(Amy)
Hit it freestyle, y'all, doesn't matter how tall
Take someone out with your awesome raps
Who cares how long just don't leave any gaps
Man you and your whack rap again
Why don't you explain my rhymes hit you harder than a train
Too bad, you have no brain, I eat you up, spit you out
You know what am all about, no pain, no game
That's my nickname, all the haters fall back or else I'll attack
Those are my last rhymes am out, I gotta hit the route

(Eric)
Nice rap, I bet you worked on it for a while
Not good enough just a deep pile, a discoloured tile
Yer rap goes the extra mile you ain't got skill
Unless you take a pill, go eat a dill
Roll down a hill, I don't want to see yer face
Go break yer neck or I will do it for you like a wood peck
I'll make you sink like the Titanic, you fake yer bionic
They call me the destroyer
I'm rapping, I'm not an employer
Mess with me and I'll eat you alive
Go fast, go drive
You're like a dog, you can't see me in the fog
Yes, I am Hispanic, no need to panic
Tu esta muerta, close the door, que esta abierta
Yo soy mayor, y tu eres menor
Te pongo una cadena, pero la quito porque me da pena
Haha, yes, I go hard, I speak two language
I'm hungry, pass me the sandwich
I did all this, I gave you this, no kiss
No, you ain't my sis, I'll take you down, don't resist
Whoa, my man, slow down with rapping bilingual
You're making my hands and my mind starts to tingle
Veni, Veni, Vici
You can't even reach me, I came I saw I conquered
You can't even teach me
That's conquered like destroy, not concord like a grape
Like bacteria in your mouth, this garbage
I scrape and toss in the trash
These lyrics are brash, here's some cream for that rash
Cause my respect you may have earned
But you've just been lyrically burned
(Brian)
Your lyrics are trash, they leave people with a rash
How did he even get baked, you're the one working at Steak 'n Shake
You are just wasting your time
With your pathetic made up rhymes, so just crawl in your bed
Cause that rap you just read, it left you on the floor practically dead
What a lame rap lame as you
I am the king of rapping, I will scare you, boo!
I ride all night waiting for my next victim
I will destroy you then you could pick him
Learn from someone you can actually rap
Not just a few lines and a tap
Beep, beep, beep, yo, thanks for the backup
Os your lines make me crack up
These other fools they can't even stack up
They're looking to get smacked up
Lyrically hacked up, their faces' all jacked up
But enough with the obvious
Let's get on with this, this is so much easier than the two line diss
The rhymes don't need to be so crispy and clean, you know I mean?
But you still can't compile poor hygiene
So once again, you're the pupil and I'm the dean
Schooling, Y'all on how to be keen, pristine
And I'm a winner like Charlie Sheen (duh!)
So put together lines that make sense and flow
Not just rhyme words like glow and elbow
I'm aiming this at skittles and shadow
If you don't like my lyrics, then taste this rainbow
I am not impressed, I'ma finish the rest
We all know I'm the best, so why don't you take a rest
Because I run this and all the girls love dis
They think I'm so fresh, they think I'm so cool
They all know you the nerd of the school
So do what you do and I'ma do me
But we know who's the best of this family
How about you sit down before I kick you outta town
Aw, is that a frown?
Did your mama just hit your crown
This is my style, my rhymes are heard across many miles
So take a look the whole world shook
You get your rhymes from a book, we don't go to old school
Know you out as I blow you away
Understand, I ain't come here to play
You wanna school me, boy you can't-fool me
I am the master, I created that blaster
My words are like a spell caster, they harm you
I'm not like that I ain't trying to charm you
So this word S will bite you like birds
[?] I do it, dear
Rattle in your collapsed ear, setting traps here
Kicking raps clear, hop in your lap, dear
Yeah, verbal pap smear, I control your laughter
A voice more powerful than your pastor
Rapping sweeter than three litres of Shasta
Soul positioning, sole possession of pole position
Hold your breath and listen
While I resurrect these twenty-six letters
A lesson to beginners that tend to pale in comparison
You're not ill
And if you are, my notepad's full of medicine
Plus, my freestyle is Excedrin
Take two hours and call me back with a new style
And show me you're prepared for the final frontier
Most of that was not a rap more of a lesson, you need a nap
I am a speeder, I park by the meters
Set fire to your house all you have left is your little mouse
I am amazing, what's wrong with you, STOP PHASING!