Week 2... Juan v. Furio
- Thread starter MrDontGIVEaFUCK
- Start date
yo
yo i'll spit first
i wasnt here last week cuz i had no internet
im bout to slap u up like a double d brunette
dont sweat
this match is already preset
im gonna win and u gonna read about it in the mourning gazette
shit, wanna bet?
battling me is something you'll regret
here i come ready or not
lets go see what ya got
im gonna take my dick and put it in your ass slot
ppl look at ur rhymes and demand a boycott
u get pumped full buckshot,
when u mess with this caucasian asian
i have no problems with leaving abrasions
im bigger than satan
i wanna win quickly, dont leave me waitin
thats all im statin
i cant believe im facin juan million
hes probly hittin me back with a pre-written
i dont like facing him, not even a smidgen
im royal like them cats in great britain
he dont deserve to face a tru king
u all know he gets down on his knee, to kiss my pinkie ring
cut ur fuckin throat and hear u gurgling
if i see blood i start purging
i know god sees me murdering
but i dont think god would care
cuz juan isnt goin to the air up there
u know the devil has u in his crosshair
i know that i won, but juan is unaware
ok i would like to say, dont judge the man who wrote it, judge the work he has done. i know i talk shit, but i dont mean it!! its just fun. so give me a fair vote. thanks. remember its all love in this game.
yo i'll spit first
i wasnt here last week cuz i had no internet
im bout to slap u up like a double d brunette
dont sweat
this match is already preset
im gonna win and u gonna read about it in the mourning gazette
shit, wanna bet?
battling me is something you'll regret
here i come ready or not
lets go see what ya got
im gonna take my dick and put it in your ass slot
ppl look at ur rhymes and demand a boycott
u get pumped full buckshot,
when u mess with this caucasian asian
i have no problems with leaving abrasions
im bigger than satan
i wanna win quickly, dont leave me waitin
thats all im statin
i cant believe im facin juan million
hes probly hittin me back with a pre-written
i dont like facing him, not even a smidgen
im royal like them cats in great britain
he dont deserve to face a tru king
u all know he gets down on his knee, to kiss my pinkie ring
cut ur fuckin throat and hear u gurgling
if i see blood i start purging
i know god sees me murdering
but i dont think god would care
cuz juan isnt goin to the air up there
u know the devil has u in his crosshair
i know that i won, but juan is unaware
ok i would like to say, dont judge the man who wrote it, judge the work he has done. i know i talk shit, but i dont mean it!! its just fun. so give me a fair vote. thanks. remember its all love in this game.
Abstrakt flows always known to leave suckas intimidated/
Integrated with Furio's weak blows, who would wanna imitate him?/
Not even a blatant instigation, could make him bring out his best fight/
Recitin dr. seuss's rhymes eventhough their protected by copyright/
Thought we might not notice that you have no lyrical skill?/
It doesn't matter, I still lyrically kill any time I lyrically feel/
The lyrical need to lyrically spill ya brains out on the concrete/
You get pounded like raw meat for steppin out on Juan's street/
Beyond heat, the flames I spit be leavin me with chapped lip/
Grasp this, you couldn't tear me even if I was half ripped/
You only half clipped, while I spit fully loaded rhymes at ya cartlidge/
Ya wanted to start it, so I'ma end it and send ya back wit a loss of yardage/
Equipped wit hard hits, no doubt ya startin to feel offended/
Cause I'm sendin to bite the dust, all those who try defendin/
Endin your beginnin even before ya begin to get started/
Let's all bow are heads one moment for Furio the quickly departed/
Snap, kick, goal....
and that's game.
Integrated with Furio's weak blows, who would wanna imitate him?/
Not even a blatant instigation, could make him bring out his best fight/
Recitin dr. seuss's rhymes eventhough their protected by copyright/
Thought we might not notice that you have no lyrical skill?/
It doesn't matter, I still lyrically kill any time I lyrically feel/
The lyrical need to lyrically spill ya brains out on the concrete/
You get pounded like raw meat for steppin out on Juan's street/
Beyond heat, the flames I spit be leavin me with chapped lip/
Grasp this, you couldn't tear me even if I was half ripped/
You only half clipped, while I spit fully loaded rhymes at ya cartlidge/
Ya wanted to start it, so I'ma end it and send ya back wit a loss of yardage/
Equipped wit hard hits, no doubt ya startin to feel offended/
Cause I'm sendin to bite the dust, all those who try defendin/
Endin your beginnin even before ya begin to get started/
Let's all bow are heads one moment for Furio the quickly departed/
Snap, kick, goal....
and that's game.
