AlerG, It's Over

[M Dogg™]

AlerG? Oh I get it, Al-er-g. What the fuck, you make people sneeze or something. Fuck that, what's over is your dick sucking days, BEYOTCH!

You've heard of me before
The one that breaks down the muthaphukkin door
And gets 50 g's from his whores
Well your ass is asleep with your snorez
I'll be beating you down for the crowds roar
Did you really think you were like the Rhyme Dropper
Get everyone to hate you 'cause your shit was proper
Check it, your shit ain't tight
Your rhymes ain't right
And update as you might
And your style is as old a Vanna White
This be the gangsta king
Who drops shit that locks down the whole industry
And have 20 bitches a night chasing after me
Well your stuck look up at some trees
So step up if you want to get hurt
The tightest keystyler on this board for what its worth
For I can crush you in to the dirt
Well your mom blows me for the 10 cents shes worth
"OH SHIT, SHE SWOLLED IT"
Yeah, she even lick my dick dry
But she's a loser, like them wrestlers Kaentai
'Cause well you hate and ask why
I come through and destroye your whole life
Piece by peice your whole style gets smashed 'cause I'm triff
Not just me, but also your future wife
So don't try and step to me
Like Eazy said stay in your place and don't step to real muthaphukkin G'z

[AlerG]

M Dogg that weak ass flow's a technicality/
Lyrics confused like your own sexuality/
Oh you get it now, bitch it's the season/
To keep punk ass fake rappers like you bleedin/
4 fingers and a tumb together leave a mark/
Don't even start the fire that lies beneath the heart/
Your lyric content is nonsense/
You not escapin this battle, call you the no legged convict/
Shut the fuck up   matter fact get the fuck out/
You ain't around when the doggs are let the fuck out/
When i grab the Mic, you rethink before approach/
Fuckin cockroach, soft hoe, i'm on though/
Diss pussy like what you'd hear from Death Row/
Easy to predict like a bleached kid in a trenchcoat/
You couldn't see me on the day of your best note/
So pack it up i'm taken over the West Coast/

Punk

[AlerG]

before you ever think of freestyling again listen to:
Rakim
Canibus
Method Man
Journalist
Evidence

just to name a few cause you spitten washed up westcoast shit, Evander Holyfield huh, that shit was played out when doggystyle was dropped, the fuck you talkin bout, i ain't fuckin wit that ass, bring me someone with skills that go past they own backyard.

[M Dogg™]

I'm only as good as you are dogg. Now if you were I Drop Rhymes who writes shit that makes me think, Damn that shit was dope, then I would step it up. Check my past post, like This is for the Westcoast, or More Old School shit, When you do well, I'll do better, but if you come weak, then I really don't care and post shit just to respond. Trust me, your shit is weak, come up with some good shit and I'll do the same.

[I drop rhymes (Guest)]

now its IDR in full effect
cant fuck wit my rhymes cuz they intellect
poor niggaz tryin to call collect
like mr t but u know i dont accept
an if u got no flow then u gon get wrecked
in this battle forum where skillz is the subject
no i drop rhymes dont play wit ya
an idr never gets gay wit ya
cuz i fuckn battle cats like dre nigga
now for AlerG u got some shit goin on
but ur rhymes be like 10 bars then ya gone
u need to extend an keep shit flowin
keep some of those nice rhymes goin
ur style aint tru.. it aint u
its more like a bad copy job of shady on dj clue
nigga how bout u get a crew
before i have the world forget of u
cuz my homies dont play games
an i dont give a fuck so i say names
my metaphors just get so metaphorical
motha fucka im the one.. the oracle
an in 100 years my rhymes gonna be historical
an i got a boat so i can get nautical
chill on some island wit some nice chocha
bitch if ya want u know i can coach ya
lol hell nah fuck that ill just poach yanow that ive put down my 2 cents
4 - 3 an im out ladies an gents

[M Dogg™]

Finally, someone to set a standard that's worth something. AlerG, get at me.

Fucking little punk trying to play
Never see rhymes, but my shit he think he can fade
Well then I just gotta get gangsta today
And with a AK, I'm ready to spray

Alright, Yo Tyree
(YYYEEEAAAHHHH)
Kick that gangsta beat

Your rhymes are simple, your style is weak
Next time, don't come fake thinking it's heat
Rhyme Dropper was nice but I'm not
You say you ain't continuing, when did you start
Making rhymes that I've done before
Then diss mee, like you hardcore
Well fuck that, listen and try to keep pace
Your shit just stumbles like your limping in a race
So how the fuck you think ypur hard
You mentioned Death Row, well that's the shit I bump in my car
Hell, muthaphukkaz always think they gangstaz
You ain't been to the hood, so you a fucking pranksta
'Cause bitch, how can you rep the west
If in you don't know what it's like to pack a vest
And kick ass doper than the rest
Muthaphukka, when I battle, it's no contest
Like the Lakers, I crush my challenger to his feet
Unlike you, I've been proven to make widows weep
Deadly is how I come across
And this little esse, wouldn't take a lose
So tell me how does it feel
You drop little shit, and you act like it's a big deal
I come about a little bit hotter
You shug, knowing you gonna get slaughtered
Andl tell me how you diss on a board
If you come weak, then you just look like a whore
And to the people out there, and the city I claim
I don't touch a whore, unless it's to put her in her place
So bitch bitch bitch please, Stay off the dick of a I.E. G.

[RAPQUAKE]

Its like i m in a shopping spree,
full of wack mcz just like alerG
Imagine me, stackin heat and blastin theez WANNA B-z

cuz i reach far, into the sky and grab a star
stab u with a bullet and run u over wit a car
mark the spot/.../ and thats defined the epicenter
cuz when quakes comes in there aint no muthafuckin contender, ...//
and we give out rhymes just like we some lenders,
and still we're called "THE FUCKIN OFFENDERS",
no doubt too many MC'z get burnt and their skillz are permenanTLY rendered//

as for alerG,
recycling the same old lines,
lack of ORIGINALITY,
just comes wit a wack ass mind
thats y u still broke,
livin in ur MOMMAS home,
a job aint no option,
unless u have dream, high on DOPE,
but untill den, the rest might cry over the thought,
that tha game WASNT OVER & in da end ALER-g JUS FUCKED m-DOGG!


HAHAHHAHAHAHA WAR OUT MUTHAPHUKKAZ