AIIGHT, HERES MY POST,I HADDA START OVER CAUSE MY COMP SHUT DOWN ON ME....


DIZZY D lucky that my rhyme just got accidently deleted, but fuck that not even Internet explorer errors can keep this cat from getting defeated//
your rhymes are so weak couldnt lift a 10 pound bar, fuck that... your so weak you couldnt toss a football 10 yards//
U Tie your 'fists to cement', so you can come with some 'hard hittin punches'/
I smell victory cuz the only 'sure'-thing under ya arms is
'crutches'/
Makin more blunders than retarded stuntmen, my 'drunken-style' leaves you sober, face down/
cant handle 'raps', arm fall'n off from me giving you this
'pound'/
you found the path of death, I shatter text with claws wrapped around this bastard's neck/
Silents attempts to surpass this vet, but I originated the style he
hasn't mastered yet...

Swiches stances...

I'm 'kickin' vicious shit so speak & you'll be shittin Timbs for weeks/
ya rhymes could use some definition so here's a list of synonyms for
"weak"/
Timid, slim, & beat; pathetic, ass, scrawny, tired, & hopeless/
ya mic's wires are frozen cuz ya lyrics is 'short on fire' like roaches/
be careful cuz death approaches, ya left lying in a hurse/
Leaving this Earth 'toe tagged' like playin hide n seek with a smerf/
Now the beast has emerged, teachin this herb to plot the blue print/
U must be a 'square', u and the winners circle are not congruent/
heres my 2 cents, you must be willing to die with your mind cluttered/
Work on text design fucker then develop some rhyme structure/
I leave spines ruptured, show you how i attack tracks and score fast/
call me a weatherman when i put your norm ass into four casts/
now that i've smoked more hash, i'm ready to rip kids into six bits/
you could drop your dim spits at a circus, and still couldn't come
in-tense(tents)/
i spin tricks with scorn and anger, while you leave'em suspense-less/
DEUSHY = "i see right through people!" i guess i got that sixth sense.....Peace