RapVerse.com Community - Salvation Eats Up Crook

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"The Murder Of A Muppet Baby"

This was for an audio tournament ...

... Peep The Lyrics:

LiStEn To ThE iNtRo cLoSeLy, sHe'S CaLLiNg HiM SoMeTHiNg He DoEsN'T LiKe tO aDMiT, FuCKiN' RaP - SiNGeRs .. AHaAhHAhaHHhahAHhaA

Verse 1:
Look at this Homo, Thinkin' he dope with a cold flow
Battle Sal? Have a better chance of winnin', with a no show
Getchya nose blowed, you sound congested and shit
Sayin' you aint wanna battle, I aint pressure you bitch
But you better fuckin' know that you'll take place in what you started
Eventhough you bout to trip up like vacations to the artic
See I'm crackin' your neck, yeah you been askin' for death
Critique your fuckin' audios? Ayo, they whack at their best
Claimin' you winnin the tourney, You talk a hell of a game
We'll see who gets the last laugh, When your crush your skeletal frame
And then you dead (dead) gone (gone) wrapped up in your pine box
Rhyme Hot? Nah, Yo, This back packer's a liein' cock
Babble, babble, yada, yada ... Runnin' ya mouth
Everybody watch close, See how I'm sonnin' 'em now
Stunnin' 'em now, Watch me as I'm runnin' 'em out
Of shit to say, Rap career'll start by plummetin' down
You whack dun, Honestly, this fem is a fruit loop
Who couldnt punch lines, If he boxed some men in a zoot suit
I'll bruise duke, listen make the instrumental stop
Cause Salvation verses Gonzo is like Eminem and Ja
One sided, I'll take the breath right from yah lungs
Quit talkin' shit, reside to simply bitin' your tongue
Now between you and I, your verses is simple
Lemme give it to the people, personal info
You claim you underground, But just look at your AIM, man
It's I B Ballin', duke ... I just shook up your game plan
In the game for 2 months, claimin' veteran and shit
But what's real sad, is you sing better then you spit
Now you ask me to collab, cuz you deserve the respect
But then you say if we collab, you're simply earnin' a rep
So whatchu sayin, dog? You sayin' you the baddest when you flow it?
Or are you sayin' you just wanna get on a track to get you noticed
Well, whatever man, You the whackest and you know it
I'ma fracture this opponent, you abandoned and you hopeless
Punk, fag ... You'll be 30, writin' battles on your lunch break
Tryna tackle with the biggest, merely playin' touch tag
I buck, bang ... Cemetery, buried and slain
Clearly you are maimed, for the fact that you barely could hang, Mutha Fucka

KEEP LISTENING....THERE IS 2 VERSES....

Verse 2:
Now you claimin' you raw, but your game is off
Sayin' you versatile as fuck, but you aint change at all
You'sa punk, you're time is fuckin' cost and due
I'd kick the chair out, 'fore I ever fuckin' lost to you
You'll get ass chumped, damn punk, it's over you bitch
You only made this far, cuz noone showed up to spit
In the first round, now it's fuckin' gassed your head
You're chapters up dog, get it right, you're ass is dead
You're the kid who try to rap, to just fit in the crowd
So you get up on the stage, and start by spittin' it loud
But you get laughed at, you get ransacked
Duke, you're past whack, And that's that
Get your ass capped? Nah, duke, fuck a trigger to squeeze
I'll murder this, fuckin' clown, with a figure of speech
I'ma slaughter and beat this bitch, dog is mistreated quick
Disowned from his family cuz his father caught him beatin' it
A bitch, this is kid is gay, with a cock in his ass
You crackin' up, huh? You the stock of the laugh
Just quit now, when you spit it, dont you mention the name
It's Sal-V, the kid who able to leave a dent in yah frame
And it's lie, if you can say that this whore isn't shook
Rap singer, stick to your fuckin' chorus and hooks
You're the next DayZ RaInZ, Know what dog? FUCK YOU
Don't ask for a collab ... Get off my nuts, duke
Fuck a beat, What's reasonable?
This cat is diein', his flows're broke
Put this whack to silence
Practice? Try It. You lack the science
To clash with vibrant phat and vibed spits
Hittin' harder then castin' iron
Gripped by angry wives, with cheatin' husbands
This fag's deprived, I'll claim the prize
You got bagged up rhymes, and your steez is nothin'

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