The LPA Diss Track.

Dedicated, boy, man, that was sick
Heshboy, Dave got you down, you've been ripped
Sick with a BIC pen all up in your shit man
Yeah, that's from Dolla but don't be throwin' me in the can
I don't know what I'm talkin' bout but I'd like to say
That today, Dedicated's gotta lotta shit to barricade
Your rhymes you use to waste all our time
We've read all your shit, and all we find
Is actual shit, typed on a board of blue-ish white
Hell, my grandmother could write better than the shit you write
You got something to say? Well, you better keep it to yourself
Or I'll knock you down and put you smack on the shelf
You're getting held, take a look around, you're not running this
Yeah, this from 100 degress, it'll hit you like a ton of bricks
So, let it be known right before I go
That there's better shit than what comes from your mouth on AM radio
I can find better shit crumbled up in garbage cans
You think you're better than almost anybody, any man
The Frosted Flakes theme song is better than this
Tony the tiger could knock you down with his orange-black frosted fist
Your Lol's are that of teenies
Face it, you wish could be dedicated or even me
With rhymes that beat the room and shake the chevy
You better back off, especially before this all gets heavy
You wanna tell me and Dedicated we're playin make believe
Look at the one who thinks he's got good shit up his sleeve
Or maybe actual shit, I wouldn't wanna look anyway
Your LOTR references are making me sick like Samwise G.
You ain't the king, you got no monarchy
You can't compete, quit before it's too late
Plus, how can you sneeze rhymes, that's just plain wrong
Like you spittin' your rhymes all day long
You need an alarm to wake you up? You don't need the sleep.
You could use the time up to make rhymes worthy to compete
But instead you dream of magnificent schemes
To beat people like me, that'll never happen, it seems
Come up with better shit, and ring me up then.
Maybe I won't stop reading your raps half-way in.

 

Heshboy, you fucking suck,
You're being squashed by rhymes fatter than Uncle Buck,
So do us all a favor & fuck the hell off,
Because you're more annoying than my chesty cough,
Your raps are predictable & have nothing to say,
You've been owned by every member of the LPA,
Chris, Amanda, Matt & Mali,
Dave, Tranz, Louis & Kacy,
They've all said you should stop trying to flow,
Put away your keyboard and find a goat to blow,
But you don't listen & you keep coming back,
With a hair in your teeth from that goat's sack,
And now I'm here to make it number nine,
With a verbal beating of intricate design,
I've got across my point that your lines are shit,
And you enjoy the company of goats like I do your mums tits,
Now I know that's not enough to make you stop,
But I advise you come back when your balls have dropped,
So I'll stop right there so you can interpret the signs,
Your raps are so bad it's a fucking crime,
So leave this thread before you get arrested,
And I ain't talking about that goat that you fucking molested.

 

Well if it isn't lucky number ten,
The mother fucker who lives near Big Ben,
Look at your lines, you've already lost,
I'll put you on a train & take you back to Kings Cross,
Are you & Hesh seeing who sounds cliche the most?
'Cause I can see through your raps like Casper the friendly ghost,
Your rap was shit, you couldn't make it on SM:TV Live,
You've just been schooled & this is a lesson you can't skive,
Now I know you've joined Hesh in assaulting that goat,
I've seen the pictures where you took it deepthroat,
So put the keyboard down before I call the cops,
Or give Hesh a hand in helping his balls drop,
'Cause I've seen it all before & I'm getting bored,
Watching twats like you thinking they're Tupac Shakur,
There's one more question I've got before I go,
And no, it's not how to get to London's Soho,
Why did you attack me when Hesh is around?
Get the fuck out of here & take the underground.

 

Yeah, Texas won.
And now I'm done.

 

Well, it looks like Uncle Raj is packin' it nice
Dissin' hellflame like melting a sack of ice
He ain't no Obie Trice, wait, he got shot in the head
Quite a surprise he didn't turn out dead
Anyway, as I said, you ain't the best
But if you tried real hard, you could put hellflame to rest
But I think you already did, that must be the new shit
Telling people to fuck goats, that's really about it
As disgusting as that is, it's still pretty funny
But not as funny as hellflame being fucked by a bunny
Yeah, a bunny, got something to say?
Doesn't matter what you do, you'll come up short anyway
So let's get it straight, be quiet, don't say more
You're drumming and meeting Shinoda are all you're good for
So sit back, watch me go, look at the show
You'll be jealous before you know that it's time to go
Man, I ain't the best but you can't compete
The fact is, you'll never have a 13 year old beat
I got rhymes that'll have you on the edge of your seat
I got beats that'll shake the floor and move your feet
I got milkshakes that'll make you quake and fries that'll cross your eyes
I got burgers, no I just got burgers, but it's tight
So, I'm going to end this now, since it's 1:08
In the morning, I gotta sleep before it's too late
Or I'll stay up all night, and maybe write rhymes
To counter the shit you call sick and tight
So good night, and good riddance, and maybe tomorrow
You'll come up with something that I'll actually read fo'sho.

 

Yo, Arhaz, let me get this straight
You may not like my burgers but you still tryin' to compete
Happy meals, hell, you actually get a toy
Sometimes they're for girls and sometimes they're for boys
So don't be dissin' happy meals, or you'll be knocked on your ass
by Ronald McDonald, he'll get you quick and fast
So sit back, let the pros get at it and go
Maybe you'll learn something, find something you didn't know
Your rhymes are useless, don't try, I only read them a few lines through
They get so dull they just remind me of you
And Uncle_Raj, who sucks on goats with entourage
And hellflame, who lives in his London garage
So, sit down, get off the court, go home
We don't want anymore of these rhymes you call pro
Get some sleep, you need it, gives you some time to think
Of rhymes that'll make you worthy to compete
Or to think of me, or Dedicated, and other sick-ass emcees
Rockin' the booth, hell, you know you wanna be me
I got rhymes that make you look like Vanilla Ice
I got rhymes that me look like Obie Trice
Except, well, I'm not really black
I'm white, but that's okay, it's not about that
It's about actually making rhymes that don't waste time
Unlike yours, you makin' raps is practically a crime
So stop, and no, don't bring it back with an echo
Just let go, yeah, let go of my eggo
It's my waffle, get your own sweet-ass truffle
I don't got much to rhyme with this, so I'll just say hustle
Man, I'm really tired and I got stuff to do
Better things to do than to read raps from you
So good-bye, good night, sweet dreams of the emcees
Who you'll never be, never be me, schmee from peter p.
Hit it.

 

Heshboy, learn to type and get a fucking clue,
Everybody on this board is better than you,
Your lines are recycled and don't even rhyme,
Hell, I stop reading half way in most of the time,
So sit the fuck down and get some better shit,
Because the words your using now will get you warned by Derekt Hit,
I can't believe I'm wasting time on your sorry ass,
You're being schooled and your at the bottom of the class,
And I'm still not quite sure why you call me old man,
I may not be your Grandpa but your Nan was a fan,
So get yourself together and get a better diss,
Because I have owned you like your Nan's clitoris,
I'm sorry Heshboy, "did I take it too far?"
I said that same line last night to your fucking Grandpa,
Now I know I've crossed the line & I couldn't care less,
Because I don't take the time to regret or second guess,
I can't help but laugh at the raps that you blunder,
The best you can come up with is fucking Uncle_Thunder?
Man, Listen to the LPA & just stop with your replies,
Because you can't fucking rap to save your fucking life.

 

Oh dear, Heshboy, you just got owned
Uncle_Raj K.O'd you like Russell Crowe with his cellphone
Just sit down and go home, Vanilla Ice is better than you
Your raps don't rhyme, waste our time is all you do
I don't even read past the first words
Your raps are a curse to make you worse on purpose
Okay? Wait, hold up, they aren't even raps
They're scraps of crap picked up from black alley cats
Aristocats, shit, they could rap better than you
Watch the disney cartoon, and maybe soon
You'll be better, maybe you'll make it fine
Write raps that rhyme, maybe I'll actually read them this time
So as short as this may be, I'll make you see
That you'll never be as good as me

 

! Genius, fucking genius.

 

Hesh might think he's ill, but that boy aint the Illmatic,
You use the word retarded and I'll give you a bitchslappin,
Not only did you use that word but you were homophobic too,
So in the end the heshboy gets not just one warning, but two!

 

I think I'm gonna dark side it if I see these rap battles again,
Please follow the ways of the force young jedi's and anakins,
Cause I'm the Obi-Wan of LPA mods and "I have the high road",
And if you fools make another rap battle thread its gonna get..

CAH-LOSED.

 

Folks, I'm double posting to say that due to overwhelming IMs about it I'm revoking Heshboy's warnings. There is validity in the point that heshboy wasn't the only one using such language.

Thus is why I am forbidding any further rap battle threads unless I approve of them first. And secondly, they will be controlled with only a few people being allowed to participate with the 'crowd' voting who who's the best. Cause really..that's what a rap battle is, and in all honesty..some of you rappers rhyme like Vanilla Ice.