WEEK 1: Seak v. Da Robber
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right off the bat- I’mma hit a homer like Bonds does//
with a pitch driven home with “Insight” like Honda’s//
Da Robber callin me a hoe? I’m not belivin this kid//
To quote Tim- I’mma make him my bitch like Dvious did//
leavin ya wig, in two- make that fo’ pieces//
you could never get the upper “hand” on this “pros-thesis”//
hoe believe this- I’ve forgotten better rhymes than you jot down//
once I’m finished- to piss, this bitch’ll need to squat now//
fo real… he don’t grasp the gravity of the situation//
so he’ll… gasp when I savagely liquidate him//
inundate em- my current flow’s rapid//
an urgent deterrent to a robber- dog I’m like Cujo rabid//
step into my backyard- ya make a nice midnight snack//
grip ya hair- get to the root of my problems like where ya headlice nap//
ya neck might snap- a death sentence to annoy seak//
my “capital” punishment- change ya name to “I-DA-HO” like Boise//
with a pitch driven home with “Insight” like Honda’s//
Da Robber callin me a hoe? I’m not belivin this kid//
To quote Tim- I’mma make him my bitch like Dvious did//
leavin ya wig, in two- make that fo’ pieces//
you could never get the upper “hand” on this “pros-thesis”//
hoe believe this- I’ve forgotten better rhymes than you jot down//
once I’m finished- to piss, this bitch’ll need to squat now//
fo real… he don’t grasp the gravity of the situation//
so he’ll… gasp when I savagely liquidate him//
inundate em- my current flow’s rapid//
an urgent deterrent to a robber- dog I’m like Cujo rabid//
step into my backyard- ya make a nice midnight snack//
grip ya hair- get to the root of my problems like where ya headlice nap//
ya neck might snap- a death sentence to annoy seak//
my “capital” punishment- change ya name to “I-DA-HO” like Boise//
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The battle begins as I seek new sins/
Seak could'nt get down even if he didnt have any shins/
Check my words as they turn like a bullet spins/
In spiral circles as a pendulem swings/
Murder and torture are some of my favorite things/
Listen as your mother sings/
SOngs of deep regret at the loss of her son/
The Robber is the manical monster out to prove hes number one/
Many will mourn at the loss of seak/
From the lyrical slaying from the words the robber speak/
MY lyrics get cold as ya body starts to fold/
Under pressure Iam the best kept secret like porno's in ya dressa/
And after this I'll be on another endevor/
Cut ya life short with a lyrical retort when I pull the lever/
Never think that Seak could compete/
Kool-aid in ya tank they should call ya sweet/
Leave ya homless with ya fighting over rotted meat/
Defeat will come swift as I shoot the gift/
Ripped a rift while ya flipped the Script/
I'll open up ya lyrics like ya throat flip a qoute/
Leavin ya layin in vomit as ya blood starts to float/
To the surface from verses from this wordsmith/
Leave ya hangin like a convict from a rope/
laughin at the tragic dismemberment that happend/
Sit back and think while ya dreams go down like water in the sink/
Its The Robber I got ya lyrics locked up like prisoners in the clink/
Seak could'nt get down even if he didnt have any shins/
Check my words as they turn like a bullet spins/
In spiral circles as a pendulem swings/
Murder and torture are some of my favorite things/
Listen as your mother sings/
SOngs of deep regret at the loss of her son/
The Robber is the manical monster out to prove hes number one/
Many will mourn at the loss of seak/
From the lyrical slaying from the words the robber speak/
MY lyrics get cold as ya body starts to fold/
Under pressure Iam the best kept secret like porno's in ya dressa/
And after this I'll be on another endevor/
Cut ya life short with a lyrical retort when I pull the lever/
Never think that Seak could compete/
Kool-aid in ya tank they should call ya sweet/
Leave ya homless with ya fighting over rotted meat/
Defeat will come swift as I shoot the gift/
Ripped a rift while ya flipped the Script/
I'll open up ya lyrics like ya throat flip a qoute/
Leavin ya layin in vomit as ya blood starts to float/
To the surface from verses from this wordsmith/
Leave ya hangin like a convict from a rope/
laughin at the tragic dismemberment that happend/
Sit back and think while ya dreams go down like water in the sink/
Its The Robber I got ya lyrics locked up like prisoners in the clink/
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