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Someone please tell me
who gave the mic to quix
I'ma burn you alive
like some candle wicks
Cuz your rhymes are mediocre
And you're not funny like the joker
Making no sense
and when it comes to cash
you only have cents
So stopping saying other people are broke
you should have never spoke
On the subject
bitch cuz I object
And you would never be sick
even with a tumor
Real rappers just laugh
Cuz your a source of humor

hey why u droppin on da name Quix?/ you couldnt C money if it dropped off yo own dick/wit da lube in da otha hand/u lame man, time ta switch up ya gameplan/look at mah fame man,got u tricked mo den a david blaine fan!

I don't C Money dropping to the ground
Cuz I'm not looking down, At bitch niggas like you
I'll be damned if I do, Mr. K.C. Kal
Meet the 40-cal and All you hear is Pow!
Yo moma cryin now, Cuz you a shitty as rapper
Like you aint wiped you ass after usin the crapper
And I'm the shit so I got you on lock
This is a cypher not a star trek convention Mr. Spock

see if C Money droppin its cus u fake
this guy tryna be funny poppin rhymes that dont make
no god damm sense see i can rhymes like u spit shit no excellance
big bucks dicks fucked i'll drop u with relevance
now listen up u written fuck u aint spittin from tha top
u writin shit u cant spit copyin albums u jus copped

So hostile but without any real back up
You can throw me down but I'll get right back up
Every time you spit I can't help but crack up
I'm a precision shooter but you just run in and jack up
Voices in my head are telling me to get up
Like I defy gravity every time I take a shit up
And then it comes down on your head
Burns through your skull and then your dead
But I'm not done, I'll eat your heart for fun
Cuz I'm the only real monster under the sun
Then I'll cut your dick off and shove it in ur mouth
Then I'll wrap you up and send your ass down south

Yea Im Sure Your a Rap Beast/a Fag Geek/Who has Big Lips N Gapped Teeth/
Who Claims to Have Money n Blast Heat/The Shit U Jus Spit Is the same thing
You Said Last Week/


Your a wack bitch/Better yet a Sad Prick & tellin From the background
of that Pic/Your a loser that needs to get Out of His Mom & Dads Cryb/

Talking bout a crib, but shit I'm fifteen
You probably about 40 chasin this dream
Spitting shit on the net like you hard as fuck
Get off your lazy ass and stoping waiting on luck
Because lucks is for 6 year olds who watch peter pan
You aint never gone be a star like derek jeter man
You just an old as nigga, wit a wirless connection
Jaking off to porn when you get an erection
So get a fucking life and leave the next gen alone
You just a gay ass nigga who tries to get men alone
I could smile and have you girl drop to her knees
Saying "c'mon, c'mon, lemme suck it please"
And I'll drop stacks on yo ass think enough to bust ya skull
Like the kinda shit the busted through the titanic's hull
Running around this bitch thinking that you un-sinkable
But then I came along and showed you the un-thinkable

You Spit Weak/So Im not gonna Rip a Kid thats Fifteen/
So Bitch Please Instead of tryen to Diss Me/
Hit the store For Oxy Pads & Zit Cream/

I Dont wanna Clown ya Kid/But wit that Big Nose/You Cant drink
Soda Cans Cuz it jus Dribbles Down ya Chin/

So quit,Like you Spit Dope Shit,Hurry Please & Get Surgery
For That Dick thats Plasterd On the front of your Dome Bitch/

mayne he 15 i'm like bitch please
i'm 14 rippin u easy like A B C's
got ya girl in the back couple of double D's
cus shit u crap on the floor i roc the mic with Ease(E's)
Cherbobyl only hitin cyphers get ya ass on the rest of the forum
give us ya password ya cant win on ya own me n C will have to do it for him

why cant i post?

Ya Wheels Needin-Tar, Close And Slow, Cuz ya Not Speedin'-Far
Only Time this Dudes So 'Straight' is when im Readin-Ya-Bars!

yo dawg I'm a newbie but the shit that you spittin's fruity?..
I wrote an accidental post your broke rap still didnt bruise me...
my wheels needin tar? That's giberish I mean truly..
this is real life rookie this aint a science fiction movie..

yo new i'm old yet still ya fuckas know tippin-on-fresh
my lyrics like zombies the way they rippin-ya-flesh
grippin-wit-depths to strong u canmt be sippin-my-mesh

Go Braid Pube's/With tre Tru/you 2 Gay Dudes/Are The the weakest Cause/
you could have EvenOdds n it still wouldent Save you/at Point blank/
it's Blatent the way I take this Hate n Jus Blanket/You Lame Posers/
that couldent be hot taken a gas bath With flame Thrower's/

ohh know u dissin everbody i jus finnished drink
i'm gone take one look at u bitch
wat was crap u rhymes really made me think
are shit i've had enough grow up u bitch