BATTLE MONKS, BATTLE 2: daliff89 VS Fermi Paradox

**444trumpets** · 03-26-2008, 04:11 PM

Round 1

**444trumpets** · 03-27-2008, 12:31 AM

Fermi Paradox:

Ayo, Daliff listen, while i gilsten over this battle rap
Creating new divisions, cos yer current ones wack

It's a matter of fact, that you aint seen any pussy flaps
Your only sexual experience is fucking yer own cat

I'm the desert fox, locked, stocked to place ya on the block
To chop ya up and send ya back to yer parents in a box

ya aint sharp, yer rhymes stink more than turnip farts
The only time your cheeks part is when the bumming starts

Fine arts, Deadly darts i spit, when i split ya wig
I dig like a oil rig then snap yer frame like a twig

You could'nt rhyme even if ya had the mind of master
Cos yer still after the glory because yer lifes a disaster

Better respect my doe's, or i'll have to come and show
Ya how i twist yer neck off like a was that nigga rambo

It's time for yer bed sucker, ya sleepy head ducker
so ya better stop, drop and roll ya bitch ass motherfucker...word

daiff89:

Fermi saying she's nice, that's a fucking paradox...
swears she's hot, but i've got one question, 'compared to what???'

she's prepared to drop many one syllable rhymes...
i'll keep it simple with mine, i'm just killin' some time...

her pitiful lines are just what i'm tired of messin' with...
verses are more corney than one Trumpet's private messages...

i'm inspired to wreck this bitch, verbal murder, serve it double time...
verses crush your spine, scrape it up, do a couple lines...

nothing's touchin' mine, death's painful, and it's not fun...
pussy or not. Fermi's complaining like she's got one...

the throne is where i'm raining all these shots from...
you need to take a shot gun, put in your mouth, release a hot one...

you've dropped one weak battle verse, sorry, you're wack fam...
your bars belong under the cheesburger 'ferm'enting in your trash can...

forget a back hand, i'll take my fist and pound your throat...
now bring in the next round so she can bitch about the votes...

**444trumpets** · 03-27-2008, 12:32 AM

Round 1..

Its The Battle Of The Sword!!!!

**KERZO** · 03-27-2008, 07:55 AM

daliff is on some gay loving shit cos he seems to like calling me a she..does he generally do that with guys or just me?

yer verse was a good laugh daliff89..get spitting that 2nd one now ya turd

**KERZO** · 03-31-2008, 07:08 AM

wow..busy in here

**444trumpets** · 03-31-2008, 10:27 AM

ROUND 2

daliff89:

look it's time to 'Ante Up', i really think it's serious...
a shoe-in for the wins, i'm a Dead Ringer, Period...

this kid's delirious, i'll take a shit on this dude...
who'd a thought, every one of my predictions was true...

i'll have some pity on you, your wisdom's unclean...
fuck a 'Paradox', i've 'set my sights' on Visions Unseen...

you're a pitiful teen, log-off of the internet...
find a bridge, paint the street below with your intellect...

i'm not finished yet, talk about my gaseous ways???
i'll beat your face in like i was Cassius Clay...

your raps are straight trash, i have to say...
you need to either pass the pen or just pass away...

take your faggot ways and choose different profession...
i'm spittin' these weapons, try to write my lines, you'll break your fist into sections...

ridiculous lessons, should be gettin' paid for these rounds...
i'm major with sounds, leave your face on the ground...

i'm just playin' around, you're right, i'm a walking disaester...
i'm chalkin' you faster, why even talk to this bastard???

i'm on a walk to the rafters, numbers' gon' retire soon...
Sleep's done beat you once, and i'm REALLY gettin' tired of you...

i admire you, you're like Rambo when you write fam...
bars sound like they were written by a middle-aged white man...

despite plans, this flow is too long...
no effort involved any more, i'm just coastin' along...

slit your throat with a song, you know what this verse means???
i ended your life on un-lucky number thirteen...

Fermi Paradox:

So round two, whats new? ya big gay ass bitch
Yer cocks contaminated and 'Linda Lovelace' would'nt party on it...

Spittin abstract spontaneity, As i ascend the deity
Stayin on form, while all ya do is get more gaiety...

My intense polysyllable's break straight through your pretense..
IS THIS EASY FOR YER DENSE BRAIN TO MAKE ANY SENSE?...

Yer darts are slightly limp like a wimpy impotent pimp,
Dictionary dodging, Your vocabs inferior to a chimp...

Oh and I aint pitiful or a pussy, so dont try to push me,
or i'll tear ya a new asshole ya lil sticktight flea...

So I watch as you regress back to the hum drum slum,
where old men spend a dollar to group fuck yer mom...

Finally, ya can't even brawl cos yer fists are too small..
And yer verses are more weak than stephen hawkin on rohypnol....

**002** · 03-31-2008, 10:57 AM

wow, this was a weak battle..
it was like a burdain for you cats to get those bars finished..

pretty hard to decide, I'm gonna say daliff was a little less wack so he gets my vote.
peace