KnightShade :
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Russian mafia, my niggas you Plain Herbs, so stop it,
lyrically, i dont need to be "R. Kelly" to "rape" these bitches,
call Knightshade a "casino" the way that i "stack chips",
last time i checked, "garbage" doesnt rhyme with "capped shit",
when i throttle-there-ass, leave them bottled-and-bashed,
i dont need to spit to the mic, i'll spit to your faces,
God's dis-ownin you dawgs, you 3 are fuckin disgraces,
"no my children, you won't do, you're getting replaced",
now even Jesus is on the edge of his seat with a fuckin grin on his face,(haha)
get outta my face, now the crowd couldnt be hyper,
dawgs look, im throwin more "direct shots" than the DC Sniper,
Straight Fire Production's Dangerous MC's, you cant fuck with the Roster,
i got shells for these kids, and i dont give a fuck if you dont like my styles,
how dare you say The Production's have no balls...
when i "slap shots" like "Lindros", im "movin" these murdered bodies like "UHauls",
pull out the lyrical nine *clap-clap* you 3 are done,
you say your gangsta's, but the only time ya "lick shots" is when my "glock" on ya "tongues",
your in the jungle, you should know not to play with these beasts,
they say our rhymes are food for thought, well lets give these fags a feast,
see we've studied ya moves, now we know ya flows backwards,
and GOD it seems the best way to BODY you is by your own tactics,
so im using you against you, makin sure your confidence is depleted,
children our flows is straight flaahless,now your Mafia's defeated,
and aint gonna be no quotin biblical scriptures,
cuz God-kids like a fat bitch in tight pants, it aint hard to rip ya...
i just merked you 3 for good, no more poppin shit,
April 10th, 2003, the day of The Russian Mafia's Apocolypse...
Avalon:
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Hum... I guess I might just have to try eh..? Let me uh... MERK YOU FUCKS...
last battle Bad grammar... no punches... & I was over u then
slap the Fuck outta u kids, make ya'll virgins all over again...
I'm about to Cane your ass and be a Meance to your Health
Ya'll gone in 60 seconds... leave ya'll a Minute to Yaself...
Carne-vours suck meat now, you’re way past your prime
live in the past, writin verses with the hands of time...
you dope...? you snort..? Son you’re not livin the realness
cuz last time I checked, Mul’s all about riddin the illness...
this kid’s a closet case... when will this ploy end?
you are a crazy fucker Mul... but that’s only with ya boyfriend...
after I beat Dizz again, I’ll leave this liar alone
Yes there's room for improvement... in retirement homes...
to win you better hope we stop... drop and bow out
we roastin these cats like supper in chinese houses...
get smoked, it's clear, u shook cuz my text's vicious
Av's a penny fountain... I disappointed ya'll well wishers...
Ya scared to type and rightfully so, i've ate clowns wit words
mistakin me for good voters, the way i broke down ya verse...
I shatter fleas... better off to not battle me dog
we're not in the same boat, sent Carn paddle free down waterfalls...
you work good wit ya hands...Av stressed you before
cuz joking... I pulled ur finger...couldnt have sex anymore...
this roasting is fine...im here for the title...your not stoppin me kids
when my attitudes bigger than the one hes cockblockin me with...
so stop rockin it DIZZ!... cock back & send three to ya dome too
but its fuckin sad... when your the weakest fag in your own crew...
told him this time... we're not playing, im folding his spine
plus my foot and his ass connect more than all of his lines...
remain quiet... while Av see the win n' start toasting
so garbage the site didn't even THANK YOU for posting...
The Specialist:
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Russian Mafia...Bitches Please...Just Anotha Blaze Session...
TS Left You Writtin Ya Rhymes On Ya Dick, Strokin It, Just To See Ya Spit Grow,
Dried Ya Flow, Cause Ya Shit Full Of More Disappearing Acts Than Evaporating H2O,
Show This Site How To Ignite, Damn Right, Cause When The Productions Blow, We Keep Shit On Lock,
While The Mafia Couldn't Pass The Test Like Dumb Jocks, Left Their Heads Saggin Worst Than Havin No Elastic In Ya Socks
You Can't Best This Kid, TS Is Well Connected, Spit With Massive Amounts Of Wind As If We Had A Third Lung,
Hung Ya Style, Spit At Ya Shit And Blazed It, As If The Devil Was Loungin On Our Tonguez
Dumb MuthaFukas, You Got Ya Fingerz On The Trigga, Whas Wrong???Can't Pull It???You Tossin Us Bullets, Claimin You Throwin Heat???
Slam Ya Speach Like Wrestling Techniques, Wire Ya Teeth And Leave You Talkin With Ya Hands Like When Def People Speak...
To Each, His Own, Pressure Bust Pipes So The Productions Keep Plumbers Employed,
Russ-ain (Rushed In) This Mafia An Made Em Lose Their Poise, Made It Painful For Em To Drop Shit As If They Had Hymroids
TS Is Highly Hostile, Got You Takin More Shots Than Allen Iv At A Gun Range,
Spit At Ya Brain, And Left You With Thoughts Of Bittin My Shit As If Ya Lips And AssHole Were ReArranged,
Tell You Plain, And Simple, Ya Crew Just Got Violated Worst Than Rape Victums
Blazed Em As If Fire Slept With Em, Cause Ya Rhymes Couldn't Shed Light Even If They Were OutLined By Stars In The Solar System...
This Blaze Session Has Been Brought To You By The Productions...Need I Say More???...