RapVerse.com Community - Fag Bashin Part 2 Izz Gets Hit Hard

With Lyrical.....Chaos I shoot verbal darts at this “cat”, stage em on a stretcher with a mass “heart-attack”/
Leave em seriously wounded with no “flash-back”, “concussion”, trying to be the illest of “rap”, kid shut ya “trap” and quit “bum-rushing”/
these lyrics are “crushing” ya brain “molecules”, lyrically “re-acting” to all your used up “ridicules”, for this match I hope ya “packing”/
easy “defeat”, keep my brain thinking in violent “per-haps”, talking bout (Fuck What IZZ say’s) “I got the illest raps”/
I leave ya chest “collapsed”, and ya head “bashed”, your whole computer “crashed”,
and your attempts to beat me “smashed”, rub ya face in the “grass”, and use your nose to wipe my “ass”/
this is the third “match”, I know you learn “fast”, with two “patched” up “eye’s” singing
“trash” like R-Kelly I believe I can “fly”, well ima make that path for you to the “sky”/
target this punchlines to ya “temple”, “die”, for “example” light you up and shoot you off
like a roman “candle”, 5 “shots”, your body found in total “dis-mantle”/
claiming “spots”, cloning “knots”, from his dome to yours in a matter of “seconds”, about
the average time I need on the mic to wreck “it”, respect “it”/
your flow scheme I dun “mastered”, in chao-tic “manner”, leaving global “disaster”, it’s
even checked on my weekly “planner”, and by the way watch ya “grammar”, cracking
down like the judge---wooden “hammer”/
Truncate your “position”, lyrically making a deeper “incision”, a bigger hole to “piss”- “n”
make your cold body temperature luke “warm”/
I’m massed like a “swarm” injecting the “sting”, should have known stepping in would
lead to a couple bruises before you left the “ring”, “Hard-core King”/...lol
you like what I “bring” to the “table”, a battle verse thats “stable”, and nicely “equipped”,
I call it a “gift”, that your soul I once again “lift”, battling with the “fifth”-”degree”, and
that comment when I get back ima battle “thee”?/
all you do is flatter “me”, cuz your the one walking out “limp-in”, told you once before my
battle career is just “beginning”/
cracking down with a verbal “Whipping”, pointing towards “Lyrical”, when cats see this
verse they be laughing “hysterical”/
these flows are a “mystical”, “direction”, of ill “wrecking”, and stop the verbal
“pre-guessing”, this is just the talent “blessing”, shaken up like home-made salad
“dressing”/
tired of hearing I’m the “best”- “n” from emcee’s like “you”, the kind that I symmetrically
split in “two”, and take on in large “groups”, and blow the coldness to lyrical’s chipped
“tooth’s”, just to irritate them exposed “roots”/