author: ohreallyrecords
Dog you ain't rapping you just babbling ya lip/ Putting words out ya mouth that don't make any sense/ suppose to be (insane)i capture you and put you in the pyscho ward/ ya freestyle's is old why you trying to be bold/ only mack you blaze is from ya lame ass mcdonalds/ i'm veteran in my hood I'll (backspace) ya goods/ that i'm knight the lyrical sinster and my lyrics is understood/ fucking biter taking flows from other websites/ mixing them up wit your on shit so you think it's tight/ cut that shit out cause you getting no props/ bring that shit around my hood i'll bet you 'll get shot/ if you smart non school nigga you'll study these rhymes/ i'm like seasoning marinating thru lines/ you make me laugh at the end of your paragraph/ i'm warmed up ready to rip you and half/nonedcuated ass!! one sucka

author: Sinister
Niggas reckon they recking till I'm disecting they bodies in a matter of seconds/If I'm the emcee virgin then D.Insane is just a faggit who loves sperming/Inject you with ill-matic germs when I'm using ill-matic terming/If you got nine lives I'll donate you one and take all nine for fun/Doo's talks about how he goes to recitals/Worships me as his idol/And feels himself like that Jackson/Micheal/Asking me to fight you is like asking a full-grown anaconda to bite you/I'm ending your carreer just because I dislike you/I'm the matador of metaphor and verbal/I kill but I can also soothe like herbal/Giving me advances to lyrically hurt you


author: D.Insane
you should've never tried to battle me/you just can't compete/you're like a sucka MC/learning to walk with no feet/ when I speak/It's unique/just retreat/cuz you can't stand/I'm the Grand/and I won't stop/dissin' nonstop/till you get banned/ your time here is like/sand in the hour glass/stop trying and pass/go back to rhymin' class/ the only way you get funky/is passin' gas out ya ass/I'm the last man standing/gettin' handed all the cash/ at first I thought you had better rhymes then that/but now I change my mind/are you rhymin' on crack?/ jackin' metaphors from my boy big Doos/you can't get loose/I got your neck in the noose/ come in here writing/eight to twelve bars to a rhyme/is that all you got/or is your boyfriend taking up all your time/ astro glide using faggot/who spells like he's illiterate/sounding like an idiot/and I'm gettin' sick of it/ every rhyme I spit/is at least 20 bars leavin' scars/on your brain/D.Insane maintains the spotlight like a star/ you need to take your rhymes/back to the drawing board/find an intro,body, and climax/and then try to battle some more/ (sucka MC)

author: D.Insane
This is what you call some battle rhymes reply?/ I'll stick my foot up your ass till it's about knee high/ using my label as your name wishing you was signed/ you won't be laughin' when your bleeding from your eye/ claiming that the grand bites from other websites/ you goof, show me proof cause you know you ain't right/ why don't you go back and proof-read your wack shit/ callin' me non-educated? when your grammer lacks shit/ been on Earth for 26 years givin' suckas tears/ can't put a name to your rhymes cause ya filled with fear/ you're probably the bitch ass who works at Mcdonalds/ spelling like you still drinking from a baby's bottle/ I make lots of cents you just too dumb to get it/ misspelling psycho ward with nothing that rhymes with it/ get a dictionary you wack ass Jerry's kid/ I'll bury your ass quick with a flow vicious like Sid/ the only hood you knows attached to your sweater/ so stop all that frontin' cause you know who's better/ It's me D.Insane bringing the ruckus to a sucker/ You got "knocked the fuck out!" like I was Chris Tucker/

author: ohreallyrecords
i'm the mask murder wit the muthafucking burner/ you'll get your ass smack like i was ike and you was "tina turner"/ and be "gone in 60 seconds" to battle ya ass/ on stage bringing the pain to make you bad/ i'm on you like fly's on shit/ deprive on hits so you need to realize on this/ i'll send shit til you get the fucking point/ get it... hollow points to your elbows and knee joints/ acting like your hard.. fuck you and your label/ no money getting nigga suprise you didn't see me on cable/ "oh really records " is real/ sounds like a joke to me shoot ya DJ while he cuting the wheels/ if you get this message please take heed/ struggling to get a dollar type nigga trying to battle me/ been on this earth since 16 years knight is real/ i'm ill dog fuck how you feel/

author: Knight The Lyrical Sinster
damn you flatter me, with ya insults but tragically/ i frantically, stomp "insane" you never want to battle me? poppin shit, dats hot n shit, but not if it causes speed knots that get? swole up quick when you get rolled up quick by this/ battle shit, sucka a dick? don't do that shit/ but lips i split and necks i twist/ I lighten wrists, put up ya fists, i insist/ you started this, is that piss, running swish, past ya knees/ toward ya kswiss? yeah it is, you'll little bitch, give me my fucking rings a kiss or you'll get dissed/ i'm ice cold emotionless. try to approach this and get roasted kid/ while i get toasted kid, at the 1st annual benefit/ throwing to help ya kids, ya family members and relatives/ like every december, losta gifts/ canned food diapers coats and shit/ light bulbs soap and powered milk our % of the profit/ got us out in boats in silk/

author: DOOS
Doos is back like the Phantom of the Menace, cause there's one little shit I forgot to finish. Knight, the wackest MC according to Guiness I'll rip your fuckin' teeth out like I was a dentist and kill over and over like Kenny on South Park burn you like a Pop Tart, in and out like Mini Mart You're just ala carte, kid, I'm the buffet I'll smoke you like a jay on the way to my U.A. Like a holiday, take the day off cause this could get physical, turn your head and cough I got you by the nut sack and I'm callin' your bluff I'll make you say "Uncle Doos!Please! I've had enough"

author: bigdooscreations
What a way to start the day slayed while you sleeping for your ignorance/ whatever pitiful display you try to muster against my magnificence/ is "half baked", while mine's well done/ "Big Doos" giving up the Hiney-Hoe abused and confused like pee-wee herman's future grandson/ fuck whatever story you choose/ cuz you coudln't synocpate a dope lyric to any beat always lose/ is your fate you don't amuse I suggest you use the eject button/ I'm Ef hutton you serving me drinks on the cruise/ My hearing is impaired to the words of these retarded dumb stupid mawfuckas who think they can come out of nowhere/ now be gone peon before i really set on that ass/ the bottom of my sole is all that gets got by these garter snakes in the grass