Battle cypher

[KronikMage]

He killed it with that line on bein a sickness^, with KM u need to bring in Forensicz
I'm the pure meaning to wicked, come at me you''ll need to be priviledged
But they still don't get it when, most of they writtens is taken hours to draft
They spend all night on cypher rhymes wit symbols but still can't master the craft
Their arrogant ass comin unprepared on the wax they'll be impaired from the facts
I got so much knowledge on dope I could put air in a sack.......
Don't bare when attacked u won't be spared from the tracks, I'm sharin the stabs

[PunchlineKidd]

yo Vitamin, calm down you aint SHYT-TUH-TALK//
all dat rhymin cuss words aint gone make yuh FIT-THA-WALK//
give it up and admit it...rappin aint yo CUP-UH-TEA//
nicca if my rhymes wuss pussy, you still couldnt FUCK-WIT-ME//
you SUCK-TUH-ME, i agree wit whut dees HOES-SAY//
i spray dis nicaa Vitamin C,
and have him leakin his blod type...O-JAY// (blood type O+)
nicca imma "Monstar" when im holdin...
so ••••• hope dat SPACE-JAM//
and youll catch the flu cause im sick when i spit...
if youon get out mah FACE-MAN//
yousa DISGRACE-FAM...weak rhymes to crush dis niccas "weak beef"...
like uh can uh FAKE-SPAM//


its too easy...

[dizthachozen1]

your punchlines weak like sienfeld tryin to box/
i'ma dead tha Kid, stuff his mind in a pine box/
and to make him happy...i'ma fill it with cocks/
and watch his whole style, like enron stocks/
you the only nigga still typin in that weak ass format/
i'll print your wak shit up just to use it as a doormat/
i bust more caps than 100 bars from you/
in terms of how far ahead i am...100 stars from you/
you're from venus like women..that makes me from mars, dude/
i got this shit on lockdown like mason jars do/
i'm deeper in the streets than city workers in manholes/
pictures of you all over the web with dicks in every damn hole!/
there ain't no way you could ever be ready/
i rep your death heavily with my textual machete/

[Vitamin C+]

so you wanna go to war do ya?
whatcha gonna do when I show up at ya door wit a bazooka(huh?)
bitch nigga you'd get on ya knees to beg and plead
I gots no sympathy for wack niggas put two in ya head & leave
you didn't come correct so i'm giving you a new home
a custom made pine box 6 feet under a tombstone

^^^aimed at Punchline

damn you beat me to it, i wanted to get at this dude
but fuck it then i'll just get at you
The chosen one, nigga you my oldest son
banged ya mom & kicked her out when it was over and done
busted a load of cum all in her pussy hole
but how is the father hard as fuck and the son sweet cookie dough

[dizthachozen1]

i kill at will...animal, mineral, or vitamin/
i'm an A+ mc...you ready to face the leviathin/
i think not, my heat's hot like volcanic ash/
i smoke that ass like blunts of the bombest hash
with you i'm board(bored) like that game boulderdash/
your fuckin raps belong in a dumpster with garbage n trash/
you spit refuse while i refuse to lose to the likes of C+/
you're like a bitch that just lays there...a weak fuck/
go ahead and speak up...you talkin loud but ain't sayin nothin/
you'll die succumbing to the temptation like david ruffin/
i'm the upper echelon...you're scrapin the bottom of the barrel/
i'l drag you to ya grave kicking and screaming like will farrel/

[Sir Bustalot]

it doesnt even matter whatever beat you rockin wit'
you only wreck the mic because you keep fuckin droppin it
ya need ta fix ya frozen tongue cuz I left you outspoken
ima technician, I fixed every mic dizthachozen1 has broken
ya beefs doubtful, like ya self esteem is ruined roast
diz is no-one, nobody believes in fools like you and ghosts
ya threads are revealin like a dumb blonde in a wet shirt
ya rhyme nice? yeah ya drop bombs where no-one gets hurt
after all that diggin a C+ is all that ya writing wins
speakin of trash, thats where you must get your vitamins
all ya flow is worth nothing cuz you got tin inflicted lungs
thats why all your transactions end with insufficient funds
the shine from my mind will leave ya eyes secreting water
becuz i just treated you like a guy who beats his daughter

[dizthachozen1]

i snatch the mic from your grasp n' shit...i ain't askin if you passin it/
you might as well turn the other cheek...cuz you still half assin it/
damn this shit is tragic, bustalot back at it/
i broke the mic over his head so many times he's a gettin-'crack'-ed addict/
i'm the ill mathematic...nigga you just remedial/
you got more assinine flow than toilet seats dude/
oh, you a mod now?...24 thousand plus posts, huh/
bustalot's rhyme skills stay enshrouded on wanted postaz/
cuz no one has ever seen them or ever heard of'em for that matter/
pfft, shit that comes off your lips is more full of piss than a bladder/
you're anti-matter, you and you raps don't amount to shit/
you couldn't amass dope lyrics if you rapped as a hustlin catholic/


...hahahaha...24,000 posts and MOD status after our very first encounter and you still ain't shit compared to me!!!...hahahahaha! get ya weight up before you cross the line and face me, nigga. you know tha deal. keep harpin on these young niggas!

[Sir Bustalot]

Your right im a MOD and that makes me imperious
i dunno whats worse, ya verse or the fact you were serious
you dont really believe ya better, ya just competitive
the only flow you got on sheets is when ya bedwettin it
admit it, ya just a simple kid who really at heart is geeky
my leads settin it, and your verse missed the start completely
ya toss and turn, ya rhyme so weak im not concerned
you might think ya hot but im the fire that got ya burned

[dizthachozen1]

imperious? is that even a fuckin word?
imperial, maybe
impervious, maybe
but not imperious....hahahahaha
you're still the same dumb shit you were back then...hahahahahaha!

[Sir Bustalot]

look at you all angry...

imperious is a word look it up LOL

now whos the moron?

[Vitamin C+]

track of the day is by Vitamin C+ not danger doom
and yes imperious is a word...whooptie doo....you stayed in school(wanna cherry muthafucka)
you're the lamest dude in this thread, you play the fool
-2 out of 100 is what rate this dude

[PunchlineKidd]

this guy is pathetic...

i eat emcees like you for breakfast, yousa snack-tuh-me//
watch me rip this nicca apart and show his anat-o-my//
everyone knows, yousa fag-got-b//
aftuh i "strike" dis nicca and "burn" em...
he still wont "match"-up-tuh-me//
you not puchin, you slappin, get sum fight-in-ya-main//
otha rappuhs eatin Vitamin C tuh get sum height-in-tha-game//
give uh RM nicca, cause like you do dick, you "suck-in"-it//
you aint no real rappuh punk, yousa supp-le-ment//
whuts-up-wit-it?, why you keep typin-back?//
a poetry Mobster...cause whatever you recite-is-whack(ed)//
you not tigh-in-fact, youse a pint-sized-rookie//
sweet rappuh got ate up...callem a bit-sized-cookie...

[dizthachozen1]

oh shit he's right...it just threw me because it didn't seem that you used it in the right context. my bad...the verse still sucked ass nigga. don't try to act like you good all of a sudden. your vocab has stepped up since the last time we battled, but that's to be expected...i mean shit you got 24,000+ posts. and i'm sure you looked it up before you typed it. that's not a word YOU, of all people would use alot. c'mon.keep it real.

any wayz...
vitamin c+, your flow barley got bounce like c cups/
you need to up your game cuz your career's future is bleak as fuck/
ya style needs a tune up like a car on it's last leg/
your homosexual fetish with dicks go way past head/
you just saved bustalot a bunch of embarassment/
and i'm so sick of your wak ass...i should puke so you'll be wearin it/
postin before i do is the only way you could top me/
if you spit a spike strip at my whip you still couldn't stop me/
i keep rollin like a set of run flats in this battle shit/
and your raps are out of date, like ridin horses without a saddle, bitch/
oh that's right, you be mountin other gay men bareback/
and when people see you with'em you be wonderin what they starin at/


blah, just gettin him out tha way so i can get at bustalot's bitch ass.

[PunchlineKidd]

diz, mind ya biz, take yuh verse-an-hide//
you stayed too long, now you'll be the first-tuh-die//
ya-verse-is-tyad, find-anutha-hobbie-dude//
if not, CSI will be featuring anutha-body-soon//
aftuh they DNA test my rhymes, so they know-who-spit-it//
carve my name in yo head backwards...
so when they put you in tha mirror, they know-who-did-it//
i aint scared tuh admit...you •••••-than-me...//
im straight, dis nicca rhymin homo-sexually!//
whut tha hel iz you doin on gay sites anyway fam?//
and why iz you lookin at a dude, fucin anutha man?!!?//
ditz be honest, sumthin you wanna share-with-tha-class?//
explain why you like to see dudes take it up there-in-tha-ass...//
and you musta been lookin too hard...i dont think-it-was-me//
yo mums do look kinda like a man...but its kinda hard to see-on-her-knees//

[dizthachozen1]

you'd like to think that when you speak we hearin a killa talk/
but the fact is you're more played out than 'bangin in little rock'/
while you and your boyfriend, night after night, share pillow talk/
discussin why yall think, "it's not gay if you suck just a little cock"/
think the hyphens make ya lines hot, but nah...it just stretches'em/
you gettin tossed to tha side like hotel sheets off a matress/
kid, you gettin 'ate', like subtractin six lines off your wakness/
for your punchlines it's lunchtime...you should bacon, cheese and lettuce'em/
cuz damn they need flavor, the blandness is the question/
no ••••e in what you write or type...you're just not impressin/
what i'm stressin is your lack of luster like cloudy days...no shine/
underscores on a heavy bag's the only way you could Punch-lines/

[Sir Bustalot]

Originally Posted by dizthachozen1

oh shit he's right...it just threw me because it didn't seem that you used it in the right context. my bad...the verse still sucked ass nigga. don't try to act like you good all of a sudden. your vocab has stepped up since the last time we battled, but that's to be expected...i mean shit you got 24,000+ posts. and i'm sure you looked it up before you typed it. that's not a word YOU, of all people would use alot. c'mon.keep it real.

any wayz...
vitamin c+, your flow barley got bounce like c cups/
you need to up your game cuz your career's future is bleak as fuck/
ya style needs a tune up like a car on it's last leg/
your homosexual fetish with dicks go way past head/
you just saved bustalot a bunch of embarassment/
and i'm so sick of your wak ass...i should puke so you'll be wearin it/
postin before i do is the only way you could top me/
if you spit a spike strip at my whip you still couldn't stop me/
i keep rollin like a set of run flats in this battle shit/
and your raps are out of date, like ridin horses without a saddle, bitch/
oh that's right, you be mountin other gay men bareback/
and when people see you with'em you be wonderin what they starin at/

its obvious that ive got you angry, cuz ya rhyme is intense
but only a sucker writes a paragraph before ya 1st line of defense
so im intelligent, sorry if i leave you dumbfounded and baffled
ya rhymes couldnt contain this structure if ya surrounded 'em in scaffold
diz dont hate me cuz my vocab is way more advanced,
ya just mad ya vocab is useless like a day-whore in pants
youve never come close but one time ya rhyme was adjacent
diz ya sound like a drama nerd alone doin mimes in the basement

[Gsus]

Should I return....

Listen....

I was ponderin whether I should return...but I think its needed...
see Ima push back lines...like DNA when ya hair recedin/
Call me SAT...Bust couldnt past this test if his ass was cheatin....
somebody call the doc...so they can stop the massive bleedin/
But wit blood all over ya spits...it wouldnt get ya'll read...
See u could be a wig on a bitch...and it wouldnt get yall head/
My name Gsus...but after this, even an atheist wouldnt think Im dead....
so go ahead and pop off at the mouth...but I hope u got some legs...
cuz it aint all pencil and paper...when I say, I got the lead/

[dizthachozen1]

what? that wak ass shit(bustalot)!!
and this nigga gsus...omg*pukes in mouth*that shit almost made me sick to my stomach!

look i'm only gonna say this once...i don't need a fuckin warrant to run up in ya fronts/
i'm the evil cerebral kneval...yall just doubles for real stunts/
yall just 2 cunts in this world of mc's scared of me/
i'ma run through both you pusssies like ron jeremy/
i'll put my foot to ya ass...call it pedial-sodomy/
you both remedial probably...emergency calls to proctology/
will be your only option...turn your head n' cough bitch/
oh, with no balls between the 2 of you, i'll blast at your esophagus/
your brain? i'm exhaustin it...neuralogical-apocalypse/
how you gon' bust-a-lot when your mind don't got a-lot-of-clips/
and the other nigga is way to wak to be the son of God n' shit/
your vocab is nothin rich, fuck the thesarus you comin with/
this nigga's verbal gun is 'pre-pubic' like he's 9...ain't bustin shit/
can't even get hard...so how you feel you're like steel?/
i might chill, but nah nigga you know i fight ta kill/
and if this mu'fucka Gsus was God's only begotten/
he'd have come from a man-whore in the land sodom/
get it? i'm absolut...straight vodka from sweden/
i just cast out the two of you like adam n' steve from eden/


get...yall...weight...UP!!!!

[Sir Bustalot]

i was listening to ya wasted breath till you started the wheezin
kid you got less game than a back-up in the heart of the season
my lines penetrate farther than youre archery's reachin
you spit them half assed scripts like ya just partially preaching
this kid aint just smoke an mirrors his delusions are enourmous
instead of makin disses about them you should be using a thesaurus
ya losing this performance because my illusions they be gorgeous
your rhymes all sound the same like youve been used by the conformists
just a loser off-line engaged in games of dungeons and dragons
you cant breathe control cuz ya spit with onion tongue patterns
breathe so much smoke its nowonder ya lungs are done blacker
ya only drop shit when eatin bad beef during the runs that come after......