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09-06-03, 04:18 PM | #1 |
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Kew ill v.s ILLunatic *Hardcore*
IP: 747E A281
Hardcore Battle
So Theres No Bar Limit, You can Get Your Buddies To Help You Win For Example you Can Get a Friend To Write a Verse Dissing Your Opponent And You Post it With Yours Go Ahead And Drop Kid
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09-06-03, 05:00 PM | #2 | |
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Words crash the first lash until my thirst past//
use complicated nerd math and deliver you nerve gas// first ask if yer ass is up for the worst task// in hopes to surpass me, jerk you'll get merked fast// then purposely send an epidurmal lift surge blast// drag you on the floor light matches and squirt gas// spine curves past the natural place till its hurts as// your flirt deserted, came back and gave you your third rash// an earth crash My Gerth! But is this all really worth cash// reverse mass you'll resemble permafried burnt ash// the world turns fast spin you off of the search path// when the cops come and look all they find is your shirt tags// and dirt rats picking bones cleaning your rib cage// if your bitch-made brigade makes a move they'll all get sprayed// i spit blades at **~SynText~** , leave each and every Scar Mergin// then shoot'em with Darts laced with SARS, the Mars Version// I leave you where you not belong// head dump,body chump,tie off your tongue// lung boiled,make your spinal cord became rope// you can't defeat me jack ass you only have hope// I'll leave in your vest more "buck shots" than millwaukee// got your body tatooed with scars,my bullets make surgery// kew've been in hell,visit the depht part of death// peep my rhymes like satan on my right God at my left// I'm a modern' nigga,I don't hustle, I got tax from the hood I manage// I already mudered this game// resurect it with the power of my name// same old same,my rhymes got you going insane// like heavy bricks,on every chips,your house cost my chain// what,nigga still bearing grudge// my lawyer's burning the court still,I mudered the judge// my aim is steady,one shot,you won't budge// stretch tires,tires screeling,I'm up in a dodge// I help the street,it ain't help me// I blaze the beats,it ain't blaze me// I'm an old G,blasting plastic G,I'm the old me// reinveted, remixed,with a new me// like a ice hockey player I'mma break your rib// you still running your mouth,t'night,I'mma burn your crib// leave you in the burnt,messed up your seed// riding your hearse,on your funeral,I'mma smoke weed// I don't care if it's haze, purple or blue// I'mma smoke as long as I know it's you // D's dropped two bricks on my arms,but my aim remained steady// I Move faster than Neo,for my rhymes ain't no gravity// I hit you with lyrical sword at the speed light// think you're fighting me,instead you got my shadow fight// Like hitler's troop,with gloves and boots,searching MC's at sight// got burned on third degree,can't come close to me like a comet firelight// I'm your nightmare call me Freddie,your torturer call me jason// bring them two,in one fight,mudered you then turn my face to godson// on my throne,out of your zone,with two glocks chrome,I'm home// My lyrics are like, nuclear strikes,think back,My lyrics destroyed Gomor and Sodom// can't fuck wit me,I bear 21 corns under my heavy weight belt-//(corns=years) with a tag "made in Gay country"I got you and your verse melt// my rhymes strike you like you got hit by a train's face// so fast no blood trace,no body found but your shoe lace// my verse bear two edges,endless make you look like calibus// illunatic aka "anus" got out from a donkey anal,not a puss// you're droping garbage,got your ass mortgage for your each verse// got raped 12 times,suck dicks 20 times + 1,not close to be my inverse// my bullets made you metal surgery,your hot lines I shit on'em turned'em all corny// not close to be my inverse,caught your rhymes giving mines head like lewinsky// your verse remind me of me rhyming on my 1st grade// I dead saw you in the brazilian lesbian parade// yo illunatic fear berreta,my aim remain damn steady// I'm the wave you're the surfer stop riding my flow,or get burry// blurry,how you lost your memory,you're strapped,clapped// I popped nine above your head,swiming on your red,veins like subway map// I'm ahead of my time shoot faster than billy the kid// burnt turned your crib,seed fall off,my punchlines broke your rib// |
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09-06-03, 09:08 PM | #3 |
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i spit blades at **~SynText~** , leave each and every Scar Mergin//
That Lines Is Obviously Bittin, Since You Not Battlin **~Syntext~**
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09-06-03, 09:19 PM | #4 |
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I don't care if it's haze, purple or blue//
BITTIN FOR SURE, I Talked To Ambiguous and he said it bittin and kew ill bout ta be banned
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