They first thread was pretty ill, so maybe we can do this again, I wrote a diss to Campbell on the first rap battle thread but the thread got lost with other old threads anyways here it is:

First of all you cannot twist my lines,
you destroyed them, they were better off left mines,
you turned them from metal to a lullaby, next time just don't reply.
Your lyrics keep getting murdered by Italians, get it?
mines keep shinning like medallions, don't forget it.
With the honeys I'm known as the switch,
among dogs your known as the bitch,
smoking with my homies they call me an Uzz-i,
chilling with cats they call you a puss-y,
the Devil delivering more punches than Bruce Lee.
Face it Campbell this battle is over,
its like comparing a match to a flamethrower,
since Campbell is done I'll take on any of you growers

Good luck to all ofcourse, cuz tryin to beat me is as useless as

i'm not sure if this is just a you and campbell thing and i'm not a grower.. but i'm jumping in

it seems lyrical flow is somethin you aren't familiar with/
disected in garbage bags you'll be thought of as a myth//
on my list of to-do's capping you isn't on it/
i'd rather watch you die slow, drown in your own vomit//
speaking of medallions, i doubt you have any/
or maybe you got them in the mall for twelve fifty//
after i'm done your body's never found/
more dark and disturbing than August's Underground//
switch with the honeys? man that's a joke/
from what i see your girl's giving me the deepthroat//
at the end of it all, remember that the scrub wins/
thanks for your time, that was my two cents//

PS: i only do this for fun when i'm bored.... so i'm not sure if i'll be replying again but... i'm gonna shut up before i start rambling

Wow thats................................

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Man, you couldn't come hard even if you were frozen
You wouldn't rank high even if you was stoned-son

I'm on fire
You couldn't raise the stakes if you had beef with vampires

You rhymes wouldn't be felt if you wrote them in braile
I'm delivering heat like a burning postman bringing you mail.

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Whats the after-life like?
Probably the same as the before-birth, and you dont remember that do ya.

Dong deezy I blow this motha up in the heezy
you just like your girl ...both of you tell me to "go easy" (hahaha)

this shits fun...ill admit it...but your scripts are gettin old
and as we speak its like deliverin laughs cuz "jokes" gettin told (ohhhhh!1!!!1)

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man i dunno but all these rhymes seem whack
tear down your mic stand, and stand in the back
watch as ghosty lays down another track
spits out the rhymes, then opens up a fat sack sack
not the brown brick shit with the stems and seeds
im talking the good shit with the red hairs and sticky leaves
nothin' but the best from the land of lakes and trees
wake n bake, afternoon, and midnight tokin'
roll around the parkway's passin' pigs and still smokin'
i'll keep playin records til the turntable's broken
other motherfuckers left dry and jokin'

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Boo motherfuckers boo!

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"Cute? What?!... I'm not cute, Casper is cute, I'm an intimidating, threatenating... Aww damnit, that's not a word... I messed up!!"

You're speaking on my girl when yours is at the bottom of my shag pile
Un-pluralised the second word of your third line described your rap style

I heard you went to jail and passed time by dropping soap
I aint feeling you, NOPE
Laced with smack your lyrcis still wouldn't be dope

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Weed is the anesthesia by which I endure the operation of life.

Whats the after-life like?
Probably the same as the before-birth, and you dont remember that do ya.

im so high just like a bird
wanna test me you will get hurt
when im finished you will get buried in the dirt
no time to divert, blood on your shirt
who you tryin to fool with that pink skirt?

listen devil.. you cant get personal,
whatever your saying is reversable
im not bent like you im vertical
dont battle me cus ill hurt you all,

ill stab you in the back but im not a backstabber
my lyrics are sharp and painful just like a dagger
lightheaded fool all you do is stagger,
my words are real cus i aint no blagger

might sound black but im not a white wigger
the only things black are my lungs and my liver
big voice and its gonna get bigger,
make enough money just look at the figure
sick rhymes are what i deliver

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unexpected like a case of lung cancer/
y'all weak like ballarina dancers//
i attack quickly and quite vicious/
while you're taking notes, also malicious/
like a dark spirit havin' you superstitious/
learn your place and suck a dick, all you cabbage patch bitches//
like JFK you could get your brain splattered/
the shit you spit almost makes me feel flattered//

Step back and fade away...act tough but you juice more than minute maid
Ill spray you with raid(lol)...but your shit is like ps2 fight night ...all of your "punches" are "played"

Lame keys, lame words...your shit reeks
Ill make you bleed..and like chicks with "organized menstral cycles" you know your "weak" (week)

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I hear u talking but i dont c no follow up walkin
Act all gangsta , boy ill leve u lyin in a coffin
Then we see who b laughin,
Real gangsta dnt bump ther gums
they just pump them guns
Fill ur lungs wit hot lead laughing at the faggot they just shot dead blastin
Real g'z dont die , They multiply,
we *****z brake bones n bleed u dead
All for the love of the colour red

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R.I.P
David Steele
"Gone But Never Forgotten"

You just opened my eyes to how stupid gangsters are if thats a true story

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daaaaaaamn this shit blew up.... prolly cause of me

that shit was tight right there

<.<;;;;

you look like a dog, go chase this stick
what's that in your eye? oh it's my dick!

lmao, random


was that a dick i don't think i saw//
get a penis pump, damn it's so small/
unlike mine, it makes your bitch squeal//
i cum in her face and tell that bitch to fix me a meal

you can talk big shit while you move your little lips
you can size me with your eyes, while i eye your girls hips
and if i wanted any lip i'd have your girl on my zipper
if she doesn't do it right i'll go move on to your sister
and if that aint enough, get ready for the bomb
the other night i was gettin freaky with your mom
now i can understand if ya wanna get mad at me
gettin my mack on with the ladies in your family

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Boo motherfuckers boo!

A BOY NAMED GHOST (my original electronic music project)
***>>http://www.myspace.com/jake39stracks!!!<<***

"Cute? What?!... I'm not cute, Casper is cute, I'm an intimidating, threatenating... Aww damnit, that's not a word... I messed up!!"

Oh man look its a Juggalo,
go paint your face with your own menstrual flow,
then go to show and give the carnival spirits a good blow,
Your no more than a joke
everyone knew that when you spoke,
before i die i would vomit on your face and make YOU choke.
Now go grow up...a lot,
then come back,maybe then your lyrics wont be so wack

aah Peruvian Devil not responding to my rhyme i see, like i said "dont battle me cus ill hurt you all"

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yeah, CC your rhymes aren't half bad mate

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Boo motherfuckers boo!

A BOY NAMED GHOST (my original electronic music project)
***>>http://www.myspace.com/jake39stracks!!!<<***

"Cute? What?!... I'm not cute, Casper is cute, I'm an intimidating, threatenating... Aww damnit, that's not a word... I messed up!!"

here's another just cause you got me flowin...

i try not to get personal, just bustin my chops
i just spit rhymes, and give out props
leave my beef hanging at the butcher shop
t-bone, choice cut, just like my drop
unlike a lot of weak mc's who let thier jaws flop,
the weak excuse for what they call hip-hop
once the ghost gets bangin you know he don't stop
neighbor's try to come over and give us a warning
they gonna call the cops cause it's 3 in the morning
so we'll turn it down a little and keep going strong
need a re-fuel of inspiraion then just pull out the bong
make a cloud of smoke just like tommy chong
get yourself real faded, then get back to the song
and if you're still stickin with me then forget all the talk
just throw your hands up as i make the beat rock

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Boo motherfuckers boo!

A BOY NAMED GHOST (my original electronic music project)
***>>http://www.myspace.com/jake39stracks!!!<<***

"Cute? What?!... I'm not cute, Casper is cute, I'm an intimidating, threatenating... Aww damnit, that's not a word... I messed up!!"

Thats nice stuff everyone wrote.

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"They talk about me like a dog, talkin' about the clothes I wear but they don't realize they're the ones who stare." -Hendrix "Stone Free

JOHN LENNON, "ALL WE ARE SAYING IS GIVE PEACE A CHANCE".

www.norml.com

im done for a bit... need to go smoke a bowl

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Boo motherfuckers boo!

A BOY NAMED GHOST (my original electronic music project)
***>>http://www.myspace.com/jake39stracks!!!<<***

"Cute? What?!... I'm not cute, Casper is cute, I'm an intimidating, threatenating... Aww damnit, that's not a word... I messed up!!"

If you stab in the back you are a backstabber,
to win this round will be easier than your mother,
I'm higher than God, to reach me he needs a ladder
and for U to reach me...man dont even bother.
I have trapped you in a cage with all my bars, full of scars,
your not meant to be up here with the stars.
your lyrics are more played out than "just saying high"
I don't see why you even try, learn how to say goodbye
if not then come back, but youll just get bitchsmacked

Thanks, i can make a lot better rhymes when im stoned lol

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