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Title: 3rd Time's The Charm ("Zilli-Vanilli-Ice" Freestyle DiSS)
Post by: DiSSENT on February 02, 2006, 11:31:05 PM
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you can keep talkin' that wack shit, you ain't Fuckin' Hard
you addmitedly Love My Bars, but ain't even Up To Par
Northern Cali's "Bubba Sparxxx", lookin' like Britney's Hubby
watch this get a Bit Too "Ugly", no threats, Bitch; Just Snub Me
you don't have no Glocks To Spray and ain't got a Lot To Say
my homies are known to 'produce heat' quick, like 'Doctor Dre'
I keep it lyrical cause I already get Scoped By The Cops
bragging 'bout your "pending cases" like it's Dope To Get Caught
wannabe's like "Zilla", I stay beatin' on and Defeatin' 'Em
if we were 'psychics', I'd be the 'best'; you'd still be a 'Medium'
you can't 'see me' like 'Stevie', make you 'Wonder' how I Make 'Bread'
come to L.A. and my 'dogs'll' teach You how to ''Play Dead'
I don't Spray Lead, but I never claimed to or Wanted To, Foo'
how does it feel to get ripped by a Spic much Younger Than You?
on your "own board", no less; your skills ain't Moderate, You Fraud
kissing ass or sucking dick's how you Probly' Got The Job
lock you in your Office, you Novice; tear your limbs out your Sockets
it would only make You look pathetic if I were Gothic
that'd make you look like an idiot cyber-rapper with Drama
victim of multiple Trauma, whooped by some1 "out of his Genre"
you already lost respect and in case you haven't Noticed
the 'president's' a retard, good comparison; you're both Hopeless
"I bury you Cock-a-roaches!", you and "Mack" Can't Hack That
how you expect to win a battle typing Crap Like"Splat! Splat!"?!
I think it's funny how hard you try, I don't hold no Grudges
I'm Above This, But It's practice; I rise against "Republics"
for Democracy, you Obviously are an ignorant Commodity
Commonly seen and heard, wanting "street credit" through Poverty
but you're Not A "G", you got a billion Posts On This Site
that speaks for itself, you don't know where to Go With Your Life
what the fuck's a "Key-Style"? I'm just punchin' in my Freestyle
just to Be Vile, forget '8', you couldn't do '3 Miles'
you're in Denile of being less than Average, me; I'm Accurate
and Passionate, "Smashin'" cause it's My "Season", you Faggot Trick*
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Title: Re: 3rd Time's The Charm ("Zilli-Vanilli-Ice" Freestyle DiSS)
Post by: ZILLA THA GOODFELLA on February 03, 2006, 10:08:47 AM
can y'all believe this kid? every verse you dropped, I ripped it
you had 2 shots and missed big, now what the fuck is this?
took this guy 3 threads to touch me, what an attention whore
another day, another thread, I can't wait for number four
you made this a war, and I usually only play it low key
claiming false trophies, your worst mistake was to provoke me!
a rematch would only be a reincarnation of a savored death already given
an incision to your cerebral sends your soul to its birthplace from which driven
always ready, aim steady when I release these rap degrees
you wanna know how to keystyle the right way? refer back to me
believe me kid, ure boldness mean nothin, I smash brutally
this rap shit's like hand-me-downs: it ain't nothin new to me
might be raised from poverty but I live large faggot, look at the jacket
3 bills, how much is yours worth? not worth my time to jack it!
you're such a clown, got no balls, tryin 2 be hard flashing a skull
I got a billion posts cuzz I burned a billion hoes like you when I was in juvenile hall
I surgically extract the flow that keeps your blood loose and moving
then rob you of your manhood, but you should already be used to loosing
you should expect losses when only skilled in genital lip-soothing
leave you with battle scars to match the saddle marks graced by dick cruising!
I lay waist internally like a forced sodomy and cause body destruction
grace your brain with scalpel corruption like a lobotomy reduction
verbal terrorist, text assassin, season of smashin, thrashin all the goods
every verse is perfection, you spit so under par bro, you're a.k.a. tiger woods!
scream and tossin alone at home knowin I'm flowin right off the dome 
smells like jealousy, is that your cologne? let it be known before I bomb like sharOn!
can't type tight, can't even write right, you no way near the style I recite like
we can take to the next level, sike! fuck it, let's do it, where's your mic?
let's be logistical, you ain't street, you ain't shit, no reason to be egotistical
my typical mystical ritual is to keep flipping flows just like reciprocals
the reason why your brain can't function properly or maintain,
when a cyber phiber cypher is inside your mainframe,
is because your definitions of representin shows repetition
what do you stand up for? nothin cuzzin, your life has no mission
I infect your system with my best precision expedition
professionalism, exceptional rhythm, perplexing description
you'd be my hoe if we was in a california prison, I'm not kiddin
you don't belong to nothing, you don't know how shit works
stay your ass in the hole you lurk in smurf, you don't wanna get murked
fuck the beef, I'll charge this to the game, to your adolescent neglegence
zilla so clean, can't be seen on your screen, I just delivered the evidence
Title: 3rd Time's The Charm ("Zilli-Vanilli-Ice" Freestyle DiSS)
Post by: DiSSENT on February 05, 2006, 01:09:13 PM
Quote from: ZILLA THE GOODFELLA on February 03, 2006, 10:08:47 AM
can y'all believe this kid? every verse you dropped, I ripped it
you had 2 shots and missed big, now what the fuck is this?
took this guy 3 threads to touch me, what an attention whore
another day, another thread, I can't wait for number four
you made this a war, and I usually only play it low key
claiming false trophies, your worst mistake was to provoke me!
a rematch would only be a reincarnation of a savored death already given
an incision to your cerebral sends your soul to its birthplace from which driven
always ready, aim steady when I release these rap degrees
you wanna know how to keystyle the right way? refer back to me
believe me kid, ure boldness mean nothin, I smash brutally
this rap shit's like hand-me-downs: it ain't nothin new to me
might be raised from poverty but I live large faggot, look at the jacket
3 bills, how much is yours worth? not worth my time to jack it!
you're such a clown, got no balls, tryin 2 be hard flashing a skull
I got a billion posts cuzz I burned a billion hoes like you when I was in juvenile hall
I surgically extract the flow that keeps your blood loose and moving
then rob you of your manhood, but you should already be used to loosing
you should expect losses when only skilled in genital lip-soothing
leave you with battle scars to match the saddle marks graced by dick cruising!
I lay waist internally like a forced sodomy and cause body destruction
grace your brain with scalpel corruption like a lobotomy reduction
verbal terrorist, text assassin, season of smashin, thrashin all the goods
every verse is perfection, you spit so under par bro, you're a.k.a. tiger woods!
scream and tossin alone at home knowin I'm flowin right off the dome 
smells like jealousy, is that your cologne? let it be known before I bomb like sharOn!
can't type tight, can't even write right, you no way near the style I recite like
we can take to the next level, sike! fuck it, let's do it, where's your mic?
let's be logistical, you ain't street, you ain't shit, no reason to be egotistical
my typical mystical ritual is to keep flipping flows just like reciprocals
the reason why your brain can't function properly or maintain,
when a cyber phiber cypher is inside your mainframe,
is because your definitions of representin shows repetition
what do you stand up for? nothin cuzzin, your life has no mission
I infect your system with my best precision expedition
professionalism, exceptional rhythm, perplexing description
you'd be my hoe if we was in a california prison, I'm not kiddin
you don't belong to nothing, you don't know how shit works
stay your ass in the hole you lurk in smurf, you don't wanna get murked
fuck the beef, I'll charge this to the game, to your adolescent neglegence
zilla so clean, can't be seen on your screen, I just delivered the evidence

judging by how much time you took, I guess you Want Some More
if you're so much better than me, then why you still On This Board?
you get Flung In The Dirt, as my mutliple Punches Disperse
your Lungs'll Just Burst if you gasp for breathe, hence, my Punisher Shirt
me provoke you? That was never my whole Perogotive
you dissed me for givin' dudes props, then began Talkin' Shit
you Cocky Prick, get your Facts Straight, your whole Act's Fake
carried L.A. on my shoulder for years, still ain't make my Back Break
so how could some overly-confident "Metrosexual M.C."
ever mess with my skills or rep? What? You Steppin' Against Me
in hopes that I would back down cuz you're a "Moderator"?
hell nah, I'll just 'connect with more lines' than an 'Operator'
shakin' and Droppin' Haters like you, cuz you're a Mockery
can't step to me like private Property, trespass? I'll Properly
dispose of you, Odds'll Be in my favor, Simply Because
I got fam that's got fam in L.A., we Link Up With Thugs
I'm a lyricist, chump, put blunts out on you like an Ashtray
you spent 3 bills on a jacket that ugly, wow...you're That Gay?!
what a stupid way to blow that much, me, I'd Re-Up
get some bomb-ass kush & push it, but you a Weak Scrub
lackin' a business mind, that's why you stay on the Internet
you'll never get further, you need more talent, soul and Intellect
you're Indirect, braggin', but you're just a Faggot, Vibin'
with my shit admittedly, saggin' your pants & Advertisin'
how your Rectum's Stretched, very much like the Truth From You
you'll never Get Respect, I can see right Through You, Foo'
there ain't No Truce, your boyfriends all defend you, it's So Cute
you fruity ho's are played out like bitches rockin' them Snow Boots
I know my roots, you recruit cyber gangs through Postin'
and Posin', but you're not Potent enough, your casket's Closin'
if you're really Flowin' 'Off The Dome', it's cuz you're 'Decapitated'
don't take no 'Hostile Tone', homo, you rap Incapacitated
you think you're Actually Raw? I know you're not Packin' At All
your Ass'll Dissolve under pressure, your lips were Attatched To My Balls
before you got a crazy hair up your crack and Started Dissin'
comin' at me with all your envyous barbs and Retarded Bitchin'
you trying to infect me? Proves that you're a virus, I'm the Cure
you're the problem, I'm the answer, I'm definite; you're Unsure
you're a back-tracking hypocrit, your words are where your Error Is
if you got locked up, all the gangs would kill you for being Terrorist
you're Periless, saying I'm not street, yet you claim to "Live So Large"
and high class, yeah, my ass...I'm real, cause I'm Livin' Scarred
harder than I'd wish upon your fragile frame, don't need to Say It
you could 'bath me in bleach for hours', still couldn't be "Faded"
you damn straight I don't belong to nothing, I'm my Own Man
I stand Alone And hold my ground, you follow the Program
you're just a victim of the system, a running gag; Stereotype
you ain't Prepared For A Fight, hop on stage and Tear Up A Mic
do battle in person instead of stayin' online Everyday To Text
you got no stripes under your belt, you ain't felt, so Place Your Bets
you try so hard to impress people on this site, it's Evident
your evidence was un-circumstantial, trick, not Relevant
this is MY Element, your Un-Intelligent rambling's just Redundant
for no bounty, you're gettin' Hunted, I just Punk you when I'm Blunted
trying to ride on me? You're no Competitor, my shots are Wreched
you're Headed towards a loss and if you read all that^...you're Pathetic!*