You can die now or later, take ya pick.
I end ya life after a game of 456.
I roll dice then I go and end ya life.
When I hit you I make sure I ain't gotta do it twice.
I got fam that was a hitman so my shit is equipt nice.
Don't think that I bust gunz that I can't fight.
But born ta kill, your one that was born to grill.
But I put metal in mouths like southern rappers will.
Don't come at me, cuz you aint on my level likeTrillville.
Sense I do it, my name should be Born to Kill.
Mothafucka!
Blah, blah, blah, King's a waste of fuckin letters...
Crowned himself a fool, cuz he didn't know any better.
Bitch, straighten up and quite showin me that ass...(avy)
And by the way, next time ya offered dick, I suggest you pass.
Cuz faggits go down quick in battle, just like in bed...
And this one's already so low, you can rest a drink on his head.
dropping bombs to "sabotage" any plans and crackin-jaws, cause you aint doin nutthin but rappin-flawz,
face it homie you break it down with basics, thinkin your underground cause you live in a basement, fuck your texts i come equip to erase-it, bottom line is you met ya replacement
No need to spit some metaphores, i rid-of-your, wackness in pitty-your, none emcee skills it's sad you'll never be winning-your, battles come equipped with lyrics to make your brain rattle, then cook you like eggs serve ya scrambled.
lunatik it seems 2 me u need to read more
u lack literacy, u prolly a pety weed whore
kids new to rb, you can't attempt 2 defile me
rip your self esteem 2 shreds with hostile armies
your birthright should be stricken from the records
i'll powerdrill your girl like the ceo of black & decker
u aint got style your burberry lacks checkers
give up, you'll never earn your stripes like leapords
kid got banned, damn .. 'your rather the worse'
if i needed a 'bunch of shit' i woulda 'gathered-ya-verse'
grab em a nurse, dunny .. start 'dissin me better'
who names themselves, afta they overall 'history-record?'
now let's be honest, i got u to 'babble in fear'
an it's funny how my spitz longer than ya 'rapbattle career'!
Cannabarz-
Kid you a fucc'n joke//Cannabarz huh seems to me ya should've named yaself candy bar//ya spittin sweet shyt and if it werent for tha cotton I'm sure that ya pussy would be leakin//matter fact lets try Cinnabunz//your sticcy from tha sweetness//I think this summer I'll buy you a sun dress//now dont stress//ya know exactly how it go//I got to dot ya head wit tha blacc Calico//sweet niccaz like you confuse flowin wit blowin//you wanna spit to erase not cause you dont like tha taste//.................holla 4 a scorchin cause I'm in tha business or roastin...................
what the fuk is this?, my punches 'slashin ya ice'
an afta this, u more bloodier than th' 'passion of christ'
half ya shits nice, like a gentlemen homie .
n ima bring u th' abrituary for 'gettin-to-know-me'
so-we cannot discuss, th' 'repracussins-in-this'
detour ya thoughts, n leave ya brain 'touchin my fists'
Cannabarz/..........again?
Damn I'm guessin god dont like you I keep havin to rip you in each and every forum//and to be honest its finally takin its toll, I'm feel boredom//so here go a few more shots in ya fore arm//tha only fire you lightin in meltin down ya her'on//dammit man I just caught ya free basin//and to make matters worse did you just search 4 god with reverend Mason//...........oh I see you tryna start a Jihad but in order to do that you must be in touch with Allah//which basically means be real with self//but I guess ya cant do that cause I just toasted ya and there isnt anything left..................................
48 posts/ go elevate/ tell the gates that you've been there/ seen god and he sent you back to get talent/ u faced me .. and went back at it/ an if goin to heavens a drug, you a fucking crack addict/ now let's have a crack, ya crews pass witty/ and u gettin punked..where u live at new-jack city!/ wesley snipes, snipe ya home..yunno the one you live next to/ in a box and a next-dude that call u his ex-boo?/ now dunny, get a life, get a knive .. stab ya self, see if u real about living/
look at u kid, 88 post and already got a lost/
startin early, with shit spitten at a cheap cost/
K-O-R, Kids of Riches/
i hate stuck up little bitches/
fuck i would have no prob battlin u/(im callin u out dawg)
just an easy when, nothin to prove/
hitten u me weak, not hearin a squeak/
but hitten ya heard, leavin blood leaks/
not time to step up, no time to wake up/
already dead, now ya lifes struck/
6 feet under still gettin a good Rap Brain Fuck/
u wack/ go back and edit/ get a craig mac deal/ remix yaself and be on the real for real/ I bring steel without being superman/ while you bring lois...now that's SUPER, mayyn/ u eatin up tuna cans wit ya sour ass breath/ till i slice ya apple..give u a sour ass neck/ poke ya flesh/ u prolly know the rest/im known as the best/ u a losa' in ya gay/ be sosa, live ya life for one day/ get a ghostwriter .. an not dude, with a skull wit flames/ get a rhymepad/ get made for days/
Cannabarz again..........?!?!?!fucc
Fucc it......I'm takin off tha vest and settin down tha desi//theres no need to over excite my bottom bytch Betsy//its easy to see a nicca like you aint ready//you still tryna squeeze in tha cinnamon brown teddy//I knew you would change, ya love ya name dontcha//you just puttin on a front like you a blood thirsty vulture//Cinnabunz c'mon dogg lighten up//there's enough gay rappers on this site 4 you to fucc//I'm not callin names but I can easily bench 140//and B2K is really startin to bore me//and tell LiK 25 to stop reppin that 5//he dont want 6 holes to ruin that crooked crowns shine//tell that mufucca dame chocha//lo siento pero tha gamez are ova.....................................
Kruption in need of a new diss instead with CANNA BArZ 2(squared)/
this dude is paranoid and steady rippin out his own hair//
whats up with the extra lines that dont even aim at/
CannaBarz, gotta be broke in like a new fresh throwback//
The fuck was that ?, u typin' all that non-sense and you'z a Flyweight?/
it seems i been here longer than you have, 101 posts? all of them are a waste//
Last edited by BluMami; March 14th, 2004 at 11:57 AM
blu mami your whole crew gon' get sodomized
ill rape your beats and take first prize
soon u'll despise my lyrical premise
i paddle through the beats like taxis in venice
my flow is relentless, y'all wont regret this, im 2pacs apprentice
u cant stop me like ballerz in memphis! Blaowe!
k-nine, wut up dogg, only a thug can judge a thug..//
so shut your trap.. sumone get me a muzzle fo this PUG//
tha matrix has you, thinkin you can do wuteva you put your mind to//
ther is no stratigy here, but to kill- sweepin tha chess bored like tha blind do//
wen my uzi get agitated, hes on his own , killing//
k-nine, you need to shut tha fuck up "god willing"//
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