Dissa personen över! (Cypher #6)

I never said i liked bazookah, man, his just another joe
but though, he fuck you up, around the clock, from o' to twenty-fo'

Don't know why i'm writin' this, I'm still a bit drunk I suppose
So I don't care if my writin' get stranded, like dan defoe's
Do it only fo' show, but unlike you i don't blow
Bitch, B-joe's on top of you, you're like six feet below.
And what the fuck you gonna do? Spit some shit about my grammar?
Man, just bring your fuckin' homies, fuck it, bring your fuckin' grandma'
And I will sort ' em out too, I will never ”holla” at you
Bitch, you see my raps more straight up than fuckin' Paula Abdul

Your punchlines are hollow, your rhymin' is borrowed
You're just a sad motherfucker, writin' in sorrow.

Big toilet, You been´flushed´.

Now stfu an´ HUSH!

Wild´ was wild n´out on ya. An´ he ain´t pullin no punches.
He shitted on ya pretty good while your fat ass was out eatin 3 lunches!
(you´re like a white Fat Albert). Hey, hey, hey!!


"Your punchlines are hollow, your rhymin' is borrowed
You're just a sad motherfucker, writin' in sorrow."

That shit right there´s da truth.


tissue, o´ tissue. If I´d make you disappear.
No one would ever miss you.
An´ even Wild´ was ´stylin on ya´. (w1LdZtyL3)
I suppose dude, just be callin em as he see´ ´em.
Your bars are OLD, Toilet!
-They belong in a museum.
Wild´ be on sum ´only when I´m drunk´ shit, like them Likz nigguz.
But still sober enough, to diss tha shit outta fat white bitch nigguz!
"Straight up like Paula abdul". That shit was actually on point.
tissue, you´re gettin steamed like Ralph Cramden.
I think you actually need a joint. (chill out fagget).
Get mah point? You´re gettin all worked up over nuthin.
Tryina act all grizzly, but you´re just a teddy bear.
I´m rippin out yer stuffin!
An´ all that huffin an´ puffin ain´t impress nobody.
You ain´t never had shotty, what you know about a homi?
I ain´t gone front, I never iced a dude. But I done seen it up front.
No bs dawg, I was 10 and packed a li´l gun.
Defender 89, a nickel plated Derringer.
N´ you´sa bitchass, for even thinkin you could fuck with my character!
So, like a hot summer day, I´mma ´see sun´/see son.
An´ dumb it down for this foo´ like,
see spot, see spot run!
I wear it out. An´leave ya mom´s ass, sticky like a bun.
An´ on sum otha shit, this is TOO easy.
Maan, I´m havin fun! LOL.

Bazookahjoe

U asked me for a penn, i gave u a penn,
U asked me for some papper, i gave u papper,
Then u asked me for a nice punchline,
And i gave u one, and hit u so hard, that u thought that im divine,
Stop play man, cause u even spit of the accapella,
My words tear apart ur throat, !Everybody get an umberella!
Cuz now i see red, blood everywhere,
Like i said i gonna kill u, and u can hear my name in the air,
Homie, I killin on broadway, what u got to say?
Ur wheel is spinning but ur mouse is dead,
And i aint gonna take some line bout' ur mom or sister,
Cuz thats just some immature twister,
U and me, man 'n man, one on one,
I gonna put u down, u freak' clown,
And ye i getting Wild-wilder and Big-bigger,
Cuz im like Van Wilder, and fuck all the wigger's,
Battle me how much u like,
Cuz unlike u, im a fucking castle,
Im the king and u r the joker and the dragqueen,
Im spitn' it clean and real, im the madda-fucker-killin'-machine.
Now im done today, and please dont take ur life,
Cuz i dont have time to have that on mind,
So goodbye, hit it tight, and if u can then give me a decent fight,
And yeah i know that im white, but still its u thats playin' like vanilla ice.
Peace

MisterKee,

"U asked me for a penn, i gave u a penn,
U asked me for some papper, i gave u papper,"


MrKee, I ain´t ask´ you for shit!
N´I belive you got sum ´issues´,
the way you´re ridin Toilet´s dick.
Ain´t that some shit? Seems when it rains,
it really pours.
No sweat doe, I drop you ALL,
like ya moma´s draws!
And now you wanna set some shit off,
really? You can´t even spell ´paper´.
You´re a dumbski. A nut, n´ a hellafied hater.
You´re just a fift grader, an´ I´m a sick,
murderous landscaper.
N´you wonder WHY, I´m so quick to turn you into vapor??!

Bazookahjoe

So u still wanna battle? thats fine,
Cuz with ur bad lyrics u make me shine,
And there came a mom line,
u most be born for early in time,
No hate, but u r a retard,
u aint hard, battle u like a romance bard,
U tryin' to get big here in whoa's topic,
Assultn' u with my words, through my mic,
so even my mic get bloody,
So go home and quick study,
the book of "Rap for dummies"
I got my ess's so u better be better,
till the next time, cuz thers no next time,
u r mine, cuz im malign.

so u want him to study the book of rap for dummies?
but who's the dummie?
It's misterKee and i want to see what you have to say 'bout me.
Not much i guess unless ur a prodigy but u aint me so u must be the duck from looney tunes or disney, duffy, and i bet u can't make a buck not even if u bend over or suck it,
the rocket in my pocket, u thought it was my cock but I showed u a glock and i'm dyin' to cock it.

Man, i could do this all night long just spittin' some shit but it feels wrong,
to battle a five yr old kid, ur bars make my eyelids go down.
It feels like they never wanna go up, the rhyme of urs make 'em so heavy that
they'll touch the ground, and stay there forever.
Now lemme' show u something that's more of a slaughter.

So now I'm blind but my mouth is wild and you can never shut me up, not even if u try
or tie me up and lay me on a trainrail 'cause ur the one that set the sail on the boat of fail.
Ppl are calling this battle, i'm calling this bury someone on a cemetary in Seattle.

pz man!

Jag glider in här som en revolutionär//
Jag dissar alla i cypher #6 här//
Jag battlar tjenixe P19, sär?//
Har ni nånsin sett sånt här?//
BigIssue, har du porblem vad är det man?//
Ellar ska jag kalla dig för kvinna?//
MisterKee kan inte rimma//
Mina rader är hårda, wildstyle kommer svimma//
Ism börjar brinna, shit the blir hett//
Allt jag lägger blir fett//
De här är för lätt//
Jag kommer in här någon gång senare//
Nu drar jag bort o meckar feta bree//

j3r01



jag har rökt så mycket feta att nu är jag rätt så fast.
fimpa dina spliffar pojk, för du är bara tretton bast!
du sitter hemma själv, medans jag är på fest nånstans.
du är dålig på det mesta, själv är jag nästan bäst på allt.
j3r01 är ett allt för lätt motstånd, typ som i light drycker.
detta är verklig rap, ger dig ett riktigt hype stycke.
ser att du backar bakåt, antar att du tog varningen.
och även om jag sitter, är jag över ditt huvud, bokstavligen.


peace & out!

Zindefakka

Yoyoyo, du har rökt så mycket att du hamnar i konstiga tankebanor//
Typ som att du kan rappa, vad har du rökt egentligen, oregano?//
Det där var inte verklig rap, det var mer som låten där texten inte hann ikapp beatet//
Efterblivet invalid, låt mig ta det första klivet in i nästa heat//
Öppnar med Tiger Woods golfswing, hole in one och snor din brud, allt i samma bit//
Du är en fragil gips-figur, jag petar på dig och du faller ihop i tusen bitar//
Men efter att ha sett din figur skulle det inte förvåna mig om musen kvittrar//
Om det låter bra när du rappar, det kvittar, sålänge du får ligga, men dig själv i spegeln är den bästa fittan du hittar//
Fittindränkt fitta med fittandedräkt, min text är utan överdrift helt perfekt//
Du en defekt som läkt ut ur din senaste släktträffs kärleks-sekt//
Jag är den tornado du vill vara, men du är ännu bara en vindfläkt//
Knäckt vore en underdriven beskrivning av situationen, more likely skulle jag beskriva den som att jag satt på tronen, förklarad bäst MC i unionen, med dig som sittdyna vädjandes över att inte klassas som en på miljonen//

BigIssue

jag steppar upp på scenen, kom an då, man kom
han som stanna kvar, trots att kommandon ankom
fatta, jag är en strong man på framgång
börja skaka av rädsla så dom sprang som fan dom
gick och gömde sig, men då kom Sam och fann dom
fan vilket skämt, tror dom att dom vann nått?
fan erkänn att du brukar ordlista och lexikon
och går över gränsen som en horfitta från mexiko
jag ger dom massa mordblickar som knäcker dom
du fattar ej att tåget gått, du går på ändå
lika förvirrande som att bara få får ett får
men du står på ett spår, tåget har åkt så du går
men blir överkörd av tåget när det åkt på din bål

Jafari

Okej, då får vi se hur länge du håller dig vid liv//
Du battlar på whoa men är helt okänd som din profil//
Du har tagit dig för mycket luft//
Jag kollade din hemsida "Är det här någon grupp"? (ha)//
Att du har slutat med rappen, det är väl självklart//
När jag skulle kunna knäcka dig med, 2 bars!//
En grabb på 23 bast, med en jävla massa skägg//
Detta är inte roligt längre när jag kan vinna över dig med ett tomt jävla inlägg!//

Zindefakka


Ey yo, yo

Harru rökt oregano eller vad e du säger?//
Jag playar dig som ett piano och knullar alla dina vänner//
Bästa dissen här i forumet//
sätt dig ner o håll käften, zindefakka horunge//
Jag har aldrig backat bak, inte tatt nån varning//
När jag e klar med dig så kan du kalla mig för galning//
Du är på fest någon stans, vart då?//
Jag springer dit o tar all din alkohol//
Flickor ska inte dricka, stanna kvar o titta//
Du har aldrig sett något sånthär inom svensk rapp//
Jag skriver raderna så snabbd så jag drabbas av hjärtattack//
Inte tid nu, skriver inge bra//
Men jag lovar älskling jag kmr tillbaks <3

;)

j3r01 P13

jag har rökt oregano, till och med fribasat
tagit det med thinner med en skittrasa
skjutit det i armen, missat venen
försökte igen på de nedpissade benen
fuck it, j301 yada yada
du i min närhet är konsum jag är prada prada
hade hoppats på battle - du är inget tungt hot
jag kan ta både hjärtattack, aids och lungsot
10 bars innan jag fick gloria
och jag är inte ens daniel bredvid victoria

du drygar mot mig och vad fan tror du händer?
trottoarkanten blir bästa vän med dina framtänder!
ja jag gör det som i american history x
medans du sitter med din mormor med te och kex
vill du battla och jag knäcker dig lätt
och varenda liten jävel på whoa älskar mitt sätt!
och tro mig jag har skrattat tills jag dog
för din flickvän ringde mig och hon ville bli ihop
"det var bättre förr" jag har hört det förut
men då var din brud ihop med dig, eller hur?


Messiah/Shinto/Louis du vet jag knäcker dig flippin it real!

Big Issue och Bazookahoe i en battle på 2 rounds hade varit legendariskt, båda är lätt en utav "eliterna" här i tråden, no doubts!

Do it.

Bazookahjoe


jag star fast vid what ich sa tidigare, bajsenhaulen!

Little tissue, a question for ya:

A sore loser and a hater fag says what?

(little Toilet tissue scrunches up his face, scratching his head, thinking real hard.
And then he goes: Uhh, ummhh, uhhh-What??).

humor i samma klass som dina texter..
egg har en bra point, ta eran j*vla beef nån annanstans.
en battle möjligen. peace

What´s poppin?

I pwned Tissue maad times over already.
And I´m gettin bored with dude.
(You can only murk someone so many times before the thrill is gone).

So..who else want it?

I need a new punchin bag. My old one´s worn out, and have officially been
DISCARDED.

Who want it? WHUT?!!

Bazookahjoe

Battle me again if u can handle it :P

Bazookahjoe

lets let the people of whoa decide who owned who...don't claim victory on your own!



Let me get my axe and chop a faggot in half
This faggot live with 2 dicks at once up his ass (arse)
Bash your set, grab your mic and beat you to death
Swing the chords like a lasso around your neck and hang you like a slave
I got that heart of solid stone, you're braveheart is an act like Mel Gibson
You're fuckin' with a deadly emcee, I'm all about that Non Phixion
You're a Sci-Fi emcee, got no lyrics only words kept for bitchin'
Itchin' like a rash, you da' type to flash with government cash
Stash you got is weekly allowance, not a grown man yet, give me baby-powder
So I can slap this baby back to his mothers womb
Tomb Raider blast off, get your ear to the streets and watch me shoot it off
Set it off, best believe I am hyped enough to pull one off
Not now more like RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
Tired of whack emcees who ain't up for the challenge
Savage on the mic, eat up the beat and spit out accappella
I rock fellas like a Palestine, you fuck fellas like Ricky Martin
While I zip on the Remy Pa, take the empty bottle and knock out a bitch emcee like Remy Ma

BazookaHoe

Stiger in droppar rim och spöar Mange Schmidt
Grabben gitt, Dina lines är som Lilleman, skit
Ett beat och Schitt Inkk leverar, dominerar, jag ekar
Jag mördar småbarn i parken, med Knivlekar
Jag mördar mig själv och återuppstår
Du står på scen ostadigt som om du saknade dina tår
Där står jag stor och stark med en stor stark
Grovt lack, ger spö! grabben du blir illa kvickt ned choppad
Jag var tvungen men skitet är rent jävla djävulskap
I ett av djävulens-drag
Har Djävulen bekommit mitt val?
Nää, jag blev det som Pastorn pratar ont om i sitt prediktal
Jag stal, mörda, shit mannen, synderna är tunga
Många, men jag ber inte om förlåtelse för några
Jag såga, människor itu, +På Riktigt+ som +Hipp hipp+
Stick stick, lämna micken grabben stilen är fittig
Skitig, ogyten och okorrigerad
Bli inte generad, du har blitt utbuad och dissrespekterad
Upp-spöad med knytnävsslag för varje rad
Irriterar mig på dessa svenska rappare som Raggaton
Mitt sound är fresh nog för en gammal mega-fon
Där versen blev utspottad i polisrad-ion
Här här vi då, en kaxig snorunge barnsligt kriminell
Söt som en karamell, med ett liv som karusell
Livet som Zigenare och Circus aktiviteter
Som knulla en akrobatisk hora och kolla på Lokala nyheter
Ny enhet som hörs i din ster-e-o
Fuckade upp +Mitt Lever+ med AA attityd som om +Vi Lever+
För att dricka, röka, snorta koks, ta amfetamin
Knullar fittor mellan 14 och 55, bara fittan är fin
Försök inte ens dissa, mina rader är fetare
Än arbetlösa medlemmar i Banan Republiken
Ni vandrade i mina kvarter o fick smaka skiten
La den utan att skämmas som en riktig +hund+ på beaten
Även ditt crew påstår att du suger pung
Du har ingen roll i hiphop, du är enbart en statist
Precis som den 3e snubben i Latin Kings
Det finns, ingen som droppat det bättre
Så meningslösa rader att det inte kan bli bättre

<b>Big</b>
När fan börja du droppa svenska :P haha de va länge sedan man såg de göra något sånt :P
De va tungt iaf man! Keep It Up!

MisterKee

Danke man!


BazookaHoe

My punchlines strike you from the right, right to the left
One punch punctures your lungs n' you'll loose all breath
My crew bunch of monkeys who'll beat ya' for dat last Chiquita
My english sucks, so does my grammatics, it's Mos Def simple Mathematics
The way the organized to execute lyrical tactis
Carry into effect this actress and execute all you bastards
Who cheer for Joe's Bazooka, fire one off n' it reminds me fireworks
But my fire works, you burn, now that's what you call being hot
Put us up in a fist fight n' lets see who comes out on top
And you're girlfriend and me fuckin' doesnt even count (fuckin' cunt)
I am startin' to believe in Jesus, every time I crucify you, you come back
Although I do believe he couldn't walk on water, and Issue is the ocean
You spit rhymes like a bitch, to much emotion
What I would like to see is a lil' bit more devotion

Let me be real for a minute, so take a minute to read it through
This is what the bottom lines is about my feelings to you

Your punchlines are shit, your mom is shit, your sister is shit
Your dad is shit, your room is shit, your computer is shit
Your english is shit, your skills are shit, your persona is shit
Your delivery is really shit, your girl is shit, your car is shit
Your bike is shit, your pasta bolognes is shit
Your sister is shit, everything in your life is shit
Everything about your life is shit

Want to go with me...
Lets meet in Battle & Cypher and I'll chop you into pieces like sushi!

HUH???

I don´t battle dead rappers.

Each one of my verses deaded you. You´sa dead man talkin.

Like I said, I grow weary with this lame.

Someone send another vic my way.

Toilet´s in da toilet. And I flushed him already!

Bazookahjoe


DRYGT!

Dead me in Battle & Cyphers....

vote bigissue ^_^

o det här e min diss, att jag ens pallar skriva,
men gör världen en tjänst o släpp aldrig en skiva!

"Dead me in Battle & Cyphers...."

???

You BEEN deaded.

Bazookahjoe

man.....sluta sega, sluta med talk the talk o gor mer walk the walk...

you've not deaded me, only in your imagination...

tell me (pussy) why you dont want to go and battle me in battle & cypher?
I want to have a nice clean keystyle battle, murder you, let the people witness it and than you might shut up...you're afraid arent you? you know I am superior, that's why you claim to have deaded me but can't confront me mano o mano...

remmm

vem ska aldrig slaeppa en skiva?
I be around, just out of sight


Bazooka the looza! let me light your fire and fuze ya!
without that hash you would be lonely like Akon, rrr-body uses ya'
yur writin' so its not even readable, go to school, learn a thing or two

- you're full of shit like overweight people
- you got no style, I got no equal, the sequal
- a show with meth n red and a third release of Tical 0: The Prequel
- when you hear fire, duck down like bootcamp, your crew slammed
- right in the head from my hammer, the lyrical slammer
- wordplay that made 95 procent of the rappers obey
- to each of the lines I say, so, down on your knees n' pray
- beg for mercy, first watch me rape your girl, it does hurt me
- but I have to make an example, for example
- a dope emcee doesn't claim victory in advanced...

"I want to have a nice clean keystyle battle, murder you, let the people witness it and than you might shut up..."

For the last time dumbass. I shitted on you with every verse so far.

And "let people witness it" ??!

They already been witnessing YOU, gettin creamed!

Just face it. You´re NOT on my level.

And like I said. Ownin you is too damn easy. And it´s gettin boring.

All your bars are ehh..at best.
I took you to school, and you failed the test!

Oh yeah. And since I´ve already proved who´s better (ME).

There´s no need for me to ´confront you´, as you put it.

I´ve done that. In every single verse that I threw at you.

So if you're better, lets just go to Battle & Cyphers, than you can shit on me twice ;)

Lets do this man...we go toe to toe, if you are better why not just take on my challenge? I just want people to vote and let the best man win!

How can you refuse that, its as fair as it can be...

look at all the advantages you have, I bite, my english sucks, I am a looser, I am a virgin, I am a looser, I am a virgin, my grammatics are terrible as my memory...

So, with all that said, 16 bars each, 2 rounds!

"So if you're better, lets just go to Battle & Cyphers, than you can shit on me twice ;)"

HUH??

I´ve already shitted on you more times than I care to remember.

And:

"look at all the advantages you have, I bite, my english sucks, I am a looser, I am a virgin, I am a looser, I am a virgin, my grammatics are terrible as my memory..."

Answer:

AGAIN. I´ve already shitted on you more times than I care to remember.

And as far as me being better than you. I got nothing left to prove that
hasn´t already been proven.

I got the best of you a LOOOONG time ago.
And after that I just kept flexin my skillz, and humouring ya lame ass.

But like I said. I grow weary of you.

*opens his hand and lets a little insect escape from it*

:You´ve learned all you´re ever going to learn. Your free.
Now hop along, and watch out for big birds".

Bazookahjoe

just admit you're afraid...you cant shit on me, I am just trying to make you go toe to toe....but its obvious you are afraid...little baby!

how can you shit on me when I shit on you Sean P

Just read my last 3 posts again. Thoroughly.

I´ve said all I need to say. Understand it or don´t.

I really don´t care either way.

You was never a match for me to begin with.

And we HAVE already went toe-to-toe. Line for line, bar for bar, verse for verse.

You´re NOT on my level. And this back and forth is gettin old.

And it´s totally uninspireing to me.

So, in the words of Ice cube: Get off my dick! And tell your bitch to come here.
(no homo).

Have yerself a nice summer, bitin ass hater fagget!

Bazookahjoe

And we HAVE already went toe-to-toe. Line for line, bar for bar, verse for verse.

yes, but this time people shall be able to put their vote on whoever they think is better...I think people like you are afraid, you're the type who talks a good game but has no skills what so ever! No homo? just to say that is real gay itself, no homo, its like you're insecure or something!

You´re NOT on my level. And this back and forth is gettin old.

Just accept the fucking challenge than, stop talking so much shit, lets proove once and for all who is the better emcee (you're just a rapper though). And end the story there. You cant say you deaded me when YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE who thinks that way, its not like Obama went to McCain and said before the election started...


- Hey, McCain, I won! So just stop this debating!


- Hiphop is about battling and challenging eachother, and for you to NOT accept my challenge that makes me the Winner of us two! and you have to live with that fact, if you said to me (what I just said) I would reply with an "FUCK YOU LET'S SETTLE THIS SHIT"...But you dont, so I WIN you LOOSE!

BIG ISSUE vs. BAZOOKAH (too afraid to battle big issue in Battles & Cyphers, talk to much shit, just your avarage rapper) Da AVARAGE JOE, BIG ISSUE WINS WITH A LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDSLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDE!!!!





Woho!

I don´t need a buncha dickriders to tell me what I already know.

I´m the better rapper, hands down.

I´ve proved it.

And anyone disagreeing with that either don´t understand english very well,
or they´re haters.

And how can you win when you´ve already lost???

And I HAVE challenged you to beat me in battle.

Several times. With every verse I dropped on you. And you got spanked.
EVERY SINGLE TIME.

And you said:

"No homo? just to say that is real gay itself, no homo, its like you're insecure or something!"

LOL. You´re SO gay, that you´re not even familiar with the term: No homo.
It´s a heterosexual expression. And you´re such a pro buttmuncher that
you never heard of it. lol.

´Fuck outta here, bi curious George!

And the proof is still out there.

Our verses are still on here. Plain for anyone to see for they damn self.

well, again you talk about that no homo, you just keep repeating yourself.

I win this discussion, because you're afraid...so shut up talking so much...

and since you're so proud of no homo expression, I am very much familiar with it, you just didnt get what I said, I am on another intellectual level...


check this no homo education link!


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YJnlPP7jm5s

Bazookahjoe

Sluta lek tung, du e bara överviktig och färdig,
Sjunker till bottnanas botten som titanic,
Mina ord rullar bättre än ditt motionsband,
Höjer min hand och redan då har du en blodig tand.
Leker värsta amerikanskt gatubarn,
Vad e så specielt med dig(?) din fucking pratkvarn.
Du e inte dope och inte fet,
Men FET är du fast de e ingen nyhet.
Men e trött på sånna rikemansbarn som dig,
Försöker få respekt bakom en display-
Och ljuger om att dem ha knullat en tjej-
Men de har skett ett fel, för du e fan gay.
En Liten kuksugande michelingubbe,
som har något allvarlig fel däruppe.
Men ha d fint pallar fan inte mer,
Har tryck ner dig som en tjock pygmeer.

Peace

LOL.

I keep repeating myself becouse you´re insisting on NOT getting what I
been tellin you, over and over.

Now go bug someone else. Little grass hopper.

And you ain´t won shit.

I´ve sonned you so many times I got bored with it.

I´m done with you.

According to who you have "sonned me" so many times?

You can't just get respect bc you feel like you want it, some things you got to earn.

If 8 mile was recorded with BazookaHoe as Rabbits character the movie would end after the very first battle scene where Rabbit chokes!

You're a sucker, you dont dare to challenge me, you have no balls! You're just full of shit and waisting my time, I won, you loose and life moves on!

You are really irritating with not accepting the challenge, if I was you, I wouldn't either, I am far beyond you!


I WON! I have proof, you not accepting the challenge, if you can battle me here than battle me in Battle & Cyphers, but you wont, bc you know you'll loose and you're afraid of what ppl will say, its an fact, simple pyschology...

BigIssue

Du är ett jävla skämt, tror att du är bra på att rappa
Vem fan har du skrämt? och alla dina rim får mig att skratta
Ditt patetiska svin 25 år och hänger fortfarande här
Om vi någonsin träffas så kommer du att springa, jag svär
Har du inget liv du hänger ju här hela dagen,
Bara titta på på honom det är inte troligt att han har någonsin brutit mot lagen
Och på detta borde du inte svara, för att dissa mig skulle du inte klara
Jag är en elit och gör jag någon miss så är det nog med flit
Så sluta nu snacka skit

RealityCheck
Fan du ser ut som ett litet barn som just blitt skrämt/
kanske t.o.m spräckt, nä skojja det låter för fräckt/
förhoppningsvist har ringmuskeln läkt/
jag kanske låter knäckt för mina rader är sjuka, inge djupa/
folk ber mig o sluta, men lilla Check, håll käfft/
sluta tjuta innan jag gör dig illa/
du börjar kuta/
jag kapar dina ben/
använder dom som antenner så jag kan kolla på efterlyst på tv3!/

RoppanHiphop

Vi alla ber en bön att denna kille aldrig släpper en skiva
För att du är så kass du borde sluta skriva
Att du skulle skrämma mig det händer bara i din fantasi
Allt du skriver är ju bara ren idioti
Om någon säger att du är bra är det helt säkert ironi
Din iq ligger runt noll, och dina patetiska rim visar ju bara att du inte har någon koll
Ja jag enkelrimmar för du är inte värd mer
Sista raden jag lägger för jag pallar med fler

RealityCheck


remm skrev för circus 6 dagar sen.

"o det här e min diss, att jag ens pallar skriva,
men gör världen en tjänst o släpp aldrig en skiva!"

RealityCheck

Ditt patetiska svin 25 år och hänger fortfarande här

I am from back in da day when Whoa had hiphop skills
I am here to kill you and resurrect it, you're just a kid
That 25 year old punchline don't feel shit...let's begin...

I grab the mic and fuck you up ya' cunt face
I am a killer you just can't face
I sneak upon rappers in their sleep
I stab them once, and put them to sleep
I went to Deep like Havoc and P
I wanted to pee on Professor P but he pee on himself
When he heard Big Issue is up next
Can't get no help, a pussy is what you was born
Spittin' nonsense in freestyles with no sense
You'll R.I.P. after I rip your body parts apart, bitch!
If my words are weapons, I can't empty the clip
I will keep comin' (cumin') like a pornstar
I will keep fuckin' in a stolen posh car
I will grab your girls tits in the nightclub
Than puttin' my knuckles to work like Brad Pitt in Fight Club
You don't do it cause you are a +Pitt+ in a Gay club
Rappers like to own more jewelery than Goldiggers
and wear more fake ones than Mr. T
Guess between us you ain't a real G
Bazookah type rapper livin' in a dream
Havin' a dreams means a whole lot
You need to first earn respect on the block
You're the type I smack down and steal ya' parkin' lot

BigIssue

Fucking bitch you come here thinking you are tough/
Gonna make you suffer till your rough/
Kick you in the gut, yea go hide behind your pussy crew, slut/
Thinking you got any respect, it's a lie coz you ain't no thug/
Whore haven't ever sold any drugs, gonna bust you up with a slug/
Pray to god however much you want, cuz saving you is something you should know that he can't/
My lyrics is just pure facts, I got every bit of talent in this that you lack/
You lyrics won't rattle me a bit, Gonna realease another hit/
I make you shiver in fear/
I am telling the truth, now to make you die/
Yea you should try to fly, whole europe tells you to flee/
While I laugh at your panic with insane glee/
Try to beat me this time, you won't live to see the next sunrise/
Ain't coming as a suprise, rather as something expected/
Making your own crew members commit treason/
This ain't your season, so go fuck yourself/
Because you suck big cock, yea come here I am gonna show you a trick/
I am really sick/

Reality

Ha-ha, yeah, well for starters you suck - only shit you spittin' is fillers and such//
Only battle you'd have chance against is from a dying duck, cluck cluck and you're struck, chokin on lines and it aint bad luck, ill ram your face like a flying truck//
Say whatever you want man, I dont give a flyin' fuck!//
These bars will be more than enough, your paintin' out a imagine of yours - but it's a bluff! You aint rough, stop actin G, you're as tough as Travolta from Grease!

egg

You just spew out a whole diss of bullshit
Telling me that I suck well I guess since you dissed me you are the one outta luck
Yeah talk is cheap, but now it is time for you to reap what you sow
I'll blow your fucking head off your shoulders
Your rhymes just moves air while mine moves solid boulders
Your Brain capacity seems to be extremely low
We'll see how far this will go
I ain't gotta be fair and give you a chance but it isn't like I really care
You should get on your knees and beg for forgiveness while there is forgiveness to get
If i am Travolta then you are Dileva and most likely gay
Not that it matters what you say