(MC Anonymous)
Time to execution this nuisance, you causin' forum pollution
I got the uzi solution, cause bullet diffusion like an AK fusion
hieroglyphic lyrics? what's really cryptic is how you think ya prolific
I'm an MC with a certificate, you have credentials to be an illiterate
my punchlines will really make ya rise, send ya fuckin' soul to the skies
you set up your own demise, tell me to cry, bitch I'll fuckin' make you die
Self praise don't mean shit, I'll make ya spleen rip with obscene hits
10 years only seen spit, garbage rhymes stand out like a guy with green lips
smoke this purple haze, this dude just a spitter who thinks he can rap
you broke with no praise, now look, you aint even purple glitter on my map
claim you a scholar...you spelled it wrong, you dumb motherfucker
brother sucker, loving one another but ya hand is ya only other lover
Dissing me? you may not be a woman but you a fucking pussy
you aint ducking true knees, you bowing at my cock, dick sucking wussy
My complex rhythm transforms from theorem to a pliable algorithm
goes to purplehaze and hits em with punchline venom induced rippin'
It's on dawg, you can get ya body hauled off
Spittin raw bars blowin through you like a sawed off
Naw, naw bitch, we gonna fuckin rip ya balls off
You fucked wit that wrong ones you fucker you're all done
(Epiphany)
You're comparable to Mortal Kombat, FINISH HER, fatality,
You were born an abnormality, a mixed sexuality,
Loosened mentality, it suicide if you choose to battle me,
Simplistic lines that rhyme make your crew start scattering,
How flattering is it, when MC's give your trash a visit,
You're so enthusiastic about your massive piece of shit,
And calling your rhymes fantastic, maybe a tad too drastic,
You can't write, admit it, see that mic? Well pass it,
Your best rap is equivalent to my half assings,
Lower than the average, rhyming like a handicapped bitch,
Your paragraph proofs proving the truth, you nothin' but trash,
More or less, its an excuse for someone to whoop your ass
You got a college degree? Well, what college you go to?
This bitch is faker than the abs they draw onto Goku,
Genius couldn't even spell the word "cliche" correctly,
Bitch, my mouth's a gun, look where it's pointing directly.
It's on dawg, you can get ya body hauled off
Spittin raw bars blowin through you like a sawed off
Naw, naw bitch, we gonna fuckin rip ya balls off
You fucked wit that wrong ones you fucker you're all done
(James R)
My flow’s dope like I switched my ink with diesel fluid
You can’t say my name and think that I’ll be peaceful stupid
You scatter brained I’m spittin venom, speakin fluent
College aint shit if you’re whack man your degree is useless
But there’s a lot of yall that’s singin their ill
Yo you can’t climb the mountain with the king of the hill
But bring it for real, just another bitch that tested me
You aint had a hot bar in the past 10th a century
…Me and my conglomerates leave your ass anonymous
I might mean murder, just assume that it’s synonymous
…I’m outta tips, so now you’re comin through me
I been in the zone like I fuckin designed the 2-3
I shoulda let my main man z-em drop
But I’m bored and keyed this in a PM box
But I’m a pussy… really cunt?
I’ll split your bitch ass fast as Cass wit a Philly blunt