Finally R-Cee and M Dogg - together

[M Dogg™]

Print it, copy it,
Do what the fuck you want with it
R-Cee and M Dogg got necks to slit
Narrator, and Now I Know are in a world of shit
R-Cee and M Dogg make the worlds most dangerous...
Team
Against two little kids, got to put them to sleep
Using big words, fools put the dictionary away
Don't write from a book, just write what you say
Thinking your good with the he say she say crowd
Why is it we get more props, well you just go off
And don't make no sense
Mad 'cause your hated, maybe there's a reason for it
Now I Know, I read your first rhyme
Shit, it was weak, how dare you compare yourself to my lines
And Narrator, it's true
Your style has been played out since 1992
Wheren't you like 5 back then
Time to update your collection of the rhymes you send
Now R-Cee, can battle circles round you
As for me, I'll go western like the year was 1872
Got my cowboy rag of the color blue
I'm like Doc Holiday, I don't need a crew
Just a mean ass gun slinger
Like R-Cee, Who can fire a bullet between...
Your eyes, so watch and realize
That fucking with use is just closer to your demise
In this game of life
And it was me fucking your daddy's wife.

LOL, R-Cee and M Dogg, together
Now I Know and So Much Style, get ready, you diss us, now we diss you. Narrator, I still remember that little diss, remember Fuck M Dogg, that came too quick, like if you meant it. As for Now I Know, you disses first. R-Cee will explain his. But you two talk too much shit.

[R-CEE]

ah shit,,,i cant compare to that,,,ill have a go though
NICE WORK M-DOGG

YALL SLEEP
PRESENT TENSE WOKE
BEING BROKE
LEADS TO
GUN SMOKE
YALL WANT MO
BETTA "HIT THA FLOOR"
REAL CUZ
WE KNOW THE SCORE
IM LIKE A TIGER
YALL BOTH
LIKE /  A BORE
 10 TOES DOWN CREEPIN MAN
R-CEE AN M-DOGG BRING THE REAL
S M S AN LIL NIKKA
JUSS /  A SCAM
IN THE COMFORT OF YOUR OWN HOME
U GOT THE NUTS TO CHALLENGE ME
IF U REALLY KNEW ME
YO PUNK ASS WOULD TRY TO B
DOWN WITH ME
I WEAR THE CROWN(w)
POUND FOR POUND
I SEE
BIRDS ON THAT MONEY TREE
WHILE THE ONLY KEYS YALL EVER TOUCHED R ON
YOUR P / C
SO LITTLE SCHOOL BOYS
SHUSH
PLUS U RIDE
THE SHORT BUS / MY NEW CAR ,,,U LUST,,
FO / GREED HATE ENVY GET YA KILLED,,, BRO
SO U SHOULD KNOW
BY NOW
U NEED TO GET OUT
OUT YO HOUSE
BEFORE TONIGHT
BECAUSE THATS WHEN ILL B OUT
IM THE CAT
U THE MOUSE
ON THIS KEYSTYLE \
I PLAY WITH YA A LITTLE
BEFORE / I TAKE U OUT
I SAID OUT FIVE TIMES
LIKE EVERY OTHER I DROP RHYMES
RHYMES "SIGNING MIMES"
FUCK SMS NIKKA AN RHYME FLOPPA
I BREAK EM ALL OFF PROPPA
WITH MY MAC 90
A K A
"BITCH MADE FAGGOT" STOPPA
THATS EQUIPPED
PISTOL GRIP
100 ROUND CLIP
7 point 62 times 39 SPLIT YO SHIT
BITCH
sorry i had to add one more to mine,,it juss came out........im not good at dissing folks...i just get mad

[M Dogg™]

Yeah, R-Cee, do your thing. I'll be back like the Terminator.

[So Much Style]

Yo thats old shit, come to a new direction/
a perfect selection/would be your mouth on my erection/
sayin my shit dont make sence, like the burmuta triangle/
I let your head dangle/your gettin eaten up like  a baggle/
and yo rc your style is way cool/ let me try....

GANGSTA SHIT
DOPE SELLINGS
PUSS BITCH
DONT RHYME

dope shit somethin that will never evolve/
mdogg got a problem to solve, just gimme a call/
I'll come in and fuck him up in his own post/
you'll disapear faster, i'll boast, so get "ghost"/
but your shits not scary, well maybe for the eyes to read/
Cause every time i succeed reading a rhyme indeed/
it makes my eyes bleed/
cause its wack as all shit/
rhyming numbers 1876, 1992, thats how it is?/
your not creative/your rhymes arent purswasive/
your not dope, ugh huh whatever you say bitch/
you and your butt buddy rc cant cant see me/
but you sure as hell can fucking see deez/
deez nuttz, down your fucking throat/
dont choke/you getting torn down like chroinc overload/
cause your think your gangsta, but where over the computer screen./
i can seem mean/but really its just a scheme ont he scene/
and yo my homie is gone to hawaii, no dilima/
i'll just hitt ya/ myself, im a true rhyme spitta/
and you just a fag wanna b MC dont you agree/
you couldnt never spit rhymes like these/indeed/
and im cool with RC, so im not gon diss no mo'/
but you battling me is like fast forward verse slo mo/
and yo, you know mdogg fuck a homo/

Big words suck..lets stick to this shit


Mdogg typical rhyme
yeah fuck a bitch/
suck a dick/
i rap like a ganstta/
your a pranksta/
narator uses big words/
and he is a big nerd/
caus ei am m dogg/
you cant see me in teh fog/
im gonna cut your head off/
because ....damn i cant think of nothin to rhyme with off.o cough

wee hee im done!@

bitch your just mad cause my shit is doper than you clearly and your like 10 years older than me

[Don Jacob]

tie between narrator and m-dogg

[rushmobb]

yo u tha type of ho that cant flow, m dogg, tryin 2 copy of of nate dogg/ lay low snoop dogg gonna come blow, m doggs fuckin legs off,/ narrator can diss u later,/ he won anyway but im'a come in his way/, fuck u up like sway and im not gay,/ go eat some hay, and i f u wanna battle me come and find me rushmobb that be tha name, IM or mail them. so FUCK OF M DOGG

theres one gay idiot

[M Dogg™]

Talk about stumbling rhymes. Yo Rushmob, stay off my nuttz, this don't involve you. Go to music classes and get some rhythm. Shit man, anyways, back on track.

Muthaphukkaz dissing
Thinking they going to clown
But when the responds comes
It makes my shit look like the Lyrist Lounge...
So Much Style thinks is great
But kid feel my rage
Now I Know’s a genius
Little kid, get put in my purple haze

(talking)
I tired of play this stupid games, I played fair
I gave you weak rhymes to respond
So you can  take my dare
Don’t you remember what made me...
Metaphors and rhymes
And you think I’m weak
Well now Tyree hit the beat

Little kids, get sounded in my mist
Like smog, you’ll choke on this
Gangsta shit is dead
Look what have you did
Style, you can’t take me if you want
You couldn‘t beat Rhyme Droppa, you forgot
A.B.Cya to death, that’s all I needed to do
Maybe if you get rhythm, you can drop jewels
Like Cypress Hill, I got shit you can’t understand
But it’s “if anyone can it’s a Mexican”
A line I’ll beat to death
And say it with my dying breath
But remember, I can use big words too
Hey, Style, did that bitch gave you a mouth yeast infection
Stop eat that pie and learn a lesson...
In the book of lyrical creativity
You gotta be smooth like Bruce Lee
And dunk like Kobe on them NBA pussies
And cause damage like a Pit named Ruffy
You see me, I got a style and I use it
But don’t get the gangsta confused
Cause I got lyrics too...
I’ll have everyone going like Nature Boy “Wheeeeeww”
And chop you up to my level
And your older sister, I’ll make her clit tremble
Remember, if your ever by the I-10, go San Bernardino bound
To the I.E. were the gangsta realm
‘Cause from Beaumont to Pomona
Perris Lake to Rancho Cucamonga
I’m from the I.E. and I’m gonna
Hit you with that shit you can’t touch
I ain’t no ghost, but I drip of I.E little cunt
M Dogg muthaphukka, you heard of me
‘Cause I be the type that runs industries
And terrorizes just for hobby
And my alas is Scrappy
So sit down kids, and listen
I’ll admit, you’ve had shit, well I was wishing
But skillz, shit, that’s my thing
And what do you have on the table to bring
Now I Know, you got chocked slammed
And Narrator, your as wack as Shaq in Kazaam
I really don’t care who you are
Muthaphukkaz so stupid, remember rap like Bizarre
Stupid is what stupid does
I guess that’s why you get no love
Peace, and one love.

[TheSheriff]

I'm feelin M Dogg's more, though I couldn't say if that was cause it's better or what.

And Rushmobb...LoL...Just cause M wouldn't let you be homo with him.

[R-CEE]

GANGSTA SHIT
DOPE SELLING
PUSS BITCH
ARMED FELON
okay
ONE WORD
TRUTH

I WAS THE FIRST TO BUST ON
I DROP RHYMES / SO COLD YALL BITCHES SCARED TO REPLY
R-CEE A MOTHER FUCKER
KNOWN TO CAUSE FRIGHT
TALES FROM
A WHAT!
GOIN BUMP IN THA NIGHT
IM OUT OF SIGHT
STEPPIN TO ME IS LIKE
STEPPIN TO MIKE
TYSON / THINK IM LYEIN
THEN KEEP TRYIN
I HAVE THE BOARD
LAUGHIN
AN YO ASS
CRYIN
BECAUSE U SO FAKE AN FEMININE
ILL CALL U AN ACTRESS
JUSS ANOTHER BITCH
ON A BLOODY MATRESS
AN ILL ADD / IN
ANOTHA /  FACTA
ILL JACK YA
WILL MY SKI MASKA
AN CHOP YO ASS UP
AS IF MY NAME WAS
BA RACK A

it all rhymes,,,,but its in a form hard to type,,cant explain,,there is a flow to all my rhymes,,,,i can write it straigt out into sentences too,,,,,,,,,r u jealous of my content? well you shouldnt be,,,count your blessing and listen to your mom,,,or ill come spank your ass,,stay in school ,dont use drugs ,and all that other stuff