Back from school...
...and stoned enough to do this right
I'm dressin black on the Eve of All Hallowz/
With my dick in ya lips, best believe the balls follow/
You chokin on my manhood, while yours is just questionable/
You might as well be Carrotz cuz i leave you like a vegetable/
Speak to you the thruth like a pope in a confessional/
Stealth passin through airlines, deadly and undetectable/
I cut you up like Oxy, fuckin line after line/
Time after time, so real my lines are a crime/
I clown you up like circus capers, light you up like papers/
With a sentence clear your senses, like a bottle of Vicks Vapors/
As i SCRAPE YA on the sidewalk, ERASE YA like some chalk/
I'm fuckin wit that ass so bad you find it hard to walk/
Broken body parts, an art, ain't tellin where they'll find you/
Don't fuck yaself with Stealth, cuz masturbation's sure to blind you/
I wind you, a lil' bitch, jack-off-in-a-box/
ANd I oughta be KNOWN as BONE with how i make that Body Rott/
My shotty's hot and i ain't shot it yet, its just anticipation/
While all this time you waitin for a verbal laceration/
I only call myself a god cuz i don't know no higher power/
The rhymes i spit are hot like a just ate a fire flower/
Smurf ain't yellin "finish him!", he's laughin "Stealth, u diminished him"/
I burn and smoke ya ass like i'm some stoner on a SPINACH BINGE/
Lyrical blast, shot from my 'talk-glock'...go pop/
Cuz simply stated: You more of a bitch than a cop/
So stop and get dropped, like a ball i make you fumble/
Its a rumble in the jungle, toung is stung, you start to bumble/
Words are jumbled as you stumble and u don't know what to say/
Except that you're the reason that your girlfriend just turned gay/
I'm speakin wicked words, I place first, second, and third/
And the only thing you heard is "But ya mouth up on the curb!"/
While i'm stompin ya gut you fell my Tim's up on ya face/
And your jaw is wired shut cuz you just didn't know ya place...
...and stoned enough to do this right
I'm dressin black on the Eve of All Hallowz/
With my dick in ya lips, best believe the balls follow/
You chokin on my manhood, while yours is just questionable/
You might as well be Carrotz cuz i leave you like a vegetable/
Speak to you the thruth like a pope in a confessional/
Stealth passin through airlines, deadly and undetectable/
I cut you up like Oxy, fuckin line after line/
Time after time, so real my lines are a crime/
I clown you up like circus capers, light you up like papers/
With a sentence clear your senses, like a bottle of Vicks Vapors/
As i SCRAPE YA on the sidewalk, ERASE YA like some chalk/
I'm fuckin wit that ass so bad you find it hard to walk/
Broken body parts, an art, ain't tellin where they'll find you/
Don't fuck yaself with Stealth, cuz masturbation's sure to blind you/
I wind you, a lil' bitch, jack-off-in-a-box/
ANd I oughta be KNOWN as BONE with how i make that Body Rott/
My shotty's hot and i ain't shot it yet, its just anticipation/
While all this time you waitin for a verbal laceration/
I only call myself a god cuz i don't know no higher power/
The rhymes i spit are hot like a just ate a fire flower/
Smurf ain't yellin "finish him!", he's laughin "Stealth, u diminished him"/
I burn and smoke ya ass like i'm some stoner on a SPINACH BINGE/
Lyrical blast, shot from my 'talk-glock'...go pop/
Cuz simply stated: You more of a bitch than a cop/
So stop and get dropped, like a ball i make you fumble/
Its a rumble in the jungle, toung is stung, you start to bumble/
Words are jumbled as you stumble and u don't know what to say/
Except that you're the reason that your girlfriend just turned gay/
I'm speakin wicked words, I place first, second, and third/
And the only thing you heard is "But ya mouth up on the curb!"/
While i'm stompin ya gut you fell my Tim's up on ya face/
And your jaw is wired shut cuz you just didn't know ya place...
"Words are jumbled as you stumble and u don't know what to say/
Except that you're the reason that your girlfriend just turned gay/
I'm speakin wicked words, I place first, second, and third/
And the only thing you heard is "But ya mouth up on the curb!"/ " <--------- That wasnt right. lmmfao. Dayum.
lol. thats what ya get for writin blazed. flow was tight.. seemed to break up in certain areas.. but all around good content, wordplay, and structure.
Except that you're the reason that your girlfriend just turned gay/
I'm speakin wicked words, I place first, second, and third/
And the only thing you heard is "But ya mouth up on the curb!"/ " <--------- That wasnt right. lmmfao. Dayum.
lol. thats what ya get for writin blazed. flow was tight.. seemed to break up in certain areas.. but all around good content, wordplay, and structure.
yup exactly. speaking of Jef and Anibus. It was a similar situation in the first tourney you ran.. in fact, siccness' first real tourney ever. Anibus neva showed up then you gave me Jef.. damn you. lmao. Still took him, but damn.. what a way to set a guy up in the first round. I was figuring you hated me.
btw, you could've taken any of the above. just would've had to get in seek & destroy mode. I'm still strugglin to get that back here. Havent really done any battles here since late 2000.
btw, you could've taken any of the above. just would've had to get in seek & destroy mode. I'm still strugglin to get that back here. Havent really done any battles here since late 2000.
Bout ta' bury you in fieces and greases,//
vision poppin' out in 3D sieges,//
expressin' myself in legions,//
and you preaches.//
With your quarter ass spittin' rhymes,//
Another quarter tellin' lies,//
Your last half,//
is half ass,//
with no direction of mind.//
Bitch all you did was recycle my flow.//
Guess that means you think you cold.//
But bitin's the easiest way to go.//
I'll eat your flow up like steak meat.//
And I ain't raisin' hell, cuz hell raised me.//
Call me Cujo with turret, manic and rabies.//
Stealin' clips from American History X.//
That's weak racist shit,//
but I get like JASON X,//
flawsin' metal skin, instead of flesh.//
Oh well.... I didn't like this flow too much, but I don't want to hold the tourney up...
vision poppin' out in 3D sieges,//
expressin' myself in legions,//
and you preaches.//
With your quarter ass spittin' rhymes,//
Another quarter tellin' lies,//
Your last half,//
is half ass,//
with no direction of mind.//
Bitch all you did was recycle my flow.//
Guess that means you think you cold.//
But bitin's the easiest way to go.//
I'll eat your flow up like steak meat.//
And I ain't raisin' hell, cuz hell raised me.//
Call me Cujo with turret, manic and rabies.//
Stealin' clips from American History X.//
That's weak racist shit,//
but I get like JASON X,//
flawsin' metal skin, instead of flesh.//
Oh well.... I didn't like this flow too much, but I don't want to hold the tourney up...