Yo...

I used lyrical in my diss to you because you're a liar (lyr)/
I call (cal) out your weak vocab then set it on fire/
Your desire to defeat me seems a bit outlandish/
While I slice your writing arm with this vernacular weapon I brandish/
I don't need to freestyle. You cats are sheep. I'm the herder/
I contemplate rhymes. 1st degree is the worst murder/
I heard your weak raps and was forced to eat them up/
Regurgitated and spit them back at you but heated up/
I beat it up whenever I get on the mic/
I'm dictating your death. You can call me the Third Reich/
Daggers and spikes are sent through, puncturing your aorta/
Causing disorder and mayhem: the reality contorter/
consorting and consolidating your lines. I'm berating/
You weak cats only putting half my energy into this/
I make this Mistress Flow red without even trying to diss/
Prying your grip from the mic. My lyrics are diabolical/
My rhymes are like anti-matter eviscerating your molecules/
Chillz skills on the mic get distilled when I write/
A rhyme on my pad, the ink dries with spite/
My words are to smite. I'm verbally cracking your dome/
Minds will just roam. Sending you fake rappers home.

my new theme song



erikboyd60@hotmail.com

"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"

-T.S. Eliot

battle record:

7-0-0

Lord Meth, yes Im back on the curcuit
Quick break from rap, but rhymes still perfect
Perfected my flow and ego yes Im back to birth this
Dead thread of lames who think they own this
Battle ready, mic is heavy from heavy lift-ing
Hours and hours of practicing and writing sick things
To torture and butcher the opposition whom claim they boast
from deadly blows the echoes reach from coast to coast

Its been too long since I wrote I rap

u aint heavy, featherweights shouldnt get in the ring
u'll drop like your value when i get the iron and swing
u should retire this thing...u see the fire i bring?
3 degrees kelvin melt ya face, wait for the sting...

get ya neosporin im scoring all over this foreign
boring wanna be "jordan" really he wanna be "lauren"
he aint used to this area...look out men he wanna marry ya
if you's a baller...lets all play crush the carrier!!

ya deadly blows arent nearly fatal...i slice through ya navel
and prove your a bitch when i reveal the cord cabel!
ambilical...ur typical not that creative...
when it comes to rap im the original...a native
:ken: :ken:

okay i'll do it, but since you can only vote once you won't be able to vote again, if you want to vote for someone else tell me and i'll edit it to give that person your vote

i consider me the better dude, DUMBASS? u aint gotta clue
sticking to bitches like elmer glue buh u "throat" em like thera-flu
im sick when i walk..they be like "o there the flu"
u couldnt strike me....thats why im sparing you

u though u was balling cuz you was driving a HOOP-tie
well thats ok..cuz if i see you ima SHOOT 3
projectiles searching for a proper destination
it went "OVER ya chest" it EXCEEDED EXPECTATIONS

im the true sniper..im past venom i SPEW VIPERS
im through writers..i freestle to chew cyphers!!
my flo is hot..im grilling dat ass!
u tryna write MY SHIT like a pen in ya ass

lol

hoopties n 3's? u believe you gonna SHOOT SUM SHIT
you'll end up MOVIN BRICKS, like sum GUCCI SHIT
shoot at least 1 J but ONE AINT NOTHIN
couldnt shoot a hotline at J if u said 1-800!
seems the way u was born, ya dad TRIED TO SAVE SUM RUBBER
u strikin n sparin? but NO!!! u just LYIN IN THE GUTTER
gay ass dude, probly LYIN ON HIS BROTHERS
RIDIN ONE ANOTHER n TRIED TO GET ANOTHER!!
homie Im "so sick" like NEYO IN LOVE SONGS
n yous just gettin "mad" cuz u drink SKEET WHEN THE CUM STARTS
ur proclamations are bullshit, wat u TRYIN TO PROVE?
probly be bendin over, n i aint talkin bout TYIN YA SHOES
ya style is wack, I'm killin HOS IN SPITS
couldnt get high if you SMOKED SUM SHIT
I'll take a shit on ya blunt n let u SMOKE DAT SHIT!
ya face'll look like u just fucked with an OLD FAT BITCH

u aint moving bricks let alone hot verses
i dont drop lines no mo...i drop curses
you aint even worth this..ur considered worthless
ME and you, id win, it aint even a VERSUS

i aint riding nothing but tracks and hoes
i got some horny gay pistols...the gats'll blow
you crap so yo...i aint gotta think for this shit
my swags LUDACRIS i bought another drink for ya BITCH

im higher then smoke smoking a blunt to think open
im flyer then fly why? when i spit heaven open
neyo please that lines played out
me and ya chick GONE, we MADE OUT

dipped for the exit, u didnt bother to text it
cuz u knew she wont reply when we riding in texas
we straight pushing a-lexus..was the bitch name? alexus
i have to PM u so u cud get the message

ur girl keep me on with no top on
she hit me on the said on the dick she gon
u need u cant fuck with this
u should frame this battle when the photo

look dogg, ima true artist, CALL ME DA VINCI
im like 911 to ya girl she CALLIN ME QUICKLY
U fuckin stinky girls that make ya BALLS END UP STINKY
u betta off sayin shit from a distance, cuz BRAWLIN IS RISKY
like playin russian roulette with five CAPS IN THE CHAMBER
a big threat, I make ship wrecks, puttin CAPTAINS IN DANGER
no NEED TO RUSH cuz this little dude aint CLEARLY TOUGH
hes like a cat in china., that's right, already EATEN UP
you missin ya shots bro couldnt SHOOT FOR YA LIFE
this is too easy, like launchin rockets at a DUDE WITH A KNIFE!
ya done SCREWED UP YA LIFE, aint livin HAPPILY DUDE
this fool desperate, humpin pillows tryna PRACTICE HIS MOVES
ya rhymes is trash, like food wrappers, i make ya CREW SCATTER
Im the best in my skill, lika fat dude bein a FOOD RAPPER!!!!
u aint gon be makin moves when bullets MOVE TO YA HEAD
n I dont drive by, I stop the ride n SHOOT TILL U DEAD

haha nice drops homie, we makin battles turn into wars dog