Can't test dis

Katana

by tha looks of $$$$, half of deez ppl are dumb $$$$$es and dun even kno what a punchline IS, but $$$$ it, imma bus...


Cholesterole lyricist, phattening with verbal grease
You represent world peace when flattering, as in you ain't happening
Your in for a battering like Rodney King, but I got reasons
Foot through the door an up the industry's arse, n' I'm not leaving
Phony catapult; claim to sling rocks, but just repel me
Now ya reputation vanish like kids with R Kelly
Callin' me corney? With or without red eye, you're 'bloody cornea'
Like tha Turin shroud, I wonder that tha $$$$ I ever saw in ya
Strike awe in ya, posh $$$$$es, I'll bring out the whore in ya
Modern day Whitechapel killer loose my new chain saw in ya
I'v tried bein' famous, now I'll try for infamy
Bottle ya speech n' have a corner on tha fertilizer industry
You see me, terror struck, no livin' man can stand my fury
Your face flush, you look whiter than Alabama juries
I slice all purities to parasitic animosities
Monstrosity of hip hop, hand out armageddon prophecies
Emcees holla, shout, death and decay is what I'm all about
You make less sense then brummies askin' me what tha $$$$ I'm on about
Your $$$$ gets drowned out everytime a pin drops
More $$$$$$$s lines then death threats in Bill Gates' inbox
I got fans danglin' from me like rich Texan mansions
You conduct heat, Pac shoulda strapped you on his limo with a handgun
$$$$ writers block, I just got biters block
Every rhyme is hot, saliva boils inside my gob
Condenses on my eyes as drops, and that's only time I cry alot
My waist is weighed down like 2Pac's was, cuz everybody rides his $$$$
I pick up speed like twisters in Linford Christie's suitcases
Strangle guys til every vessel bursts on their blue faces
Unaccessable, like platinum plaques ya $$$got crew chases
Who faces me? My hatelist members all get slewn nameless
Got millions of 'singles' swingin' from my twelve inch
Lord of the Bling, internet retards battle me in Elvish
Now like testosterone through a funnel, my temper gettin thin
You get pummelled by tha emperor of my kin
I'm enterin' ya skin with pick axes, bout to strike a nerve
I choke ya neck til it's so red, it make a Hell's Angel biker swerve
The crowd get down like drive-bys outside nightclubs
I 'drop science' like year ten groupies, here's my write-up
You get no props, go off cryin' to tha stage director
Your $$$$ is old like ancient rectums, I get more brains then face disectors

So shut ur mouf.

MC Psyka D

hahaha

bust these wannabes Katana..

Mi$LeD_YoUtH!

'drop science'??? i bun u in 2 Bar's usin science!!

i take on sub-atomic form, rip through the pores of ur skin //
like a virus i'm gonna destroy u from within //
leave the doctors ready to inform ur next of kin //
what was the cause of death? what else could it be but u tried test me!!

i bun u fun, its o.k if u want run to ur mum...... u think its the end yet i aint even begun!!

MC Psyka D

err.. yes.. that was science coz u sed wot.. 2 words.. however it was total crap.... so dnt speak like ur a battle god...

Mi$LeD_YoUtH!

LoL Psyka just cos i didnt put up a whole paragraph out my science txt book dont hate!! ur science verse was $$$$...... keep droppin rhyme like that u'll be goin nowhere fast!!

Katana

I ain't a scientific emcee, ima punchline emcee, so if sumfing don't make sense to u then u ain't lookin hard enuff.

Misled youth, I will now completely obliterate you for recreational purposes.

You 'dead funny' like Camron's autopsy
You and ya whore posse just some more softies
Try cross me, get trampled flat n bus wiv more standard gats
Den Arafat smuggled outta souf Iraq in his anorak
You try n Wu Tang shadow box me while takin' it up tha anal spot
Get $$$$ted on and call ur debut 36 chamberpots
beeeeeeeyatch.

Katana

Oh yeah, props 2 ur signiture, phi life cypha rip $$$$ up.
peace.

Mi$LeD_YoUtH!

certain man try step to me?? //
but in just 1 verse i'll have u down on ur knee's //
beggin big mic man for mer-cee //
u thought ur verse was nang but it never hurt me //
cos i'm a lyrical assassin, u cant touch me //
u tried kill me but it aint never happen //
i'll be alive for infinity and will always be rappin//
u thought u was big but i showed u that u werent //
now u got mad and at me u r snappin //
and now it obvious to every1, ur nothin but a jerk //
i think ur about to cry cos ur feelings i have hurt //
so keep on tryna battle it only gon' get worse //
eventually ur life will end and we'll see u in a hearse //
they say u couldnt take my rhyme complex and it made ur mind burs' //
now i think i will get drink, cos this battlin built me up a thirst //
but b4 u go on ur house i leave a curse //
ashes to ashes and dirt to dirt //
u best hope i never see u on road, flexin ur fake Evisu shirts //
or with my fists i will bring the hurt!!

Mi$LeD_YoUtH!

my shotgun left ur brains on the ground //
i'm described as bein the best MC pound for pound //
pick u up by ur neck and swing u round //
and to prove my strength i aint never put u down //
ur a $$$git //
when u in a rave on mans u try to grind //
and when they swicth on u, ur defence is that ur blind //
now no1 is surprised u got a yellow stripe down ur spine //
ur in toilets gettin high, why not do another line? //
hopefully that'll be the 1 that takes ur life //
if not i'll just have to cut ur heart out ur chest with my knife //
or maybe i'll do it like buffy and stab in the chest with a wooden spike //
it'll make a difference from where u normally get wood in you //
u normally get it up where u dispence the $$$$ from you //
and i dont mean ur mouth, although u got verbal diarrhoea //
perhaps i'll go tribal and stab u with a spear? //
i could put it through ur head from ear to ear //
but dont worry son, dont have no fear!! //
cos ur life will end real quick, i just wanna make that clear!!

MC Psyka D

give up NOW please... kat this kid tooo much hahaha...

and my science verses are illness as said buy some the best on the web.. succ a fat dicc

MC Psyka D

ur a $$$git //

aaaaah ignorance is bliss eh dogg

Mi$LeD_YoUtH!

it would seem man dont know how to clash //
stop ur delayin and bus' a chat //
stop talkin $$$$ and bus' a chat //
stop tellin me bout other mans and bus' ur chat //
proove u aint wack that u have ability to chat //
ur science verse was crap and that is a fact //
stop thinkin ur big, u aint a $$$$in mac //
turn away from me, and i'll punch u in the back //
why's it take man long to reply to battle rhymes?? //
time it taken for u to post 1 i have posted 8 //
u may think ur good, but i know i'm $$$$in great //
ur talkin $$$$ bout me, my name ur tryna slate //
but i just keep writin rhymes cos i know it is my fate!!

u man are on long ting's....... stop flappin lips bout some $$$$ery and bus' ur $$$$in chats!!

MC Psyka D

why waste a verse and punches on this
stop ur delayin and bus' a chat //
stop talkin $$$$ and bus' a chat //
stop tellin me bout other mans and bus' ur chat //
proove u aint wack that u have ability to chat //

da $$$$ u call that? u expect me listen 2u wen u try diss wiv bull$$$$ like that

Mi$LeD_YoUtH!

it call me sayin what i wanna say in a rhyme!!

since i been here u aint stepped up shown u big or nothin...... u just chatted $$$$......... make me write somethin that takes me more then 30seconds!! make me write somethin that i have to think bout!! u aint put nothin up that been ne good!! so why the $$$$ should i!! i am only postin cos my main forum is down right now!! put up somethin good!! u talk enough $$$$ for several forums..... when dont u start chattin some rhyme and occupy this 1!!

MC Psyka D

coz this forum is fulla $$$$ like you so i'd rather piss you all off in your wackness.
as i said i aint wasting thorts on u wen i can tell u how mucha $$$$$$ u are...

Mi$LeD_YoUtH!

LoL FASSY!!!

LoL its cool if u need a couple of days to run off and write ur next rhyme......

LoL ur next rhyme gonna show off ur knowledge of geology or something!!

Mi$LeD_YoUtH!

Yo!! and u kno what rather then chattin $$$$ on 2 posts u wanna just stick to this 1???

Katana

Dibidibidibidibidibidibidee!
Hype emcee i bus free-lee
man demma chat $$$$
Sound like a fat $$$$$
I got gats, $$$$$
Got you runnin laps, $$$$$
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FUCC THAT!!!!

Get your wallet out my arse, you ain't 'worth $$$$'
You been on ma $$$$ since I bursted my first spit
What's worst is you homo, you love male 'points'
From a 'bird-in-tha-hand' to smokin' 'dovetail-joints' (ha ha)

No beef, jus playin wiv ma food.

Mi$LeD_YoUtH!

like seanie t u come with the same old $$$$ //
the rhymes that u spit, aint even worth the webspace on which they are writ //
you think ur rhymes are smart, that they contain some wit //
but they aint worth the paper i use to wipe my $$$$ //
u think ur player cos u gave a 50 yr old's clit a lick //
but once she came she left u to play with ur own $$$$ //
u went to a prostitute but she said she dont $$$$ spasstic's(sp).....