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[ONE_MIC_ETERNAL]

The person below me, cannot blow me..
why? cause Im tired of you homosexuals
homie,

Man your skin so fried from your fuucked up e
battles that I got wear a suit around ya'

Dont want no diseases and shiit,
but you, if rap was an illness you be sickly
mothher fuucker

Look here fade to the brow fade tto the side
of the head some weird shiit at the crown,
Im almost certain justin timberlake clowned you
in voice where he got kicked in the nuts while
sucking helium,

If you ever had a skill, jesus just saw fit to
become a carpenter and kill you an make ya cofin,
you ask ya girl if its good she say not often,
man, man I done seen her making out with
lesbian from a racist crowd thats how bad you
become , You should just pull the glock,
put it to brain and hope someone sensitive
asks you to stop..

[ONE_MIC_ETERNAL]

^^^

[Edgar AlPo]

you're a waste of space, you better save face with haste
still on that homo ****?:thumbsdow
they'll find you in the A, same date and place as Mase
try rhyming, yah speeches couldn't be coherant if your life depended on it
god bless em:laugh:
no one could "save your tracks", not even with Jesus spitten on it
sentences of freak'n torment
yah stance all shakey
you couldn't stand a chance with a crippled warning
****, yah boring, even yah thoughts abore lames
so when you interject your 2wo cents, we all feel shortchanged
your Death is Certain, even Royce can attest to that
turn yah flesh to scraps
you with a win is like Ron Artest with plaques
when you 'hit the mourge', "I'll punch death" in the face with ashy knuckles
twist my snout up, and jump over yah corpse with a classy chuckle
you've had enough dude, talkin losses, well it might concern you
"is he live?" I beg to differ, NO ONE'S MIC IS ETERNAL:king:

[Mukel]

I suffocate the mic, deffacte on the page,
to many fake femcees put mukel in a rage,
one mic eternal, your a sleazy b*tch,
your favourte rappers the fresh prince,
and your favourte movie is hitch,
your a homo thug, a keyboard warrior,
leave your blood stains all over your appartment corridor,
follow me, word for word, diss for diss,
you bark like a dog, but you piss like a b*tch,
sitting down to pee, you queer ass punk,
maybe you should of stopped after your first f*ckin blunt,
dont want a war, so you start to retreat,
but thats what happens when you try walkin in my shoes,
my feet to big, and my rhymes to good,
the closest you been to the hood was singin one blood!

[Cryogenik]

Today is a sad day when I've resorted to this ****/
Cypher battling a bunch of socially inadept midgets/
I kill it with no conscience like posthumus murder charges/
I'll rip that organ you don't use out just to show where the heart is/
Stay cautious because the previous verses just made me nauteous/
To the point I threw up through the screen and ruined your skeezy dockers/
I'm off my rocker, and be kind as to not inform your daughter/
That I been trynda dodge her lately since we fukked in Meet the Fockers/
I built bridges for you newbs, no need to hear you bytches rap/
It's safe to make the assumption that all of your shyt is wack/
Y'all aint dikk like Mr. Bobbit put the cord in the socket/
Cuz it's summer in your pants bytches, all I got is hot shyt