The LPA Diss Track.

Yo heshboy
The admins should ban ya
'cause you flow worse than Juelz Santana
I can't understand ya
I really mean well
But damn you really need to learn how to spell
You know - it's really a crime
You think you're so cool and you can't even rhyme
It's about time that I leave this joint
So one last rhyme and I'll get to the point
You can't rap, so don't try to pop
At least Branden can use photoshop

 

Y'all only know how to talk crazy talk
I think you should just get up and walk
Out the door your rhymes are makin' me so mad
I'm willin' to write my own rap (and daym it's bad)
I get that y'all wanna "shed your skin"
You wanna show us all you're bad as sin
And damn some of you got talent that's hot
But the some others cook their efforts under a boiling pot
It festers and shrivels and in the end it's so flat
Even my grandmother twice removed can do better than that

 

Mali, next time, be original
And rhyme words that are more than one syllable
You're a symbol of all that's wrong
In the rap world down to every song
A poem's not a rap and a rap's not a poem
So don't try to rhyme unless you know'em
That's it from me... I don't feel so well
So I'm gonna sleep... ya'll can go to hell.

 

Hesh is back again with a brand new attack
Xero is what you are with I get through with you like a snack
Get to your knees and clean these shoes for me
Because the only way you'll be able to afford some great lyrics/ is with shoe polish and a rag to clean
Get with times with your unorthodox rhymes
Their weak and don't make sense even over the illest chime
So you want to come back again at me?
meet me in the treet
I'll show you how to rap over a real beat

 

I've gotta side with Minus on this one, boys
You lil' kiddies should go back to playing with toys

 

Oh and sure wrong's more than one syllable
Man, next time don't think I'm so unbelievably gullible
I don't give a damn if my raps are full of shit
There a helluva lot more of people that’re full of it
Yeah, so what if my raps sound more like a poem
I ain’t a rhyme goddess, I call ‘em if I know ‘em
And sure as hell, it’s not often that I rap
But there’s no need to jump down my throat and attack
I ain’t dissing your good character
I’m just havin’ a good natured laugh at ya





And gawd, .in.the.shadows, did you just call me a boy?

 

Yo
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it one two

Right here we got Mali
Ya respect's goin' falling
To crash on da cold ground
There's a new kid goin' 'round town
Betta check da rhymes
'Cause it's Mattdizzle's time
This flow's gon' push ya
'Round like windchimes
R-E-S-P-E-C to da T
Betta show some when y'all 'round me
'Cause if ya start talkin' shit
When ain't your turn to spit
Y'all get a smack upside da head
'Till ya make ya shit legit

WHAT!

 

So what the hell, my respect’s falling
Might as well help it and start off by crawling
If I don’t wanna get a rep for bein’ the chick
That doesn’t even merit a dismissal flick
Man, stop lookin’ at the thesaurus
Stop flippin’ the pages in your dictionary of rhymes
It ain’t gonna help you, you’re cornered this time
And hey, maybe you’ll manage to fight yo’ way out
But it’s not gonna happen if you don’t quit loungin’ about
So get off your arse and gimme some rhymes
To make it worth sittin’ here an’ wastin’ my time

Aww, I need practice

 

Look at that small font
Y'all think that's a legitimate taunt?
Betta step up ya game
'Cause y'all sound insane
Don't need no rhymin' dictionary
Your jacked up "flows" are to blame

Yeeeeeeeahhhhh!!!

 

So, Mattdizzle is it just me
Or are your rhymes getting’ smaller
Are you findin’ the flow too hard to locate
Hey, I think my ego just got a bit taller


Dude those taunts barely bruised my ego
And I ain’t got a lotta that, so I should know
Hey, what’s up with the ‘yeah’, are you high?
Cause that yeah was so loud I swear it shattered the sky
And damn my rhymes are getting’ so juvenile
I bet all the real rappers are chokin’ down their own bile
As I continue to flow (badly, just so you know)
I can’t believe nobody’s given me the proper what fo’
I’m gonna give them frustrated rhyme-makers some relief
And sign off for a minute, to deal with my grief

 

Yo.
Yo.
I'm about to break it down.
Yo.
Yo.

What the hell has my thread become?

Yo.
I'm out.

 

It's just because we're all white kids.

 

And what if I do like Korn. You like Ashley Simpson.

 

Hahah. That's sucha lie.

But a flattering one. =]

 

A brand new attack? Step aside
You took that line outta Petrified
Man you don't need polish for your shoes
Polish your rhymes so you get no BOO's
I just schooled ya, fooled ya, it's hypnotizing
Don't come back til you stop plagiarizing

 

Branden, that was made with Paint
But looks at those eyebrows, they make me faint!

thank you.

 

It's ok if I give a shout out to my boy Shinoda
I told ya I'm here to show ya my lines are colder
My rhymes can't be booed when I flow when Mikes writing them
So guess who/Guess what
I'm here to tell you that your straight out of luck
Even 50 rapping for a quick buck/ Can truck you out of the game
RVCA for life/ I'm going to take you out of the game
I'm going to winna this fight/ Zap you out of the frame
My name you know is HESH messing in a catch with Minus popping in a lame
You're fool two MINUS Xero when that leaves you with nothing
You should be banned from school
Math must of been your weak point/Because your methods are lood

 

Hey heshboy/get it in ya mind
That all your rhymes look/just like you're typing blind
So what if Mike wrote it?
You still plagiarized
And you should get to school
Your brain's undersized

 

Damn boy, you really must be on chronic
Do you not see how this situation is ironic?
You "can't be booed" when Mike writes your stuff
Yet he makes fun of people like you in "Step Up"
Rhyming game with game, you must be joking
Hell, gimme whatever it is you're toking
Forget heshBOY, we're Boyz II Men
By that time, who'll care 'bout ya then?
Banned from school, hell, I won't pout
I'll be one step closer to being "The College Dropout"
I'll just put you down so I don't slap you less
And calculate your pwnage with calculus
I fit with math, like water to a fish
But you boy, hell learn some english
I'll call you a boy until you start to make sense
Or until your balls drop from adolescence