Lamar Odom they ass

[M Dogg™]

Crank up the bass the real Hip-Hop is Ova here, I'm calling these fools Lamar Odom 'cause I make them dissappear/
Young Kobe, 8 bars got the whole board shaken scared, Exposing the pussy in fools, call them Britney Spears/
Respond to me you must have Lunatic tendicies, I got Infinite ways to win a battle for those who challenge me/
Look at my record, been here since before AlerGs, Killed the Immortals, so how Bez get more votes than me/
Lyrical-Poet is like Paul Gasol, that dude is just too soft, so like Reggie Miller I give him that legendary push off/
Dogg, I'm streets with a college degree so call me the OG-Nius, smash you over the head with my bottle of Ol' English/
Fuck the ToNe, I'm the greatest and that's the Truth, so keep Quiet 'cause I'll do you in like I was Kobe in his youth/
I don't know your name so I'm calling you FEZ, Oh shit, I forgot, gotta pimp slap that bitch they call BEZ!!!/


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I can do this all day. Trust me, you can come with all the bars you want.. I'm just getting warmed up. You ever see one dude Ether a whole board. Well I'm claiming this shit as my own. DubCC's greatest. You want me one on one, sign up for the featured battle... I'll be waiting fuckazzz!!!

[QuietTruth]

Wit all your sports references, you think they gon give you game?
With or without 'em, you still is gonna sound the same
You a lame, u ain't fighting to stay alive, u alive fighting
Tryin' hard to make heat but yo shit don't deserve a poetic license
Becuz your flow is wack, punch lines played out, bars is dry
You ain't street like me, I put my 'hood' in the sky like cars that fly
This broke nigga really think he is ballin', nigga you suck
You like the G-Unit camp right now, without a buck
And nigga without the skill, you ain't close to a hot mc
I can spit nuthin' and still write a better hot sixteen
Muthafucka I'm the youth, spittin' the quiet truth
And here's the silent proof, u bite harder than a violent tooth
Becuz everyone of them damn metaphors straight mega bore
Them disappearing lines, nigga we heard them all before
Wit the help of ur wack rhymes I spit different ways, in different styles
You like the bathroom floor becuz you gotta a nigga spittin' 'verse-a-tile'
Niggas my rhymes stay shining like a bold headed dude, and
I should give credit but like a good balance, there ain't got credit due

[Lunatic]

with all the sport references maybe u should look at a different career
cause ya raps aint shit, and im mentionin ya name without any fear
m dogg is straight trash so im takin him out, nothin but some garbage
your first one was ok but the second was a flop like ghostface more-fish
and just like that def jam album homie, ya shit aint gettin any fuckin burn
Quiet Truth killed u on the last verse hard and now its my fuckin turn
to take you out of the game cause ya lyrics for my poor ears aint deservin
you probably thinkin of these wack rhymes all day so ya key style is hurtin
and maybe u should develop a new rap style, cause ya shit is not workin
mentionin our names so u thinkin that maybe we payin u some attention
but class is in session and u need extra time to get it so im givin u detention
and maybe u will slowly get what im sayin, one day u will maybe understand
that is all i can hope for, but ya not a rapper, talkin bout me like you a fan