I made a new thread cuz the ohter was was gettin messy

CRYPS VERSE:

After I win i'll move on to the next bitch to easily Drop them/
Ur like the Rockets wit out Steve Franchcise up against me, "Houston we have a problem"/

You small time, too small to match up against this Grandfather clock/
Too little to keep me out of your life, you gonna need a bigger size of Padlocks/

Be glad my fist rocks like crack in(n) my knuckles, it'll lay you out cold/
Shiverin from a hard effort like long days workin in rivers' to scout for gold/

Enough with this hoes spits & flows, U blow shit while Im focused/
U just a no-name who could noshow and have nobody even notice!/

You'll neva be able to spit, only recordings you done is for the piggys when you wired/
Pamper me cuz im shittin, Ur raps like wheels, they really Tired/........................

I'll demolish You cuzmy punches are weapons of mass destruction/
U can't come hard ur punches are like erectile disfunctions/

Ya lyrics and personals about CRYPT were all just Fables/
Your verse wasnt even Consistant i saw 1 good punch, The rest unstable Like 3 legged wooden Tables................!



UNTOLDS VERSE:

tell this kid that skulls are out of style/
especially ones who forshadow there death wit a smile//

we both new to this shit, but in weeks i'll be a vet/
while u'll still be under "new to rb" bathin in ya own sweat//

all by ya self abanoned by me and everyone else/
i dont even know y i'm battlin you, fuckin elf!//

you an elf cause i know you smaller than me/
cause nigga you peon gettin pee'd on//

i'm verbaly rapin you, wit high quality of skillz/
y dont u "OD" off of some caffine pillz//

no would eva miss u, especially not here/
so go join NAMBLA, where its ok for u to take in he rear//(NAMBLA=North American Man Boy Love Association)

i stilla int done movin in for the kill/
shit i barely got to watch the blood spill//

and if you do get away wit this win, it'll be through luck/
tryin to be hard, when the only hard thing you got is a dick in ya butt//

admit it to all of us and jus come out of the closet/
cause when you was wit jeff daumer, is when he got ur virginity, you lost it//

this shit aint evn about rappin, its about better disses/
i dont care if i lose this time cause this kids sendin me kisses//

what i'm goin off of now is a head ache and a shot of liquer/
butt-pirate, pork-plucker, and ass picker//

go get the enema befor you shit everywhere/
woops to late, now its in ya mans pubic hairs//