My Own Shit
Artist: Reaper

Why ya'll have to rap using other people's words?
I can use my own shit, you can mock like a bird.

Coming with flows like trains with endless track.
Just sit back and listen but don't raise up off the sack.

So now that I have all of ya'll bustas attention.
I'll start with some things that will snap rappers from tension.

I feel the demons creepin, this may become too strong.
Too focused do it short, i'll just hafta do it long.

For now go ahead and blast me as you may
And i will take a pause to give ya'll time to pray.

Ain't Even Close
Artist: Stalker

I hear y'all comin wit some original shit
Y'all ain't even come close to me
You see I got mad skillz
and y'all rap like you're eighty-tree

Call the Janitor! All im readin is crap
plus you about to be caught in this lyrical trap
All y'all do is sit therre, like you took the wrong route
shoo, you better warm up yo hands, cuz you know you wanna clap

Y'all mad cuz I got big testicles
All the girls drool at the site of des spectacles
Des hoes know how to keep my ballz from turning blue
Hey Reaper, herre's something new, and its signed with a big F YOU!

To My Nephew
Artist: Panther

This goes out to my nephew Reap...

I'm back this time, spittin my own rhymes.
Original as adam's rib gettin split off his spine.

I'm feelin your rhymes like i'm feelin my nuts for cancer;
gettin no pleasure from it, like a fat ass belly dancer.

Your rap is elementary, like colors and shapes,
Take it back a whole century, you shit's still outta date.

Your flow's barely moving, and your style ain't clean.
Plus your hoe's prolly sueing, cuz she's only sixteen.

Nephew's Response
Artist: Reaper

Herre's to the boy who claims to be my unc.
Barkin like a dog while he smellin just like a skunk.

I took a break for a while but it's time to let it loose.
By loose I mean it's higher and tighter up on the noose.

There's no excuse, you're number deuce. Oops, you did it again.
Steppin outta line, just a little boy with tha men.

Caught with your pants down, now junior lets be honest.
When it comes to females, i tend to be modest.

Who's car-less? Not baby brother who's got it locked.
His chick's lookin better than anything you got.

So asses the situation and see who's got room to brag.
You can work on growin up while i cut up some other fag.

Who's the boy now?
Artist: Panther

What's up with all this boy shit? Callin me a kid?
Most the crew done turned 20, forget how old you is?

Number deuce means i'm twice the man you are, so keep countin.
Dos juevos, uno dicko... get down por mi jizz fountain.

Oops, i did it again, get that dribble off ya chin.
Shall i scribble down some numbers of men for you my friend?

Now when it comes to females, you know i'm also modest.
Who never bragged bout goin to prom with the hottest?
Who's girl hung out in corner and balconies, hidin from us?
And who's date was on the floor, gettin crazy like Madonna?

Did i catch you rappin bout a 16 year old being hot?
Blah bla blah... R. Kelly... Michael Jackson. Why not?