A diss responce to Monster. To check out his diss go his page http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=950701

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Me and Monster went back in the day, to midschool. He said to me that we should make a diss track against each other for promotion, i said ok you get some sh** on me and i'll respond, Well this is what i got on him, His diss towards me is on Imeem.com so peep it out and you can do the comparision between who is Dopest!

http://www.imeem.com/people/cw1m5l8/music/lHDA3__r/monster-monster-f*** -solitary-spade/

Verse 1:

Yo Tarren,
Tell us how much cellulite stretch on them ass cheeks, when you bend over/ To pick up a cell phone in a taxi/ Actually I dont need to know that, cuz your so fat its distracting the fact that your whole back,
is packed full of acne.
Smell so bad, you could pass for a Paki
Oughta take a soap bath,
before you come and battle me
cuz you aint fresh worth a sh** , your odours overpowering.
And the only way I'll forfeit, is from your orifice, eminating stench, from beneath your drawers b*** !
And- you - cant ever - be the emcee- to beat me Please!
Learn some better rhymes, cuz your whack as f*** !
say I blab on the mic? You sound like Daffy Duck!
You got me laughin son, Im crackin up!
from this big fat f*** , cuz his rappin sucks!
Suck my Dick b*** , you aint ever been sh**
Claim that you a crip, you a wannabe thats it!
you can hon-estly/Tell me your a snitch
I promise i wont tell no body, wont budge a lip
if you vow to quit this rap game for good,
and telling all your homies, that your down 4 the hood!
You dont wanna know me!
so, why infact would you act like you do,
when i just served your ass like i did fast food!

Verse 2:

Lose them b*** tits Tarren,
You think you scarin me, with your incoherrent lyrics
And a pair of double D's/ In comparision to me
You make me curious on how much air it takes to breath
when your steppin with a lyricist,
with this much of experience, you seem to be imperious
but really your a joke, and i dont take you fully serious
Claim to be a Loc, you invoke me like a period
To soak your clothes in blood, and
choke you till your nearly dead
I dont f*** in get it kid, why you always spittin sh**
about how you so big, shut your mouth and zip it b***
Before i come and split your lip,
with a force of such belligerence,
Forenzic scientist/ coud'nt tell the f*** in difference!

Hook X2:
I dont know what you've been told, but you must be/
On some dope, thinking that im gonna fold
I dont think so b*** , im not gonna go!

Verse 3:

Im ending all my nemesis, Kid now watch this veteran
My level of intelligence, now/
is way more then you'll ever get
Monster? Im way more then ahead of him
He should have paid more attention then/
Fatal-T, better than me? Pfft! F*** that!
I could chuck that/ idea out
like low fat dieting beans in his lunch pack
I know that im mean, you think i'd really doubt that?
this kid out-weighs me, by 2 hundred pounds
but he's so f*** in fat he could'nt last one round
Let alone, tryna take me down
man this guy'll pass out, before he makes a pound
You best to renounce, and just take a bow
you aint getting no respect, you a fake ass clown,
no one would pay cash, for the way you sound
you can bank on that, so just thank me now
Think i give a f*** , what set that you rep?
I bet your punk ass would jump, when the tech go Blep!
Was that a diss track or a f*** in love song,
learn how to diss cats, cuz you f*** in suck balls
Stop puffin on your bong, and your dumb ass
might have enough to grasp a half ass rap and spit it
but forget it, that fantacy will never come true
b*** ! Just F*** in admit it!