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BANNED For Being A Dick
From: From Your BackYard Bitch |
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Vision's Of War
IP:
Nykon's Vision of Verbal Warfare...Tha only way you’d make an ill verse, is if ya made ya text-cough/
I’m bombin’ this Fucka..pickin’ up where Jesus left-off/
This *King* of tha *board’s* rippin’ out ya ribs, makin’ ya *chest*-soft/
Recycled your over *used* bars , at your computer learn to keep ya legs-crossed//
Put a nine upside down towards your forehead, now you think you worship-tha-devil/
Dumb Fucka, I”ll really touch ya mind, with a sword-in-your-temple/
Our Score-is-settled before your caution tempeture turns to a warmer-level/
Only way you could land a solid punch, is with a fist formed-with-metal//
Bring your so called army son, I’ll bloody-ya-troops/
Outsmarted you in this match, I studied-ya-roots
Steppin’ up to shoot in a dirty fatigue, you need to uncover-your-boots/
Another victory I take.........for you it’ll be another re-coop//
I’m finishing you before you can start, playing this games-ender/
Spitting fire at your face, furious flame-setter/
Barbacue Warz spine, and devour his mind.,it’s funny how his Brain’s-tender/
I’m sicker then sending Anthrax in a “Praise the Lord” chain-letter//
Time to take a seat son, I’m the one now teachin’-tha-lessons/
Feel sorry for this *poor* cat, cuz’ I’m beatin’-him-*senseless*/
In this battle even if you come *straight* at me, your leavin’-*dyslexic*/
Might as well turn ya head around, either way your not seein’-Kinetic//
To remember my name, I’ll drop you, instead-of-clue/
Fuck this member-of-FU, I’m collecting on this vendetta-with-you/
Claim you got weapons, but out tha mouth is tha only time you ever-will-shoot/
Kin, on tha other hand, will put holes down ya center, so you resemble-a-flute//
Your gettin’ clowned now that you can’t hold your own weight-kid
What’s ya record? 7-1...still that’s eight verses over-rated/
Am I bringin’ ya ego down?....shit.juz go-inflate-it/
Reached into a trashcan, pulled out ya flow-and-ate-it//
You spit way too cocky, or maybe that’s just tha dicks attatched-in-ya-throat/
Warz dream of bein’ league champ got shattered, like glass-when-it-broke/
Two losses in a row, that’s a *stinky spell*, might as well get a *staff-and-a-skunk*/
So many direct hits, game’s over.........battleship-sunk//
You couldn’t retaliate with animal instincts with your head-wrapped-in-fur/
dead last, your *ahead* of nothin when battlin’ this *neck*-scavenger/
My verse walks all over yours, just call me tha text-balancer/
Nykon's vision of War isn’t *fair*......aw well.....bring on tha next-challanger//
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