Originally Posted by Enygma

This dude ain't cool.....shit, I'll hide you in the flame
Couldn't capitolize in this battle...so he tried to in his name
This fag stays undercover....but he never tries though
Cause when he drops his shit....it's obviously 5-0
Your verse is like no more than a blur....ya stay hidin
And you're waiting for my reign....like hurricane Ivan
You're coming with open palms...while I got closed fists
You'll probably sleep on this battle to try and win by osmosis
Fuck this verse......I don't even got to seem tight
Cause I can come Lazy Boy....and you'll watch my feats rise

Originally Posted by Enygma

Begging for a battle......I'm not impressed wit y'all
His name is a smeared image....that just says it all
He's trying to start a fire but I'm torching this twig
I'll have him disappearing....even more than his sig
Can't spit no live shit....so I had him just drop dead
Reason for his loss....

Your biggest accomplishment should be showing up tonight
Biggest rider on the site....cause he ain't old enough to drive
My rhymes kick ass...you're just used to some ass kickins
Go back to battling pussies...oh I forgot, he asked Kitten

Originally Posted by Enygma

I'm on a bus headed south, head filled with lots of doubts
Why did I sign? Put my life on the line, freedoms forever renounced
Soon as I step off the bus, I bet I'll get rushed, I feel like garbage
Yellin in my face, tell me I'm a disgrace, they're Drill Sergeants
My arms are fallin off, wish I could call it off and get up
Then they say "On Your Backs" and we all get attacked wit lots of Sit Ups
First time I held my weapon I felt like wreckin a bunch of faces
The farthest targets weren't the hardest pretending they were in there places
They run me into the ground and tell me "Suck it up and drive on"
I can't stop, I'm brainwashed, they fucked it up my mind's gone
They're trainin me to be one of the world's deadliest weapons
Sex ain't far behind but death's whats on my mind every ten seconds
They teach me a trade and keepin me paid for peace of mind
I'm fucked jack, left wit a rucksack, everything else I leave behind
A trip to Germany for what feels like permanently I'll be gone
My heart is racing, start the pacing til I hear a calming song
I know I've made it, I hear the sound of cadance in the air
I've just realized that i had feared guys who just didn't care
After three years it's me up here givin out all the orders
A long way I made it won't deny I hate it but not more than the corners
Back in the day I'd have had my way and stuck it to you
Wanna pop in on us, I fix rocket launchers, what the fuck do you do?