Diss the emcee above you

[Carmen Haze]

First off dude why you sayin nigga if you da great white hope? i guess ill let you keep playin da game dat you think yo rhymes are dope/

intertwining wit my bones my ass ill give arthiritis fuck dat ill give elephantitist, know you know my rhymes are sicker dan da AIDS virus!/

yo chick way above a dime? den im pitchin quarters, in da futuere ill probably be pimpin yo daughters/

dnt let me heal,ill whoop u on a wounded calf and pull back yo grill, yo aint flowiin over yo heels,youl be stackin change while im getiin mills/

da only thing u blow is ya candle out b4 u sleep, ill break ya knees so u cnt speak/ plus a fly was da only thing u clapped, come back and challange me when u learn to spell anthrax, and ill do u worse dan da 9/11 attack/

i know i didnt just see u write nigga, u weak ass wigga/ u da one who doesnt have a chance, fuck ya illusions,my rhymes leave yo ass n a trance/

in a million years u wnt even be able to fake it, cause the education u lack wnt let u make it,u just white bread and bad 4 my auteries,ill put u an art room and youll be makin heavy pottery/

u flow sound worse dan da dick n ya mouf, yo flow like u a reject tha came from da south, fuck pores man,yo flow is a drought/

the man in da trench was ya sister on da job, she slobbin on my cherries then she got on my knob, fuck da job u da one dropped da soap/

[RH1NO]

i throw punches ta slam your eye//
sounds like ya stole ya style from samurai//

[Ambiguous Realm]

pure lack of communication yet i still happen to amire-the-liar//
shyt yo.. i'll wrap ya body in 'phone chords' so u got some 'wired'-attire//

seems like toasted cum leaves u no higher-desire//
so CONGRADULATIONS!!...u rhymed fire-with-fire!!//

[RH1NO]

retire in peace ill expire ya lease dis fire ya read make ya perspire in sheets gun play ya couldnt iron my sheets u desire defeet u constantly ridin ma meat dis liar is weak im climbin peaks n rhyme ta beats ill jack ya for ya shoes n tell you admire my feet

[thaphantom]

"Da Guy Chokes the chicken" Don't you mean swallows a meat?./
Stay away from rap I hope ya listen, Cause I bring power to free's./
I have power you see, So much you can't beleive and i'm killin' you quick./
You couldn't win with the power of 3, This coward see's defeat, you're just very sick./
I don't mean lyrically cause of you hip hop is dead./
1 Shot 1 bar from any true rapper like "PAC" You're dead./
Cause when I drop it doesn't click in you're head./
Best beleive everythings true that I said.//

[SlickMex]

This guys ugly as fuck he has to b braking a law..
His name seems to suit him call him phantom of the opera..
Never let life live you, you always live life..
after im done with him lets see if he can survive a knive..
im to busy to waste my time dissing a nobody..
knive aint kill him imma unload wit a 12 gauge shotty..

[RH1NO]

you rhymed dead wit head n meat wit frees well//
ill leave ya diseased lead n infared dots or measels//

[SlickMex]

LOL..he did..

[Street Pharmacist]

yo fuck that u could get ur mug shot,with a ruff glock
u soft ull get snuffed in ur own block
catch yo ass by suprise,da guy? ull be the first one too die,let yo soul fly,all the way above in the skys
u living in disguise,cuz ur whole life is a lie
u dont want to get cought up in the heat,and fry

[precise]

pharmacist ill give ya arm a twist im the harbinger of karma bitch
the harm is sick, feedin you arsenic before i light you up like an arsenist

[Street Pharmacist]

ayo Precise why u gettin so hyped?
nigga u not nice...u not even aiight
u tlkn shit like u fight,but the way i see it u not soo bright
i got a couple niggas that will break ur wife
and take ur life

[precise]

bitch theres a reason your labelled as "lyrically- retarded"
u wanna be dearly departed? then step near-to-me-n-start-it
youre seriously lethargic, basic n' nothin but a carbon copy of every wack bitch that existed
yer crap shit is simplistic, fact is ya should quit it,

[Paradox420]

now the fact is, this bastard's whack, and backwards//
he spits SHIT, like 2 dykes, who's ass is mastered//
single syllables in his rhymes, he's plastered//
i aint talking 'bout precise, rather the last asshead//

(street FARMER-cist)!!!
AHAHAHAHA

[Street Pharmacist]

how about i let it rain like lil wayne with hallows n make u feel the pain
When i let the 38 off,more shots then the playoffs
n make u blow ur brain off like Adolf

[Momeijah]

Ok, u Gtta DISS The Dude, u Fuckin-Loser
U BITE ALL UR FUCKIN LYRICS FROM 2PAC!!!
Ha