The Funky Drunk vs. Grim Reapa{8 man elimination process}
first to five wins
3-0 is a K.O.
no dickrider votes
24 maximum bars 2 rounds
The Funky Drunk vs. Grim Reapa{8 man elimination process}
first to five wins
3-0 is a K.O.
no dickrider votes
24 maximum bars 2 rounds
Last edited by CREEPY FOLLOWS; 04-05-2006 at 02:09 PM.
word up , where grim at??
This bitch wants an apocolypse to fall~ crouched wit the corner cover grabbin his balls facin parallell to the wall fuckin mawled by an unstoppable beast like mike TYSON at 20 posin rapper fuckin dolls that makes him "blow-up" im fuckin playboy bunnies sonny...u aint shit when u spit its like verbal disentary...kinda scary thinkin ur a challenging adversary makin the situation hairy...unconceivably ill to kill skill and "erect" my style like a cuple purple pilz...nigga forget whatchu say dont matter no way u fuckin round gonna get shot down by a fuckin clown coastin thru life like a merry go round bitch ur goin down bitch...burried dead or alive like that bitch in kill bill 2 fuckin shrue, ur a bigger "peice of pussy than Vanessa Blue" the fuck u gonna do if ur just gonna get burned solid line by solid line in a pattern type of turn...playin yaself kid ur a joke and u know it, throw ur shit down son u can be the next wack rapper to virbally "blow it"
peace round 1
You be grim reapa?
"The Devil is not the Prince of Matter; the Devil is the arrogance of the spirit, faith without smile, truth that is never seized by doubt. The Devil is grim because he knows where he is going, and, in moving, he always returns whence he came."
I be grim
ANNIHILUS
funky drunk ain drunk hes just tipsy off of sippin this poison and being a fuckin punk..I aint alex jones but I make "conspiarcy theories" broadcasting my sound underground so only true rappers can hear me...lyrically fear me bitch immma tear your head off...dead off so get up drunk Imma let u have ur last meal....dope u up wit morphine, cuz ODB is the only person u can lyrically feel..deal...i deal then u messin wit a big gamble fuckin wit my shit ill leave u with your sloppy lyrics in disoderly shambles...fukin leave u perverted rollin wit the dudes from NAMBLA...got any ang better dish it out quick speak cleary tho boy why u suckin a dead mans dick? I be flushin u down the drain cuz u only be droppin shit...nigga step to me next time when u got sum hair on ur dick fuckin peice of shit ill kill you smilin bury u wit apocolyptic clips of straight nasty shit that'll leave u crying cuz ur nuthin but a big bitch clit...dont even start to write back your better off writing nothing.... step to me next time when its not "urself ur fucking" got it good bitch livin in a hillbilly town bein prepared to be drowned by my collective sound...u done this battles down the drain...you'll get writers block comin up wit rhymes for this peice that sound sane...cant lyrically touch me u stuck in another dimension...u in 2D son my rhymes have atheists reptentin...u aint attentive enough to capture my "final solution" I'll treat u like a WW2..POW and git red of your imperfect polution.. u messin wit a nasty fucker...dammit...u be spittin propaganda to rappers livin on a prison planet...u cant get past me im big brother whos watchin your moves.. sweatin me is like sweatin my "heat" that im packin...got mo fire in my belly then blud thirsty knight killin dragons ya laggin...ya skill will be your enemy..lets see..u watchin the smoke on the water while under the abyss is a giant fish that'll swallow you whole..hoe.. bitch come at me i'll attack wit a primal scream..I aint scared shit, Freddy Krugers in porn in my wet dreams..NO FEAR of you I aint a fighter imma lover...point to a catholic virgin mary and say "fuck her"...fuck man its takin you 2 days to respond to this...you be droppin a verse of worthlessness...I'm just fulin my fire my perverse verse is already superfluous..I'm attackin you like a cheetah on a white rabbit...readfin my verse for 2 days sick of the gay theatrics...stained ya matress when u read this shit you headcase didnt u...your just a peice of crap nigg I just be lyrically shittin you
Last edited by VernakuLa; 04-08-2006 at 04:50 PM.
im leaving this again for good after this gay little round i dont give a fuck if i win it, i just got nop motivation to rap nemore, i just dont really like it so peace
sounds familiar...like ive heard it 4 or 5 times
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BEWARE:
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grims back AGAIN??
yo creepy how long u gonna give this dude
last i heard we had been kicked out the tourny thats why i aint dropped , is we still in it or not muthafuckaz cant keep us hangin like this
i dont care fo ya heart watch me rip it from ya chest /
murderous lifestyle bitch i live and im stressed /
i react and act fast snapped back 2 crack glass /
throw u in ma napsack u dead and thats that /
funky hit with phat rap attack ya wack ass /
coz ya jaws get cracked where snakes and rats at /
this bitch spittin lines with no actual structure /
im swingin ma fist and ya bones crackin when i punch ya /
u come like the prey and im attack like a hunter /
fuck yo moma too watch me slay u infront' her /
u lines is weak yo mind is bleak /
all i hear is freak rhymes everytime that u speak /
u claim u 'reap' i aim at geeks the pain is deep explainin heat /
the rain will eat insane to speak the fame is cheap la haine i keep /
im a shifty muthafuckaa in ya back yard with an Axe /
when i chop of ya head its kinda hard to react /
a bark on the track metaphorically spark and attack /
yo like the goldfish up infront but im the shark in the back /
fast blastin back at you askin bastardzz /
ull get a smack for main course and a slap for afters /
ma name rings bells like ding dong against his wack sing song /
me and u battle? thats like old women frontin on king kong /
i cant be bothered writin more im tired, holla if u want another verse
yeah ya'll are still in the tourney creepy saidOriginally Posted by the funky drunk
and yo can u drop a vote in my tourney battle vs. hollow dartz
thanx
peace.....
I got styles sick as hell, sicker than sickle cell anemia, slaughter your circulatory like lukemia
- AZ
yea drop so we can move on
yeah muthafucka i know ya heard of the snypa
im holdin it down up in the murderous cypha
have u in the corner im sparkin ya with burners and lighters
coz ya flows is shit similar to turd in ya dypers
ya wack and thats that nobody cares what ya name is
but i think wed all prefer it if u stopped rhymin out ya anus
ur lines is too predictable u claimin i aint drunk
when you know i blatantly gotta be to battle this 'grim' punk
ya man get the fuck out here wit ya shitty chit chatter
bfo i step up in the place and make ya blood split splatta
u momma in her embryonic state could shake tectonic plates
at a supersonic rate , im ready 4 wat , u want it mate???
coz i spit horrid plague thatll leave ya stumbling
i dropped ma 2 verses to get votes i believe ya struggling
and i cant really be botheres spittin some 20 bar shit
so ill finish it right here let the heartlessness leave ya scarred kid
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