The LPA Diss Track.

Now I got a vision in my head
I see you kicking in the sand
Throw a fit like a kid/ I rap better than you can
This may be your last chance
Take back what you said or I'm going to Xero in on your position
And shoot you down like a mass murderer in a crazy mask
Yea, what do you want to do now?
I shouldn't have to tell you how to bow, because you read my book on Lyrics For dummies, The Lyrical WOW
Look what I did/ I wrote a book
Made it for you idiots coming up as a rook
You're a rookie in this game
I put your lyrics to the test
They failed in shame, and I got this new look so get dressed
I came from the top of the best
Your fainted/I'm pumping your chest
This game is like Chess/ I don't need a bulletproof vest
Just take it like this Minus
In School I MAJORED in Diss

Matt you're just another clown to take down
You can now take off that ugly smile
Cover up your face/ Your looks give me head aches
I feel half baked reading your common name over by the lake
WHy I at a lake you ask?
I'm over there drowning your face cause I'm mad
Don't take this as personel
Your nickname is Urkel
Family Matters?
The only thing that matters is how I killed you in battle

 

I'm really amused that you think you're still a fighter
Yet we all know for a fact that you have a ghost-writer
Someone else wrote your lines, the only book you did
Was a picture book, your English is only good enough for kids
Sometimes I wish you'd stop talking, take a break Hesh
Enjoy the Silence, like the song from Depeche
Depeche Mode that is, you'd really please us
If you just listened to me, your Personal Jesus
I'm Precious, a fine jewel that's rare
Against me, you don't even compare
Who the hell needs a bulletproof vest in chess?
You do apparently. Who're you out to impress?
Making fun of you is my one single mission
So you couldn't find a word that rhymes with position?
You say you majored in diss, but what's in omission
You could only get a community college admission
Just like you could only get your aunt for the prom
Hell, you got your best rhymes from rhymezone.com
Boy, I'm miles higher when rapping in English
Hell, I'll beat you up while rapping in Spanish
Hola? Que pasa? Tu eres estupido
Tu es lento, yo soy rapido
No comprendes? I said you're slow
I beat you but know so little though
Your threats are weak, I'll corrupt your soul
Even if it means rapping in espanol

 

i really gotta say, Minus' raps are way better then heshboy over there...even in spanish it sounds better....

 

Now Minus' I really think you need a plus,
To muster up some shit I can trust,
But you got heshboy right under your thumb,
And I suppose your rhymes are alright for some,
But for me their not, so I'mma finish it off;
Heshboy are those lines or do you got a cough?
You see, normal rappers have a flow that just goes,
You have some shit you thought up while on grow,
Woah look, a link right back to your cough,
Apparently you can't breathe in all the smog,
That you're using to fill up your tiny bong,
So you can think up some more lines that are way too long,
Personally, I think you need to take Minus's advice,
But that should be obvious; he's owned you more than twice,
You TRYED to major in diss, but had to drop out,
All the guy's you liked didn't fancy your pout,
But don't worry, I'm sure you'll get a good guy soon,
Just hope he doesn't find out you got lyrically schooled.

 

For once I feel I'm not overrated
I'm only PARTIALLY better than Dedicated
But back to hesh, now that I got a chance
Time to bust out some rhymes that'll wet your pants
You're bustin' ghetto, but all that you got, yo
Is that killing spree you went on in Grand Theft Auto
Up 'til now you thought you were sensation
Until you got brought down by the local asian
But like in GTA, you got to steal that car
Because your income isn't up to par
Got to steal because you got bad credit
And your last rap was so bad that you had to EDIT
Yeah I said it
So lock into my position, you'll go to heaven
Wishing you really had an AK-47
And when you get up there, all the angels will laugh
At that cheap rap you wrote last paragraph
And I meant all angels, even Cupid
He'll laugh so hard, he'll say
"What the hell was that?" It might be wiley
But damn, Minus Xero can rhyme a smiley!
You better watch out and go get your gun
I'm gonna cover you up like Area 51
So that's your lyrical lesson, no cost
But like Dedicated's sig, you're so Lost.
So one last time, this is my domain
Don't enter, or you'll end up like Kurt Cobain

 

And hey, Mali’s ba- but I won’t say that
Cuz you’ll all jump down my throat for tryin’ to rhyme like that
It ain’t my fault I didn’t pass the first diss class
I’m strugglin’ to write a verse without fallin’ on my ass
And I know I’ll get a whuppin’ when I press reply
‘Cause you all know I ain’t got that style
There’ll be someone tellin’ me to stick to poems
‘Cause when you reply here you gotta call ‘em as you know ‘em
I gotta say, Dedicated’s a knight and Minus is a king
For even attempting to rhyme that thing
Where the little yellow guy is sayin; ‘I’m with stupid’
And I’m gonna stop, ‘cause this line is getting vapid
And running out of things to rhyme is becoming a bad habit

 

People are dropping a lot of hate on me from all directions
But I got the fun you’re seeing to make some corrections
Xero don't get an erection, because I'm only here to collect the commission you owe me/ You wasting my time hearing your preaching
I guess you got a little detached from this reality when thinking
My last rap was written by me, so lets see your time machine saying other things you horrendous fiend
Still coming back? I got courageous acts
I'm filling up my name shooting out blue-rays
I came back, and now filling up the plate
I'm next at bat, and swinging home runs, taking back the bases
Like no other on "Cops" police chases
I'll admit that you struck me out at first
You pitched frenzy lyrics just made me come back again much worse
Ready to wack your lines out of the ballpark in thirst
I'm craving this battle
Feeling more alive/ from time to time I hear you rattle screaming “Jesus why?”
Go on about your love for video games
Who raps about GTA is a man that’s mentally insane
I got the miracle rain/ I'm dropping it theoretical man
Get to the station okay, because I'm taking you aboard my lyrical train
This rap battle is making me about to burst
I'm leaving you with this prosperous hurt
Cursed in this one rhyming rant caressing your mind with lyrics chants
Your memory will be left with pains you can't distress
You're now left with a pain so hard/ It hurts so bad Your brains chained to the memory block left to ponder in wonder in the Cell Block I painted for you in rap art
The next edit I make will be to make sure Dedicated raked his waste out his topic
Back to his chemical tropic to mix up some new lyrics that won’t end up in floppage
I could keep on going forever and ever
Put your face in my rhyming net of terror
Make you look like Michael Jackson dancing in Thriller
An AK-47 would bring you scared in two-sided mirror
But this Hind I’m wielding is tens times better
Xerox in some new shit to rhyme, because Ebay’s done providing your lines

 

I love the way you keep coming back with crap that fell out your asscrack, can't you see that your rhymes are whack?
You're not a girl but you got a big rack, you can't take that but I won't take it back, this is my rap, a verbal bitch slap,
For any motherfucker that can't swallow a tic-tac, how about that? I'm so fucking clever,
I can guess the weather better than you wear your mom's sweater,
Careful, don't pull that lever, it'll make your ass get kicked letter by letter, like Jin beats Heihachi in the hit game Tekken,
Come on, with rhymes like that you gotta messin', just ask and I'll throw you down a lyrical lesson that'll beat the world record for meetin' my potential,
Just out of curiosity if you didn't write your shit then who did? And no motherfuckers tryna run from the shots you hit,
I caught you out, you got no home run, unless your runnin' home to go cry to ya mom,
You're not takin' back the bases; we're throwin' them at you, you can't even move; we've made you into a statue,
And yeah, you did come back alot worse, but not in the way you're thinkin' your rhymes make me wanna curse,
Shit, when you talk about havin' a thirst, I think your mom's over there waitin' man, you fuckin' pervert,
You're cravin' this battle? Why? You're gettin' your ass kicked worse than the asshole Saddam Hussein did,
You're feelin' alive? I'd be embarrased of that shit, "Jesus why! Is heshboy gettin' his ass kicked?"
Okay, I boarded the train to see what you got, and I got off at the first stop, I couldn't take your flops,
If you were on my MSN you'd already be blocked, I really am depressed thanks to the lyrics you dropped,
They make me wanna hurl all over the floor, over all your posessions and then right out of your door,
Please think of something that's less of a bore, like, I dunno, maybe killin' people and loads of gore or,
Maybe even how you're tryin' to score but can't 'cause that guy you like decided not to be gay anymore,
Maybe even write some shit about that greedy whore, you paid so you didn't have to see her no more,
You told her so many times you don't swing that way, I dunno why she couldn't believe that you were gay,
But anyway enough of how you're sexually inclined, it's weird to me, it could right in your mind,
I don't care and to be honest, my waste is better than your finest gold, which, in my opinion was oversold,
The next line is gonna be set up in bold, so you can understand the message which is tryna be told,
You're fucking shit so leave this topic hastily, 'cause you don't belong in the presence of the great ol' me.
Haha.


Edit: This is too fun/easy

Edit 2: Yeah, don't take this personally... I just have a natural ability to take everything to the next level, which usually isn't a good thing...

 

And now this little game is gettin' kinda hostile
And I know my rhymes don't cross the quarter mile
So I'm gonna quit while I'm still ahead
'Cause if I don't, I'm gonna end up dead

 

I can rap in Katakana
But my comp only allows the hiragana
Forget the Spanish, leave it for the Mada
They’re the saviors of Sava
I’m bringing the ARMADA
You’re pre Madonna
They may shoot you, because I’m talking about the MADASAVACHUCHA
Try this new rhyme up on ya
Xero’s a puta
You’re raps are indicative to your age
Your credibility is contradicting every bit of shit you try to say/but still you spit it causing your mind straying off into space
And it’s getting annoying
Lets us hop up on to this Boeing
And lets HOPE you’re not choking
I’m going to take you for a ride on my jet of flowing
Dedicated I’m not toying
My train was more than boring
The more I keep going my vocabulary keeps on growing
Pouring out every ounce you crave
Your daddy moaning BIG DAVE
Talk about gays
What kind of STD did you catch today?
Wait up a sec/ Are you getting angry at what I say?
Touché you say when I shot you with another fraise
This craze you crave when another gay sends you running away
I’m not a homosexual
I sex it up with the opposite sex very consensual
Your rhymes are only rentals
You got them at the airport when we arrived in my Jet for your flames you kendel for the guy name Randal
I don’t want to start a flame war with you lighting that candle
A rap war I consent, because I’m the rap lord pushing the pen
Peace out you little worm/ this is The Battle of Trent
I’m ready for the mid-term/ Dedicated please pay the rent
Don’t get mad I’m only posting in this rodeo/ rodent chosen in motion/ owning all who cover their lyrical potions/ Toking the Hookah I only wear RVCA/ the poison is this showing of fluent grooving when you loosing


Dedicated this is fun. It’s so funny though we always end up battling each other
Edit: Must put the smiley fawce, and spell fawce wrong bishes

 

Heshboy, get your hands of the keyboard
And watch the replay of you getting floored
Minus is your master, but you keep standing
Thats cool, but dont attack me, because i have no idea what to rhyme with standing
Hell, im just someone who just passes by
Seeing everyone laugh, cry and die

i need some practice

 

Yo hesh, you're gonna get scorned
For that homophobic language, you're gonna get warned
Don't blow me off, I'll start barrin' ya
Like Aslan from the Chronicles of Narnia
And since everyone out here is turning Japanese
I'll go out and bust with some of these
Forget Tekken, and the kitana's not what I'm after
Sounds like someone played too much Soul Calibur
So you got some spanish in your rap
Time for me to bust out some multi-lingual crap
Tu eres un perro, chingato tu mama
In Kapuchea yam bai jamui du ma
And here's one more language comin' by
Ni hui qian jin dan zhong jiu hai
shi dei yao xi guan tou xiang
Dang, those lines just bang "in the membrane"
It's a bit long, and you're not understandin' them
And it takes a lot of words to speak in Mandarin
I can't just stand back and watch you sin
I'll down-diagonal right circle and HADOKEN
Shoryuken, I'll fight right by you
And beat your katana with my Ryu
You're just one pop 'til my domination
Delivered by your one-stop local asian

Sidenote: But seriously though, even though it's a rap battle, you probably shouldn't be using homophobic language. And on another sidenote, I'm tired. All I'm doing is bangin' on heshboy. We should get a vote, who's better, hesh, me, or Dedicated.

 

Dedicated owns both of you.

 

Agreed.

I thought I had this thing down until Dedicated came in.

 

I'm sorry, but that line makes me laugh. No offense meant.

 

It was supposed to be funny. I typed it thinking of the Kobe Bryant case. How he said it was consensual sex. I LOL at him. Plus the "I sex it up." is just too damn funny. XD

 

I was gonna suggest that after I posted my next attack. But yeah I agree with you.

Edit: Here's my latest Chris, for help, look at the last few lines of it lmfao


You can't rap in Katakana, you ain't even mastered English,
You walk like a caveman and you eat with your fingers,
And hell man, we sunk the damn Spanish Armada,
You wear your Gola man, when I'm wearin' my Prada,
I'll cut you down like you're a lamb sent to the slaughter,
I've dominated this rap game includin' this last quarter,
How can you say my credibility's contradicting?
The shit I spit is better than all your weak thinking,
And damn man you should know that I'm not choking,
You best hope the hesh in your name is better than what you're smoking,
All these rhymes that I spit are the good type of the thought provoking,
And before you think that I'mma say I was joking,
You're vocabulary shrinking man, it's nowhere near growing,
Just so you know everybody wants Big Dave,
I'm the one you can't have but you still crave,
And man, I'm not angered by the words that you say,
'Cause it all comes down to this at the end of the day,
And when you say what you say I turn the other way,
'Cause I'm not bothered by the games you think you can play,
You may think you sex it up with the opposite sex all day,
But we don't believe any of the words you're tryin' spray,
And as for Randal, man, he's a hell of a guy!
And yeah, when he goes away I think I'm gonna cry,
'Cause him an' I, used to spend time playin' I spy,
And do you know what I spy with my little eye?
Your shitty rhymes everywhere that make me wanna die,
Only a few more lines before I say my goodbye,
And this one's for Chris who can't use the word 'standing,'
Without having to ask for help, Chris, 'standing' rhymes with 'landing,'
'Landing' rhymes with 'demanding' and even 'outstanding,'
And they all rhyme with the phase 'Dedicated's done with his branding.'

 

what's been going on? yo'll hittin the hard ground?
where was the real flava? why does it end like "whateva"?
you chicking around? messing up, ruining rap sounds,
no motha bicth could take no more,
no dying fish can take this shit anymore,
wrap it up, shack it up, throw it away,
brothers, you ain't even human to stay,
rapping like you care, just wanna show that you can dare,
prepare, like a staging humor, runaway, like some smokin loser,
i'm here, lay out the mats, step off, bring on the whack,
kick you back with mouth full of skill, if you will,
you know my lyrics could kill,
smother, murder burn,
swipe up all these lessons to learn,
cacth you when you are enough, not just pretending like yo tough,
go get a brush, memorize the themes and then spit it at yo dreams,
i'm leaving, but i'll be back for more,
back to reign, back to scream,
now, yo people, fall down to the floor

 

Dedicated is pwning this thread...

 

I don't hit the ground, I fuckin' bounce right off,
Like my fist to the pricks who take time to label groups like 'goths,'
The real flavour is my rhymes, damn, they really tastey,
I'd say they come under what you might say is savoury,
And to be honest this is the first line I've finished with 'whatever,'
So drop your bitch ass smile and stop tryna be clever,
'Cause I'll throw you down man, whatever the weather,
And against your shitty rhymes, I'm pretty sure they'll be better,
Note that I'm not ruining rap sounds, I take 'em to the next level,
I'm doing superman's on my bike whereas you can't even pedal,
And dying fish? Man, that's pretty rich,
Comin' from the fucker who can't fish for tits,
Don't you mean clean it up, load it up, use it as a shrine,
I know what you don't do durin' your spare time,
You don't polish your skills at bein' an MC,
So once you do that you can come back to try an' fight me,
If this was about humour I'd be Ricky Gervais or Chris Rock,
That in comedy terms are right at the top,
Your lyrics couldn't kill, smother, murder or burn,
Even the smallest fly that's been waitin' for it's turn,
To be thrown on the chopping block and really does wanna die,
But can't because your rhymes aren't sharp enough on the side,
Wow, you've caught me, 'cause I'm the best right now,
My rhymes kick up dust from the ground with the illest of sounds,
So go ahead and turn that frown that's reigning your crown,
Right around to leave it so it's upside down,
And so you know by crown I do mean your crainium,
Your hat doesn't have a mouth an' I'm more nuclear than uranium.