I battled some (gay) kid on another place... not even a rap forum.
He thinks he beat me... what do you think?


My verse-

Bitch, your burial is the only way you'll make it underground
X2daJ drops knowledge like a shootout in the teachers lounge!

I'll leave you scared shitless like constipated people in house of horrors
You coming to this battle in a cab, but you're being picked up by the coroner

I blaze fuckin illness, like setting mating lepers on fire
Think you're a rapper? Give up, faggot, pimp needs your whore ass for hire.

I'll still be looking down on you if you severed me from the knees
I'm still gonna beat you worse then you beat mens meat

-reload... changing styles-

You're best to get shot, you like sex with a jock
you can't handle emcees, you're more adept with a cock

Master of rhymes, don't grab for the nine
Like watches running out of batteries, it's the end of your time

-reload... switching styles again-

Even if you were wearing twenty ton boots, your raps could never stomp this
Your rhymes couldn't strike-a-ccord if you were crashing hondas!

You have delusions of winning... you take a cock and you bite it...
I'll have you crashing in hell like satanic kamakaze pilots!!

You aint bringin nothing, X2daJ brings it raw
The only place you chillin is in a shelf in the morgue!

What I do, produce irony when I commit cold hard murda
Cuz it's all stone cold raw killin when I burn ya

Got a thousand groupies, contruing how to screw me
Bitch, hit me with a missile, you still can't move me!

You have no strength, you couldn't cap me if you was selling fitteds
Fuckoutta this shit for your own sake, this is a man's game, aint safe for children

Your rhymes cause death... people shoot themself instead of listening
My flows are the hottest, I leave the lead on pencils sizzling

- got the shovel ready for your burial-

Aint no dicks you can suck on to slide your way outta this altrication
meditation, to block out the pain and medication, you gonna be a hospital patient

Tear your leg off and stick it down ya throat... put ya foot in ya mouth, bitch
No one's gonna be able to support you, like throwing John Goodman in a mosh pit

A verbal raping in place, clean your mouth from blood and sperm, fool
You will die a hundred blazing deaths when J burns you

Broken to pieces. half deceased... you'll be breathing through a tube
Pump you with a pound of morphine, you'll get beaten without a clue

-pisses on the ashes and walks away-

his verse-

Enough Of This Whining – I Know That I’m On Your Shitlist/
But I’ll Make You Feel My Presence(presents) Like Blind Kids On Christmas/

All This Kid Does Is Sit At Home And Proclaims To Be The Greatest/
You Couldn’t Be Fresh If Your Site Automatically Refreshed Pages/

Lazy Fuck – Get Up And Go Outside/
With A Flat Screen Attached To Your Chest So You Can Walk While You Type/

The Pizza Man Comes And You Don’t Even Pay Him Now/
You Just Let Him Withdraw Direct Out Of Your Bank Account/

Sitting On Your Ass Is Your Choice Of Hobby/
Gotta Take Viagra These Days – Cuz He Cant Feel His Lower Body/

All This Internet Porn Is Makin’ Him Horny/
They Just Need To Make A Site That Does The Masterbatin’ For Him!!! /

You’re A Faggot Freak Wait Up Hater/
I’ll Smack Your face And Toss You Off A Bulding, And If You’re Lucky I’ll Catch You Later!! /

Don’t Proclaim To Be Nice Cuz Gizzle Will Hurt You/
This Head Is Kind Of Fruity Like A Gusher’s Commercial!! /

Nothing About Your Overall Style Is Polished /
My Job Is To Make A Fool Out Of You Like Fast Food College /

Stay Posing As A Gangster Flipping The Bird/
But When It Comes To Rap You Got No Lines Like Streets In The Suburbs!!! /

I Remain A Wicked Offender/
You’re So Pussy You Wouldn’t Even Give A Blind Person The Finger!! /

And How Could I Forget – Beats You Don’t Murder/
You’re So Offbeat I Thought You Had A Heart Murmur!! /