....Cel-c-us vs Mz. Dé-Lüsîønal?....
haha iigh... ay'o, check it...
this wack-EmCee got forced to a vain-of-pleads, screamin painfully- that'll have the whole crowd yellin' holy-shit like usin' rosaries for anal-beads//~1
im blastin scripts that'll slash your arms and wrists- leavin you shakin an prayin like a pastor with parkinsons//~2
Cel-c-us your tied-inside, smooshed like a panacake- gettin laughed at by the two-inch-rise in your-boxers//~3
i'll teach you a crack-up, back-up homie before my slugs leave you clapped-up//~4
accept it, your ass is afraid-of-a-fude, for fear that you might get discovered, covered in a body-bag left to be identified by your-mother//~5
this rhyme? you'll never-forget like pot-heads missing a-'blut'-or-two, damn- you couldn't stad-up-to-me even if i was sitting-infront-of-you!//~6
Cel-c-us is used to being flashed-by-fags, never flashed-by-mags, its always broke bitches writen checks they asses-cant-cash//~7
fucc it..im leavin your ass-smashed, stashed in Glad-bag trash bags, head bashed like you forgot to wear your seat-belt in a fatal-car-crash//~8
WHAT? even Tech N9ne knows bitch-your-shook, you couldn't get it Hot-in-Herre even if Nelly-did-your-hooks!//~9
im so-hood, its un-believable, un-conceivable, raps aimed to make this un-edable, an your mission to beat me is titled un-acheivable//~10
im gonna to show you how to do-this-son, either use-your-gun or lose-a-lung cause with your wack-flows im tempted to remove-your-tounge!//~11
just face it cause your a discrase-bitch, im too sick- i'll vomit-in-your-mouth so that you can taste-the-sickness!//~12
your just a candy-EmCee with arrogance as a shell- infact you ride Eminem's blatant style in hopes to prevail in gettin signed an recevin sales//~13
im pure-horror, ten-times the evil of any demon in the pits of hell, throwin' venom-tipped needles into the eyelids of truth just to pin-point the fact that as an EmCee... im ten-times-that-of-you!//~14
Cel-c-us you-aint-gangsta, you can't-spit- so how you expectin to swallow me whole? Mz. Dé-Lüsîønal's rhymin faster makin your dream that-much-harder-to-fallow...
alright that's all ima spit for now playa.. it's your turn, good luck~!!
`duCe`
haha iigh... ay'o, check it...
this wack-EmCee got forced to a vain-of-pleads, screamin painfully- that'll have the whole crowd yellin' holy-shit like usin' rosaries for anal-beads//~1
im blastin scripts that'll slash your arms and wrists- leavin you shakin an prayin like a pastor with parkinsons//~2
Cel-c-us your tied-inside, smooshed like a panacake- gettin laughed at by the two-inch-rise in your-boxers//~3
i'll teach you a crack-up, back-up homie before my slugs leave you clapped-up//~4
accept it, your ass is afraid-of-a-fude, for fear that you might get discovered, covered in a body-bag left to be identified by your-mother//~5
this rhyme? you'll never-forget like pot-heads missing a-'blut'-or-two, damn- you couldn't stad-up-to-me even if i was sitting-infront-of-you!//~6
Cel-c-us is used to being flashed-by-fags, never flashed-by-mags, its always broke bitches writen checks they asses-cant-cash//~7
fucc it..im leavin your ass-smashed, stashed in Glad-bag trash bags, head bashed like you forgot to wear your seat-belt in a fatal-car-crash//~8
WHAT? even Tech N9ne knows bitch-your-shook, you couldn't get it Hot-in-Herre even if Nelly-did-your-hooks!//~9
im so-hood, its un-believable, un-conceivable, raps aimed to make this un-edable, an your mission to beat me is titled un-acheivable//~10
im gonna to show you how to do-this-son, either use-your-gun or lose-a-lung cause with your wack-flows im tempted to remove-your-tounge!//~11
just face it cause your a discrase-bitch, im too sick- i'll vomit-in-your-mouth so that you can taste-the-sickness!//~12
your just a candy-EmCee with arrogance as a shell- infact you ride Eminem's blatant style in hopes to prevail in gettin signed an recevin sales//~13
im pure-horror, ten-times the evil of any demon in the pits of hell, throwin' venom-tipped needles into the eyelids of truth just to pin-point the fact that as an EmCee... im ten-times-that-of-you!//~14
Cel-c-us you-aint-gangsta, you can't-spit- so how you expectin to swallow me whole? Mz. Dé-Lüsîønal's rhymin faster makin your dream that-much-harder-to-fallow...
alright that's all ima spit for now playa.. it's your turn, good luck~!!
`duCe`
