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Rules are simple

No Copying
No Copying
Be Original
and..........
No Copying

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Someone go first

your rhymes don't even match, so please be real
when u try to rap, your flow u have to feel
if u can't write silent, try writing on a beat
pull your a** down like a trigger starting the diss streak
boom, to the nuke im the trigger
there is nothing more ******** up than a smart dumb niggah
im still cold from school so i'll just warm up
oh, and i forgot to tell, im already on the top ^^

No, you don't match up to my rhymes.
I flow like sentient sly slimes.
Sometimes screaming out about swine.
Sneakily I steal snout and spine,
to make a drum and xylophone.
I get the beat you cry alone.
Because I'm vicious in the zone.
You cannot stand my grin and tone.
As I rhyme you will catch the spook
You'll wish for the flash of a nuke.
You won't escape me with a fluke.
I'm sav enough to hiss and puke.

Now let me introduce myself wit the muthafukkin real
Im Midnight b***h duck when my guns comout
I ride for the SOUTH im always dwn u cud ask around
a new sound from the brown creepin and crawllin threw ur town
u muthafukkers all know we quick too let bullets go
i represent the Westcoast so u levas better lay low
im wit my homie Perro and Looney yellin fukk the po-po
i am insane they say im pchyco but im ready too roll
u feel the pain when u see the hallows comin out berella
a Southsider G repersentin the streets
wit a heat under my seat when its time to creep i let my guns speak
im servein peace ******** the police Midnight is about to release
bullets wit names on u lames leavin u bitches wit desize
ima rider till the death representin M3$a, AZ

kage, u know i got talent and i know you don't
later tonight ima ******** ur girl and i know you won't
its a stratagy, a talent i am born with
don't be scared in a bit cuz you got owned b***h
please baby cry baby, go cry somewhere else
being disser in this guild is a habbit of myself
i took long to write this cuz u weren't worth it
after allot of begging i decided to write short, kid

you are rhyming much (true) but not telling me s**t
your born from pure failure, thats why right now you are failing b***h
get me on a track with a beat, ima spit
hook u up with a gay, with pleasure you'll jump on his d**k
im just being nice, im just telling u the truth
you are not a rapper, your a denial from the rap-booth
simplisty completes, your wearing a halloween costume
im hitting u so loud that your turning down the volume

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Can't handle it this barbaric?
Then run to your lover Eric.
My adulteries more angel like.
I can please women with a mic.
I'm out of this world, yes alien.
You've got complaints just mail 'em in.
And you really don't need to rap.
Men are from mars, so you don't know,
but on mars half-rhynmers won't go.
anywhere but I use real rhyme.
That's why I made the surreal climb.

Edit: the ending is weird because I have to leave right now and I didn't finish.