ROUND 2
DALLIF89:
quick shit to 'Cam'Ron - Down & Out':
if i'm just a bad written, you're unspeakably wack...
anything your words touch becomes immediate trash...
i'm leavin' him back, him and his third grade bars...
spit rhymes in his hometown, leave his birthplace charred...
get this jerk's faced scarred with large fists, that hard shit...
rip your 'punches' to shreds, you'll wonder where your arms went...
discard this i'm heartless, you'll depart quick...
carpet stained with pain and brains, body's hard, stiff...
Command Sergeant Major, ahead of your class...
stay spittin' some shit, you got your head up your ass...
fuck your medical raps, i'll dissect your whole verse and shit...
Sheep collabed with Jack Kevorkian, still couldn't murder this...
fill hearses with these nervous pricks, they're cursin' this...
Sheep has to 'shed' his nerdy lisp and clutch his purse to spit...
there's nothin' worse than this, he said that i have no flow???
that's like Michael Jackson crackin' jokes about a broke nose...
i smoke foes, i'm methamphetamine, dope...
he spits barely green dro, i got a Ketamine flow...
i sever teams' throats, put an artist to shame...
i'll sharpen my blade, make it look like a shark in your waves...
i'm like a partner with AIDS, my verse'll shorten your life span...
i'll choke the fucking spirit from your flesh with my right hand...
so my fans can get a dose of this potent shit...
Trumpets, bump the verses up, let's get voting over with...
SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS:
Don’t play ya self on this forum son
Ya shit gets no love cuz it’s boredom you spitting/
Saying you “throw caution to the wind when I’m spittin' at fans”
How about cha shitting ya pants cuz you ain’t got no fans/
Ya raps are so wack you can’t even ghost write right
Saying you coming wit heat, son ya shit is beat like ya meat/
Ya girl walked up to me and said “Sheep sweep me off my feet,
Cuz daliff ain’t got no life he just masturbates all the time”/
Even when I rhyme I crack more domes than you got poems
I can write cha life away with just on stroke of the pen/
End cha reign wit one swipe of my eraser as you facing ya fate
Get cha self erased off of cyberspace thinking he so great/
I mean son when you was birthed onto this earth
You sound country and ain’t even made it past the third grade you pathetic donkey/
Watch me trim ya fade and leave you decapitated in the process
After I leave you nauseated from the chaos I made cha throw up on ya
keyboard shorting it out
so badly you couldn’t even respond properly/
Man shit is like monopoly ya choreographed crap
Can go suck a dick cuz you ain’t even nice wit it/
Cuz you can’t even flip the script without
Biting your lips that’s why u typed the shit/
Here’s a tip get the best of Ras Kass and put the shit on
And replay “Nature of the Threat” and remind cha self
You’re a saltine cracker that’s finna get crumbled/
Race ain’t a factor homes it’s a fact your detractors forgot what matters
They ain’t even put cha on pause when you tried and rip the chaos/
I display odds wit simple lingo and more complex metaphors
That’s out witted the best wit the least amount of gimmicks/
You better refund cha rap card cuz ya can’t even rhyme hard accordingly/
Ya “Suddenly Susan” with an ego bruising
Losing is in the cards just not 4 me/
Ya speaking straight out blasphemy
Thinking you gonna out rap me/
It’s an impossible mission to keep spitting against a “demon”
While you steady scheming trying to jump me like checkers
I stay studying ya every move like chess/
What a mess the whole forum just peeped under ya dress
Found out cha a trans-sexual mess wit nothing less/
Don’t come out the gate stumbling mumbling every line
My décor brings out every inch of ya spine and breaks it in half/
See ya last breath after I eat cha up like cannibals who eat they’re own flesh
Spare me the rest of the story thinking ya bulking up like Barry but cha notes
Ain’t even temping like Barry Gordy and the temptations ya trying to bring to the surface/
So don’t hope the lord’s flow is grown up
I always have my bars sewn up, it’s just not cha lucky day/
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