anybody decides to battle, it will be 2 rounds, 16 bars, first to 5, 3-0 is automatic k.o.
vote methods
feeding allowed
I'll go first and vice versa in the second round
anybody decides to battle, it will be 2 rounds, 16 bars, first to 5, 3-0 is automatic k.o.
vote methods
feeding allowed
I'll go first and vice versa in the second round
I'll wait for somebody to accept and I'll start the battle!!
aight, it's me and Poetik, I'll drop sometime soon or later, friday's gets busy for me but forsho it's on, 1
gotta have alotta ballz to contend wit DDD
"BACK TO FUKIN WERK 1 OF YOUR THREADZ JUST GOT DUSTED"
oooooo shit cant wait for this ta cook i wanna get a real battle happin 2
LET THE BEST MAN WIN
666
"We discourteous creatures, features of repetitive
feaster's,that pray on the opposite optical of logical people"http://www.myspace.com/eversick0666
don't mean to add on to the flood, but I'll git at this battle tomorrow, aight, til then!
ey yo, the first time we kicked off, this prick lost his way to build/
but now he's suckin' dick-sauce wit lipgloss to pay the bills/
display the skills immaculate, I'm accurate wit fatal punctures/
rock ya ass to sleep, I'll bash your teeth and crack your facial structure/
fucker, you ain't nice, whoever told you was a sack of shit/
you never robbed a person,... only thing you ever jacked was dick/
the type to suck a dealer if the chronic was good/
you tryin' to live right?,....I'll leave you dead wrong in the hood/
ey you a hossa, you'd prolly snitch your mom if you could/
committing suicide, it ain't right, but you honestly should/
you fuckin' cocksuckin' arrogant weasel/
we can never git along,.... it's like Iraq and American people/
jig your stomache wit a heroin needle, then watch you choke and topple/
I'll leave your open nostrils bloody soakin' from a broken bottle/
if you dare to challenge me you'll end up wit da last contender/
layed up in a casket rendered body severed half dismembered!!
Storming the corridors of wu corp like a juvenile deliquent
my lips chapped from the blood ive smoked from red eyed pigments
In sync with the horrors that lie in 'the champ' and his hookz
understanding the enemy, dismembering his flow to that carry his bookz
if looks could kill i would write them- scratch the paper with the pen i set on fire
downloading nightmares to your membrane like a twisted limewire
causing havoc staining the brains of these surrounding liars
take a pliar to your wisdome tooth and take out the wise
appetise for the destruction- your robotic sounds will be left to raw to function
tape down your tongue, strap your writing hand in cufflinks
bloody hookz is nobody like 'whats a mook?'
this is chess as I swap your queen bitch for a rook
Take your knight and surrender a pawn
take your army and only leave you to mourn
first round over and war finished before the second battle started
quit battling, call scorsese for the second installment of the departed
aight, we on to round 2 and Poetik will start first!!
whenever u ready, drop!!
this revolution is a sign of the time, another historical product
this prince becomes king through rhymes and murderous topics
pencil attached to sockets and volts, blasting bastards like rockets and colts
nobody can hault the marching king as the war chants sing
my wrath bellows above bloodyhookz, a true champion? he's just another crook
stuck in an idiots illusion, stuck with the social services explainin this bruisings
im just musing the downfall of another 'boss', this kid don't bother me, like a shit slut i couldn't give a toss*
hookz is soon to be a fossil buried into the graves, my punches makie him see lights like a mad rave
bad days for a corp member to be put in slumber- call me yellow pages cos i got this bitches number
sthis is the summer of discontent- yet again the prince gets rid of malcontents*2
murder with intent, rhymes well spent,death in seconds wen this fuckin message is sent
im a man bent on finishing the job, smashin in face after face as if i was the green street yobs
stick your fuckin head in the oven and leave on the gas, reaping your fuckin bones as i bury your guts in the grass
gather my sluts to laugh and spit on your disgrace, then grind your fuckin bones just in case
leave the place destroyed and you beaten, leaving you to the flies getting your intestines eaten
nice verse, but I'll holla back tomorrow when I'm free!!
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