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'Illicit':
can I have a witness verifying your mistake//
I predict in 12 lines I'll have ya floatin in a lake//
you think I'm gay? well why's that?//
you claim but cant explain what u say in ur raps//
what I write is underlined with weight of truth you cant express//
the stories you make up to gain a rep are jus calls of distress//
got the guts to call me fag? who is this? check my status in this biznitch//
reconsider actions you take the next time you try to "wit-diss"//
complex rhymin seem tah be too some foreign words fah ya//
and what you say where I'm from? I'll show you how I rush-ya//(russia)
you either gain some fuckin skillz or take a seat and closely listen//
I mean Will Smith may be nice but I can't live with not bein explicit//

got shrunk to a shroom  ;)

funkstylz:
hey y'all this is a nice thread, keep this shit GOIN GOIN GOIN! i'll be back wit another in a bit , keep postin roastin the host to the best of yo abilities,some of y'all cats might think u killin me, but the shit u spit just keeps refililn me, n i'll be back with a fresh x pill in me

White-Chocolate:
yo im not much of a battler but all im seeing is a bunch of babblers,
i just hear blabbin', shit yall suppose to be rappin',
yall is all lame like u got hit down with the gattling,
but i don't use guns to make yall cru's run,
i just sums up these lyrics, cuz i know yall fear it when u hear it,
i'm too hard an tatted with plenty scars to be held behind bars,
u think u so close but yet u so far,
(haha) becareful the next time u step in ur car,
meanwhile.. i've been in this game a lil' while,
I've become untouchable like pac's style, yo props to funkstylz,
he's got yall cats trippin' goin' wild an now with me to get cha riled,
we gonna get cha piled,
I file n' bust rap hits, thats it, bust u soft emcee's like pusie green zits, squish and sqaush that shit,
don't tell me the scene's sick,
it's just thick of ur own blood,
u steady ACTIN' a thug, all u hear is one slug, one lyric from my mouth,
ur peeps had ta bury ya six feet down south,
i guess u shoulda choose a different route,
maybe strategized ur last breath,
2 bad it was the welcoming 2 ur own death,
don't worry u went out like a 2000 version of macbeth,
i even had ur chef feed ur cru' meth,
sorry it was such a mess, just givin' ya my test,
sup funkstylz, FUCK tha rest, peace to those who'se souls i blessed..

hey illicit, hate to sound specific but u still lookin' for a witness,
u gon' have to pull him out the puddle of piss, (haha) a steamy stinky mist,
too bad the only thing he got to hear was a hiss,
that's what happens when u try ta diss a lyricalist,
now don't forget this or yall shall be missed,
those who resist will not exsist,
im bout to exit this bitch, gotta dig yall another ditch

sHroomY:
CeeRida where you hollowin at me ??//
I don't understand who funkstylz try's to be//
I mean does he really want to get on that MTV ??//
or is he just bitchin arround and doesn't know what its like to be me//
bitch I aint dissin mothafuckaz for free//
I can battle ya'll so ya'll see//
a thirteen year old who can make funkstylz cry//
was that a rhyme bitch I'm laughin that I die ;D//
I was that ya'll could just shut up for 1sec and watch me fly//
I'm gainin my skillz straight to the top of this game//
ya'll want fame come and suck my dick//
you act like a prick//but I throw a brick in yo face//and let ya'll know that this is my space//no it aint no cake//you dissin mothafuckaz like your sound aint fake//bitch I'll throw you in a lake//and have a rock attachet to your foot you make me sick//you can sue my dick//just the way vannila ice gave up on mice//his dick was to short//and I bet yours is too//let's see you kick rhymes on that freestyle court

Ceerida wanna collaborate ??

Lost Titan:
Shromy your just a buster
So stop trying 2 b a hustler
you aint nothing but a lil whore
So please get your ass out da door

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