Diss the emcee above you

[Gutta]

If i like ya sneaks, I'll leave you bitin the streets//
Ridin' in jeeps wit a new pair of Air Nikes on my feet//
I'm the type that rip beats over cordless Mic's//
My rhymes aint forsale u couldnt afford the price//
Listenin to DA GUY is kinda like takin a whore's advice//
He pussy, prolly on the fone with Dykes//
I take vanilla dutchies and fill em up with Northern Lights//
On my neck holdin ice, plush seats so we rollin nice//
The only grip he got is on his dick and he holdin tight//

[Street Pharmacist]

if i like ur sneaks ill go over and spank you,chop ur feet off have u walkin on ur
ankles,homicide taking pictures of ur dead body strangled,lil nigga u can
get man handled
nigga u could get ur guts dumped like a dutch,wit a pump that will open ur chest
up by a touch,cuz as u get older u learn not to give a fuck
so whatup,u aint gutta u soft like butter,u feminem kid u came out like ur
mother,type of nigga to get pressed and stutter
and u the one with the grip on ur dick,u walk around horny cuz u cant get no chicks
so next time u gonna try and act slick,u betta watch those lips cuz u could get touched
in ur own strip

[RH1NO]

faget talkin bout havin dude bend over and spankin
while grabbin ankles aint got a knife but somehow he still shanked him
while you go play wit ya man n inspect the head
thought id mention ya "styles so played" that "nike checks ya threads"

[Menace]

aye rhino,
imma make u swallow clay and detonate a bomb inside u, its the truth,
when i press this button, u gunna blow up like Cas did on Beef Part 2,
fag, i heard u like to go down, while ur at it tie my shoe,
i kno yall all wanna see me shoot crispy cream on this dude,
crisp and clean like babe ruth, out the park,
turn the lights off cuz my jizzy glows in the dark...

[Momeijah]

Relentless ill Severe Menace's Tendons, Use His Eyes-To-Play-Tennis
u Have No Hope Against Domino Like a Fly-in-a-Tempest
So i Need To improve? And Rhyme Single Words Like-u?
The Shit u Talk is More Brutal Than The Creap That u Write-Too
it's Embarrassing i Actually Thought u Might've-Been-Decent
u Couldn't Match To a Fraction Of Guys On This Site-That-ive-Beaten

[Gutta]

Yo u knock down one domino, they all gonna fall down//
This boi claim he straight when to me he seems all round//
Yo i sleep wearin my jewels, call me bed rocked//
this fool still think it cool to be playin sonic tha hedgehog//

[precise]

fuck rocks, to get your money you rub n tug cock
ill make you match your pic, n leave your "mug shot"

[CHINO]

Leave ya soul 'elevated' with 'precision' on the scope
get ya rock bubbled like arm & hammer dope

[Street Pharmacist]

damn is u sniffin coc?,cuz no joke ur rhymes have no hope
i gotta bigger peace than the pope,wanna war might as well choke
on a rope
when they speak about pussys,its this bitch i see,you and the nigga thats gonna
go after these bars,aint got shit on me

[CHINO]

let's keep it real you aint a street 'pharmacist'
and when it come to this rap nigga you aint harmin~shit
where I'm from we palm~the~fifth and we still move white today
if you ever thought you had a sick verse nigga better wipe~ya~page

[Menace]

take ya wack rhymes and go mow the lawn wit them,
silly mexican, i'll put ya face in da ground, leave u lickin stems,
stop jumpin fences to get to freedom, my rhymes is elevating, so read and weap 'um

[CHINO]

with that weak shit you a lyricist?, bitch get head straight
you aint a menace motherfucka you more like dead weight

holdin the site back, got somethin to say dont recite that
cause I dont know if you noticed, but kid you quite wack

[Dead Silence]

CHINO ill rip u a new breathing hole//
pull back let it squeeze take u out whole//
dawg dont u no u fuckin wit T K 6//
when im on the mic u cant fuck wit this//
im a rookin to the site but a veteran to the game//
im surprise as soon as i signed up every1 didnt already no my name//
so dawg listen before u go actin all hard and shit//
go into ur lil car and make sure the guardrail u hit//

[CHINO]

are you serious with that?...you must be joking
I'll lay heat through ya ribs til ya wig is smokin

fuck the kid six with sixteen from the scripts
or hollow point ya joints with 16 from the clips

pick up records done dropped this lame bitch
you prolly aint know or frogot who you play'n with

[precise]

"im a blood who shot-a-bitch-with-a-free-glach".. ill mock-tha-kid-with-a-C-walk
ill jot-a-script-with-a-mean-plot.. "pick up records"? no wonder that was the opposite-of-a-real-drop