MC Anonymous;
I spit rhythm that makes girls leak with serum,
my extraterrestrial theorem makes me wonder if the planets can hear em,
I spear em with lyrical thermite, and I can't spit with ya cause' my hands burn mics
James R;
Aiyo I spit flames rip quick game and pimp dame like money mike
I get flicks shameless my dick's famous it aint funny right
Pass me the mic and answer to fight ya man is a dyke I'm like cancer for types
Of MC's with empty lyrics dont tempt me near it I'm the man of the site
MC Anonymous says:
My dick big enough to impregnate the universe,
and how ya guns gonna hurt me when ya shootin' puny bursts?
dude my uzi's hurt, when they spray it's like six flags vacation,
and I got ya ass on lock like a six fag probation,
my rhymes making ya mind suffer from mentality deflation,
and I can draw a line to ya for bestiality relation
James R;
Yo I'm doper than needles in the diesel vein/
colder than the seasons change lemme ease ya brain/
anonymous make you think that he's deranged/
vocabulary defeats the chain it's off the hizzle/
my flow leave you dumbfounded droppin spittle/
If I say fuck you I aint burnin bridges I'm bombin cities/
Your whole fan base is calm and gritty/
You couldn't rock a crowd with a slingshot and a pebble decided/
me vs you is like david verses the rap goliath/
MC Anonymous says:
Lyrically, I'm banana's, my jaws grind to spit poetic stanza's
that has more rhythm then hindew tantra,
I spit the wind blew manta's out of the ocean,
and my flow covered in that noise called emotion,
commotion exploding through out lyrical notions,
and I'll masturbate with my mystical lotion
James says:
Im the king of this shit with a crown made from broken mics/
you comin at me, you gotta be smokin ice/
Lets roll the dice and deal the cards I'm ropin names/
Fuck wit me and you'll split more than cards in a poker game/
You chokin mane, my diss verses open veins/
I'm so consistenly ill and people wonder when your flow could change/
MC Anonymous says:
I spit historical rhetorical
that burn with caloric rhymes that are metaphorical,
my lines are categorical in the lanes of greatness,
and I'll attack ya with these frames of lateness,
so when it eventually shows up your boxed in 3D planes,
I'm everywhere at once... like a 4D name
James says:
Yeah these bitches be crazy, but these whores be sane/
To everyone's surprise these dumb sluts got brains/
Gold digging they whole livin these hoes strippin and pole slippin/
Bitches blow til my dole's drippin leavin these pros sippin/
A good bust is a man's time, and a good slut is a man's dime/
I might be a pig but swallowin man kind/
MC Anonymous says:
Two faced bitches get no recognition,
snitichin' puts the key in the ignition and I'm in ya face like vision,
all that bitchin will be silenced when I whip out the dick,
cunt just shut ya mouth and sip on it quick,
I'm not a nice guy that swiped sides like double dutch or high tides,
my thighs fine keep ya head between em and ride.
James says:
Aiyo my flow is like the garden of eden,
so once i declare war it's gon be god damn hard to get even/
I'll pardon the beefin cuz honestly I'm pausin ya breathin/
Starvin your seeds and now ya wife got me hard and she steamin/
And drippin bitch is dippin low like Christina Milian/
I raped her in the closet cuz misdemeanors get me on/
So I sit her down and tie her/
My slugger got her poppin more pills than bonds and mark mcguire/