[namix]

Vs. Toxic Fumes
06-29-2004

so your a wordplay head? give it a rest, my shit’ll stay read
kid… you’d only beat me at my own game if i played dead
dumbass joined, n i got moron my dick, kid luvs my typing
i cant even play off your verse bitch.. shit, its just recycling
i’ll drop this lame, u got no game, dont even stop to mingle
fuck britney spears, it is clear bad looks made Toxic Single
im sick, u got the shingles…how can this faggot work me
you don’t just need a-cyst, u need an entire case of herpes
fuck ur wack raps, i’ll sum up ur style with “ ; ”, thats fact
but your shit isnt a Semi-Colon, its just straight up half ass
im always making ya “wow!”, but now i am slayin ya pal
and ur up Shits Creek, just like ill-state nate’s Anal Canal
his fuckin click sucks some dick, u aint worthy of showing
his crews like Old Faithful- the Geyser constantly blowing
ur crews hopeless, we’re dopeness, ya’ll kno that JD rocks
you aint Over-Doze, but the win is surely goin to D, -Tox

vs. ~O~
08-01-2004

i use to sell dime bags, but i’d love some more money
and O’s about to get pushed around like its fuckin 4/20
i’ll stab u in ur intestines while ur stomachs digestin
and spill your guts like a mother fucking confession
easy to see me out flowin this square, no raps compare
win? its fittin to call ur crew SIN cuz u dont have a prayer
i begin trends, this posers aware my flows known for flair
i’m a fuckin fire-starter, he’s more like smokey the bear
i know u despair, my crew’d merk ur click in the worst way
we’d have ya’ll hung up on trees, like hippies on earthday
its obvious i do this for fun guy, cuz its honestly showing
its obvious u do this for fungi, cuz ur concepts are molding
ur click is always flippin played shit, and it gives us a grin
cuz like eve NOT eatin the apple- u just aint Original, SIN
ur shits predictable, im bustin the rhymes u love all the time
his drops might be a dime a dozen, but he dozen drop dimes
boy, ur phony click cant win this! hommie’s crew is finished
he calls it Strength in Numbers, and there only two kids in it
so act like ur a threat, say ur noise paints history
but like crap floating, Buoyant shit to me.


vs. Doomsday
08-29-2005

fuck this kid who profusely spits this stupid shit
i always knew this dick deep blue blew deep dick
I got this text shit to a method , u can admit it or not
but like your stolen stereo…bitch, the system is hot!
I aint awful at all! suck my dick u tasteless bastard
im goin balls to the wall. ‘n ur face looks plastered!
so dish out ur best disses - but dont mock perfection
cuz u look like eddie winslow after a botox injection
act like ur a wordplay head, but my shit’ll stay read
u’d only beat me at my own game, if I played dead!
the fact is, one fast hit- he’ll be bleedin out his gums
i’d give that kid a fat lip,
…but it looks like God beat me to the punch!
cuz those are huge! wit deformed fingers, really man
at least next Spielberg movie, u can star as ET’s hands
is that a garage to ur mansion?! lol, I know your a con
i kno the address to ur card-board, ‘n it isnt poker.com
u driving that car! I wont say ur a poser, alright?
but heres a riddle:
“What’s black, red, and pulled over at night?”
u know pearl harbor? I always try to enlight..
if loose lips sink ships,
the japs shoulda hired ur girls vagina to fight!
sonnin this hoe – getting signed? its nothin to boast
ur career had more bad-spells than one of ur posts
u knew my rhymes was grimier in the worst way
so many grocer lines,
…u’d think my verse was ur work place!
i am soo street! just playin, I dont touch that market
but i will roll deep….up in a fucking bloody carpet
he has 3k posts, I got 100, but he’s worse I presume
cuz I still got 2 more RW classic verses than doom!
namix is crude, fucka pic match, god dammit its thru
i wont say u have a nice ass....but I gotta hand it to u

Mike V diss
07-11-2004

i aint even getting fancy, im just straight spitting the truth

u dissed like 8 kids in DD, and six in my crew..

i was gonna drop on ur whole click, but fuck it, i’m through
i’ll still get 10x’s more replies than ur drop by just dissin you
bitch we’re veterans, your not- so quit mentioning our spot
u can thank me for this diss cuz it brought attention to ur drop
more and more Asians keep rappin, i cant even face to diss u
im not even battlin no mo, im solvin ur overpopulation issue
u aint even the best in ur crew, testing us dude?
we should commit Suicide
…to a mental institution for flexing wit u
but at least your little diss got two replies, hey, isnt that nice!
2 kids took time out of their busy schedules to give u advice
this aint the usual style i use ‘n thats been copped by this cat
u know u suck when i dont need wordplay to slaughter ur ass
u use to think you raped kids, but we never believed that one
becuz u might be mike, but we all know u still aint jack, son
beat us? hahahahaha, he cant even be optimistic, please ya’ll
his motherfuckin cups half empty, like asian chicks in D bras
and bitch your predictable butler nameflips were abhorrin too
shiiit, wasnt it just last week i saw him wipe the floor with u?
yea we’re inactive, we sit around, hold our cocks, growin rust
and we’ll come back the day you make top ten lists over us
we’ll make top ten foreva, ‘n even when our dissing is done
u’ll still be in the thread sayin “HEY! arent ya’ll missin someone?!”
ur always wingin ur verses, each spit i think u have worsened
DOH is less than Doze, shit bitch, ur just our singular version


Vs. PoizonusJK
02-04-2003

bring it hard? im about to...
dish it out like picnic lunch utensils, even led to son ur pencils,
ya i respect your faith, but i’ll still send this punch to temples..
im raw ‘n unleavened, get Eden so quick ur son tastes heaven,
man i’ll kill ur streak, ‘n show u who really won-eight-seven..
P’s spinning a twin, of em’s “Kim” ‘n were beginnin to grin
cuz Mather of fact, now even his chances of winning are Slim..
nuthins left shady when fukin with Hades; just fukin evade keys
then take ur fake record, ‘n leave wackness stuck in the eighties.
hells freezin over ‘n ur slipping away; i’d stay scripting engraves,
never dream’n of loss, like frustrated insomniacs im ripping PJ’s!
this lyrical liter cant pour me a shot, u want a euphoria plot..?
..i treat battles like ur girl’s undergarments; ‘n see Victoria ‘lot;
constructive criticism sure is building u up, but im ceiling it shut...
feelin the slugs mealin like bugs? see, P imagery really just sucks!
i’ll bash ur egos neck in neglect, til ur mirror has dyslexic respect..
my punches arent hitting? ask ur shoulder socket how disconnect
i flip some sugar ‘n somersault; shake ur shit like a plumbers malt,
u can count on a loss, then list reasons why its the numbers fault..
this imposters crowned? its crossed around im bound to foster sound
forget jokes.. and toss this clown back to the b-boy lost and found..