
Ya whole lil gaia rappin career is a accident WHO's gassen em ******** OUTTA HERE!!!!!

NO subliminals I'm directin this at WORMMAN LOL whackass...... And anybody else that got somethin ta say you know it's all good you can get ya a** chewed up like baked food too lol  

[CripNiccaFoLyfe]

see this the s**t that i dont get, the s**t that leave me confused//
how you go on thinkin you hard battlin noobs, you a cool dude//
tryna take worman ***** come on be serious//
battle me, go head to to head, and see if you aint left ******** up and delerious//
this serious case of cocky that needs to be toned down//
words oceanic like a tsunami, guarenteed that'll you'll drown//
i'm on this ***** like a hound and i wont give up till he found//
dead, flesh rotting six feet in teh ground//
rofl  

[IM OUT]

He's a noob hey well that's not my problem
His whole rappin skill is a riddle and now I'm bout ta solve em
Lyricly desolve em and have paramedics breathen soft on em
You ******** up when you tried ta let ya diss hit my s**t
You should have checked da post list and redirected ya bullshit
But that's OK of course no problem ta go back and forth
Bout ta chop and leave ya s**t split like a frog in a science dycetamey course
You'll get tossed like anybody that try ta floss
Burnin niggas like out back hot sauce and
runnin top speeds around this b***h like I'm Randy Moss
Cost yoused ta just play fake rappers I'm extortin em now
That tuff s**t ya'll talk is profound ya'll ******** around come uptown talkin down and get found
Only pounds given around my way is da guns 45's, macks,AK's and Gages
Smack em wit da two ace's mack double one's ***** I'm troublsome
NFL ***** who ******** wit them runnin rock's like Barny Rubble and em
These kids is done come get some you lil bums
I snatch da whack raps you niggas brung right from under ya thumbs I'm numb "1" best ya'll run
Cause you know I'm da truth and da answer like Iverson.  

[Graphitty-King]

U say that we talk tough but by talking about gunz, U contadict Urself
Just ryhme for Urself and for nobody else's health

Cuz tha ryhmes ya feeding me are give'n me food poisoning, understand?
Making me sick to my stomatch, I wanna throw up man

I ingested Ur rotten ryhmes so the trash can is the next route
Ya ryhmes tasted worse coming in and better going out

For protection U need Ur petty Ak's, mack's, and Gages? sad...
The only weapons I need is this pencil, eraser and pad

Their my tools of obliteration, to destroy the hater nation
And it seems that U have left Ur post *****, get back to Ur station

Before U get shot with a serious verse, which is likely to happen
Then I’ll post a note on ya body “ Gee-Money killed in action”

For the actions of think’n Ur words are vauble, worthless verses is all U spit
And U mind-as-well ryhme out Ur a** cuz Ur mouth has already said enough s**t

My eyes are officailly dumpstars from reading in those garbage bars
Cuz Ur so called "skill" is yet to be found, like life on Mars

But let me get back to subject, U is the b***h ***** here, man I shoulda told yah
U bugg'n out more than Tom Cruze on Oprah

Yelling and sceam'n like U lost ya damn mind
Stop think'n U hot, think'n ya a** can can ryhme
And I bet U've been to court and served some time,
Cuz spit'n game as bad as U have, has to be a crime

Don't diss on anyone else cuz U is just as inexperienced as those noobs
And it shows cuz U iz faker than Tara Reed's boobs

To have this diaper wear'n ***** in this guild I won't allow
Maybe I'll give Ur panzy a** some undies "I'm a big boi now!"

In the mean time, let the men get to their business and U to the kiddy s**t
***** this tha Graphitty-King, and The Haven U f*ck'n wit!  

[IM OUT]

Straight off da top on this sweet-mint
he don't deserve no pen and pad treatment
Tired of fake street men wit no sence of da life
Da hype that they speaken is kicken more than Jeff Speakmen
They lips meeten but not enough truth seeken
Lies deepen from bullshit they seen over da weekend
Fake thugs fake hugs fake love fake whatz sup's
Gotta worn myself of these fake niggas I raise up
Try ta stay up above cats actin all rugged and ruff
Talkin all tough but soon as da gunz bust niggas is nodden and throwin up
Guess that's just da ways of life
Some take flight and some get addicted ta da pipe
Kid you lookin for stripes cause You bein nice
Here's some advise keep tryin at it wit all ya might
But sorry......... not in this life  

[Marcus Ville]

Guess who I'm talkin bout yep it's Gee-Money,
I guess he naked because he got wee-money,/

All you talkin is dudes actin fakin, whatever go home,
I can tell you somethin bout ya self you got "no backbone"/

I aint go too tough on ya because ya brain slow,
You is f** with no talent all you know how to do is taste the rainbow,/

Maybe if you practice for months, nah years might can be betta,
But for now remember MV and worship them lettaz,/  

[Stay Strapped]

Ay man you betta stop makin fake a** rhymes/
you prolly got killed in battles like thousand times/
im a millionaire you aint even makin dimes.