The Bullet Gods Return (meaning open season)

[Eddy]

get at me...20 lines shood u accept ill go first,,,,its been a while lets go!!!

[Da Dishonourable Don]

accepted! we still never got official vote counts on our first battle {8 man tourny Creepy Follows vs. Bala Allah}, let's go round 2, but i want 2 rounds in this battle, 20 bars is good!

[Eddy]

demented death scented replenish by eatin niggas
offended? ill leave u segmented like my freakin sig is
it figures u'd want dibbs to get left wit a bloody bib
after the blood from ur severed jaw prevents ur cruddy fibbs
from being told, ur seeing bold in a package of spick rage
if my foots that far up ur ass itll damage ur rib cage
but uve worked hard, so ill give u a tip..a hollow one
wit rapture raptor flow so creepy it follows sons
u can say i sonned follows, go blow on blunts sack
u mite as well swallow, cuz we bof kno i won that
lucky dusk let ya bitch ass in the bom crew
and stikin up to me, u got bigger balls than ya moms do
dons new to gettin Dissed, cuz his Honor is Bull
wit me commitin crimes not even geoffrey dahmer wood pull-
off, upon search of mr dons suburban home
we found n'sync posters, cher cd's and a certain chrome-
vibrator, thank you officer now the juries decison
for being a faggot don deserves 30 in prison
u heard me? now listen to the bars close in ur jail cell
while ur spunky name rings a certain hung males bells....AHAHAHA

[Da Dishonourable Don]

look, you don't want fifty whop slaps to ya nostrils/
this kid's retarded, git discarded like condom wraps in a brothel/
moving strapped with a crossbow,...see this Bala dude's a sleezy whore/
send him back to the crossroads, ....then watch me battle him through a Ouija board/
rattling due to squeeky floors, I'm creeping up your staircase/
while your daddy's snoozin' I'll be oozing on your mommy's bare face/
send you back into airspace with one astonishing sidekick/
how you sonned Follows... when your ugly mom's polishin' my dick?/
Dusk, he's your gayer half, your identity troubles are funny/
gamble wit ya life, roll the dice as I double my money/
but this ain't Silo son, see my 4,5, sick/
I'll rape your main squeeze and aim cheese in her torn thighs split/
what, you tryin' to git fresh wit da kid? you ain't no rough thug/
what you consider tough love?, male bondage with butt plugs?/
rap's just a waste of your time, you ain't a fuckin' mc/
I'll pump more dread through your forehead than a rasta puffin' sensi/
contemplate your fate over pasta plates, defeating the great?/
please, you prolly think I'm Chinese, the way I'm eating this snake/
there's no reason to hate,... but fuck it son I'll chop his dome and eat it/
and leave his bones secreted, body parts dug from Rome to Egypt!

[Da Dishonourable Don]

round 2

[Eddy]

im spittin up like bellimics tryin to swallow a nail
not for the squeemish, or the wee bitch who FOLLOW ur trail
im beefless as i stated but these kids run out of things to do
u mite prefer me sittin on a piano so i can sing to you
fuckin queer, thats y a chuckin speer im tuckin neer
cuz when the don gets neer a buck he turns to bucaneer
so i burn like chuggin beer and and eatin matches
ur up to hear my raps like jizz fuckin smeered in ur cousins ear
a dozen reasons why u shouldnt test the ricans temper fits
u a fan? think of hell as wu-tang u bout to enter it
u run around reppin towns in canada with no importance
or rep whore, upset your as brown santa huh?
ur flows deported, take it back its quite generic actually
since the jimmy choo shoe fits i bet u'd wear it casually
ur faggotrey is lame as severed legs, ud never be me
ill brake ur neck and have ur bones stickin out like 3D (ddd)
the spick about the free cheese, the way i spit them lines up
u cood only be D, the other D's (deez) is my nuts
y fuck wit it? u want the verse, so persistant
ill put Death before Dishonour and reverse your existance

[Da Dishonourable Don]

Yo, after slayin' your crew,.... I'm a rip ya to bits/
this fool's masturbating with glue, the way he sticks to dem dicks/
see dicks are for trix, silly faggot, willy mammoth cock in ya mug/
I've really had it, now this milly-matic poppin a slug/
git dropped in the mud, couldn't son me wit a written/
you git, boxed wit da gloves, so Sonny better Liston/{listen}
envision the pain given, these beatings' beyond stompin'/
you watch Miami Vice?,... Bala keeps seekin' da Don's Johnson/
in the ring with Marciano, shit's about to git Rocky fa real/
as for singing on pianos,... you're more like Liberaci on crylls/
I'm cocky wit skills, killin' this peurtorican's pride, he's jealous 'cause/
he can't afford a decent ride, takin' the short yellow bus/
damn, now that's a fuckin' shame, this lame keeps mentioning names/
I walk through the pits of hell unschathed and ascend from the flames/ dementing ya brain wit my psychosis rhyme dosage/
bludgeon your fuckin' stomache 'til the other side of your spine bulges/
nine vultures pick at ya intestinal regions, left bleeding/
simply for the fact you're whack, your rhymes suck like breast feeding/
and if my name pops on a song, I'll put it on a fool/
the only way you dropping Da Don is if you just call me Dishonouralbe!

[oDoUoSoKo]

Yo, after slayin' your crew,.... I'm a rip ya to bits/
this fool's masturbating with glue, the way he sticks to dem dicks/
see dicks are for trix, silly faggot, willy mammoth cock in ya mug/
I've really had it, now this milly-matic poppin a slug/
git dropped in the mud, couldn't son me wit a written/
you git, boxed wit da gloves, so Sonny better Liston/{listen}
envision the pain given, these beatings' beyond stompin'/
you watch Miami Vice?,... Bala keeps seekin' da Don's Johnson/
in the ring with Marciano, shit's about to git Rocky fa real/
as for singing on pianos,... you're more like Liberaci on crylls/
I'm cocky wit skills, killin' this peurtorican's pride, he's jealous 'cause/
he can't afford a decent ride, takin' the short yellow bus/
damn, now that's a fuckin' shame, this lame keeps mentioning names/
I walk through the pits of hell unschathed and ascend from the flames/ dementing ya brain wit my psychosis rhyme dosage/
bludgeon your fuckin' stomache 'til the other side of your spine bulges/
nine vultures pick at ya intestinal regions, left bleeding/
simply for the fact you're whack, your rhymes suck like breast feeding/
and if my name pops on a song, I'll put it on a fool/
the only way you dropping Da Don is if you just call me Dishonouralbe!

[Sicka than aidZ]

envision the pain given, these beatings' beyond stompin'/
you watch Miami Vice?,... Bala keeps seekin' da Don's Johnson/


lmao i vote don his imagary was more on point. still usin sick metaphors an similies whatevre those are. u know what i mean "dicks an glue sticks" or whatever. brilliant. bala u lost me bro u gotta come harder knockin don out the box aint happenin unless you really form that shit tight. staycool


fuck smoke bluntz his votes are homo as fuk

[Da Dishonourable Don]

1-0 in my fav, 3-0's a k.o., so let's keep gittin those votes in!

[MASTER PAI MEI]

VOTES NEEDED!

[oDoUoSoKo]

yo ben tell 36 to stop being like that, hes mad cuz i have another account which i completley confessed too, and i told him to delete it, plus i dont spam or do anything illegal with it, so wtf?

[Fuck]

ben's sleeping leave alone .... just kidding ben nice pic

[Da Dishonourable Don]

more votes needed, uppin mothafuckas!

[oDoUoSoKo]

dam this battle's still here?