Dominate
aka I'm_Pissed
Posted on RW, IHH, HF, Netcees |
Old NC
vs E.R. & Tyler Durden
votes for me will be plentiful, y'all are the stupidest queers votes for you will be Few Tyle... worse than e.r.'s attempt at a music career I see you posting songs dawg, you got nothin that's hot You oughta Put A Sock In It... <-- Durden's advice for stuffing his crotch your last track got NO response, stop bumping ya wares up you know you dropping wack when PJK's got more Buzz for a Haircut Votes for y'all are Jokes or DR... I accept it'll vary but saying u won is Pulling ur leg, or some appendage in that general area I've been here one minute and already known to drop lethal U still Chasing a Big Rep Tyle... & looking dumber than folks on Swamp People vs Unfaded Yo we both did longbar, & I admit I wrote some shit that’s great for a laugh But where I washed my hands of it You had to scrub yours red raw then soak them in acid for a day and a half You take the cake for retarded flips son, they always underlie ya texting whims Forced wordplay’s a vehicle for your style... which is otherwise pedestrian & you were always in my shadow, I don’t recall you’d ever bring the heat You being ill was just fiddlesticks - same type you used to play second string to me On my nuts sending me fan mail, this distinction’s what you need to check; Ur letters were something I’d redirect, my every word was something you’d read erect You were the type to cut my photo out, take one of ur pictures & Glue Me next to you Pasting my face over your father’s... which ironically looked Gloomy next to you Son you goofy, I wanna see less of you. I don’t see a way to get past that I Promise Flames with my verses, yours Assure Fire way to get laughed at & yo, I went toe to toe with him. The punches I landed had the ref excited While this queen’s Soared over my shoulders so much I figured I was getting knighted Dominate the one they nominate when they see this fuckers not breathing then I’ll have the votes at Dom 7 & Un Zip quicker than his boyfriend does upon seeing him vs John Dillinger I don’t care if you’re teenage. I don’t make allowances clowning on geeks & if ur mom catches you on Netcees you won’t receive an Allowance for weeks My real opponent dipped. You shouldn’t even be on the battle card only here for something Sound Turned Down & it speaks Volumes on how wack u are 3000 posts & haven’t champed shit. That makes you a chump in my eyes - I got you Pegged as a loser... & this the hundredth time u been Hung Out To Dry The deadline got pushed back... so what... you still gonna die geek You CRAZY wack... so only things factoring in this battle are Me, Myself & Irene Your girl RUNS when you mention sex - that fat bitch won’t even listen She ‘Tears Away from the Bone’ ... then does the same w/ a piece of chicken and that dame ain’t even Frigid, she keep it concealed but it’s really bizarre In her fantasies she sees Dildos... off to Sleep behind the wheel of a car You battle n00bs & your wins are laughable. You’re the lame type it seems Happy being a big fish in a small Pond.. in a Field of textcees Jrite could beat I’ll tell you straight - you aint nice, couldn’t make a crowd stay hyped fag ur flow don’t make heads Bob Dillin’.. & only thing ‘Blowin in the Wind’ is ur gay pride flags vs Alvin Karpis I flawlessed 2 dudes to get here. Compare it to how this chump has rolled: Round one a no-show Gave Alabi... Round two he did that & ducked Ctrl Your NBL finals verse was awful. Them old ass concepts should never have made it How the fuck u gonna be Salty when ur whole verse was Peppered w/ played shit? plus wack flips & statement lines - those mistakes make u more the rook type u can’t call the loss against Blooper Verse when that’s exactly what ur shit looked like n I bet you call me a math nerd.. u lame ass flipper, I toast these initiatives I DO see Calculus in everything... and your lines look mostly Derivative You’re a Thief bro, ravaging archives whenever you’re writing lines - Gotta Pilfer every punch you post... so here’s hoping one of them’s Cyanide LoL @ this fag on some last ditch attempt at repairing his name When his girl’s last Ditch attempt had em sobbing hysterically & swearing he’d change I gave that bitch the pipe, n she took every inch of the cock So fuck a Battle League.. I skullfucked that Indian Head of hers & THAT makes me king of The Dot I bring in the flocks, while this clown is never rousing hype He Boring as shit.. - Web Pages for Baldwin the only way we seeing Alec Site Lost 4 tourneys to DOHpe now, so Clash’ll dismiss you for being vastly wack When u go down u facing a discharge.. w/o looking at ur girl’s nasty snatch I get why his buddy’s pissed off, but now there’s no-one to bolster the whines from GOW needs to brush that Chip off to give this faggot a Shoulder to cry on |
NBL Season 6
vs Grave Diggs
The incognito shits a bitch move, & u won’t get far for that effort whore All having to Role w/ an Alias Show is that u failed to Garner respect before & I can only start to describe how much ur a faggot that’s worthless You wack, corny, lame as fuck... Engrave, - that just Scratches the Surface When I roll up bitches is squealing – they see the whip & are instantly kneeling Meanwhile... any Cardigin makes Eddie’s pink one look pretty appealing Needs to elevate drastically, but he’s Camp as fuck & less than promising If he’s growing by Leaps and Bounds they’re interspersed w/ Pirouettes & Frolicking Faggot. I’ll damage ya chin, so here’s the outcome after I win kid I’ll host a Shindig @ my Pad. U’ll be a tard who wears Pads on his Shins Digg vs Allen Knight He’s a sad & lonely faggot. Given a chance to describe his problems? I’m telling United Air Tragedies that’d make Suicide Missions seem like an option & if this homo joins the Navy, it’s not for no mission or gadget He’s just hoping someone in the FleetWould Mack.. .. & tell him Sweet Little Lies like he isn’t a faggot His girlfriend resists his advances, - she ain’t down to ride with a lame There’s no Chemistry between em... she just wanna see Alkalide with a train He got lucky Victor forfeited, cuz his lines are awful as fuck We wouldn’t have seen Allen’s Cervix... but his gynaecologist DOES All ur wins are no-shows faggot, & you gotta unwind when the trouble pass Every time ur opponents Dip you do the same in a scented bubble bath That doesn’t pass if Nate is in, I’ll flame & cinder ya bastard How u gon Curry favour w/ voters when ur verse is ‘Made in India’ Standard vs Sharp Nine Been riding dicks a minute here, & ur only rep’s as a fucktard clown kid If u Carved Out a name for urself it’s above “& Namix 4eva” w/ a love heart round it I saw u wet urself when he spoke to you – you were delighted to have him supervise He gave u the theory in Cross Training... I’ll give u the practical of How To Be Crucified Sn00p’s rushing, but next week’s champ match won’t be Knuck and u.. I’ll be against K Nine... you’ll be hugging ur dog-ugly girlfriend while she comforts you She a ancient dame w/ ungodly looks, that bitch’s Hair gives the game away My girl could inspire Erotic Books... your girl is 50 with Shades of Grey & that Newb tourney you’re in? I predict you’ll get seared & scorched dude Even IF u make BoreDom a son ... ur mother did THAT 20 years before you vs Sn00p That sharking was bogus & stupid.. Go head & lie.. you know what the truth is Only Missing Link concept YOU thought of is “Netcees is gone & no-one can prove it!” You gangly faggot. I guess you FINALLY Realised your steez is dumb Idk what’s worse- that it took u this long to Twig or that you got the Physique of one Most timid Nazi in history - you sob like a bitch when kids is accosting ya I’ve give ‘Ls All Around’ & Wail on kids... you’d Wail getting inked with a Swastika & ur Pronunciation’s RETARDED, I can’t wait til ur wack ass is withered LoL @ thinking ur accent’s Clipped.. it sounds like ur voicebox been Hacked at w/ Scissors & you can forget a Top-Level Ranking. Being pussy aint a godly & dope look You can’t be Well Up w/ Tiers when that’s what you do when watching The Notebook Online I talk my bars up.. you stay on dating sites trawling for schlong I describe what Comes Out My Head as Golden.. u describe ur Hair as “Strawberry Blonde” & ur girlfriend is SCARY big... it’s something I couldn’t describe All I know is dudes grab their Thunder buddies every time they look at her Thighs It’s obvious I’m your hero.. whenever I drop, you cream in your pants My verses make u Champ at the Bit.. & the fact u Bit’s the only reason u Champed vs non azn Bob Keep fronting u ain't from Chinatown. You'll take this L & ur life will spiral down Facing me is a Slippery Slope, Pussy.. & that's what ur Mother gets when I'm around In crews I'm crowned as master, I show em how to massacre chumps I turn newbs to top heads, while any crew that Bobsled went Downhill faster than one Plus when my girl sings Ashanti, it reminds me of Angels in choirs n shit When your girl sings A Shanty it's more like an Ol' Sea Wench on a Pirate Ship & when you askin for sex, she's fantasizing & imagining a gat to ya head That bitch ain't giving Bobtail... She rather fuck with the Rabbit instead Ill leave this faggot for dead... His drop in rank will be off the pages This Nipple Slip soooo bad a Wardrobe Malfunction will NOT explain it So quit denying - dawg u Asian.. & no one gon hype those drops You need to accept you're a Yellow Man... And at best you're a Sideshow Bob vs Boredom aka Shank Sinatra ‘bitch move’ is an understatement. That shit was lowly & sad Against me Ur Numbers Up.. cuz ur ONLY chance of winning was me not noticing that Pussy. Now u getting this work & u can’t even call it heartless When the fact ur a faggot’s so Chrystal Clear it could acquit Rawn of all his charges Can’t beat me Legitimately. He’s finished if I type a post so I’m Above Board cuz I’m better & cuz I’m not a bitch who gets by on no shows Plus he ducked Sharp for weeks so it’s obv he lacks w/ the ethics Ain’t commenting on GOW or Delicious Girl posts when I say Syntactics pathetic His mom fucks in toilet blocks.. yup, the sight of it’s wretched & this faggot got Stall Manoeuvres that could rival his night of conception |
SC V
vs Ronic
Dude’s hideous. That’s a fact. Girls are mocking em if they bat a lash Any bitches that Eye Ronic are being exactly that You’re horrid. Catch your mother givin me oral son & u wouldn’t even go ApRon… u’d bake me cupcakes wearing a floral one Different dudes got different moves to get women to give em some booty Prince Charming found a glass slipper. U find a girl’s glass & slipper a roofie I saw ur verse against Rayge. You should be embarrassed queer I didn’t wanna see any MoreRon.. then Knuck put me vs the stupidest fagg0t here Some get to round 2 easy, getting there wasn’t that hard & I’m bout to be tarred w/ that brush since this round was a brush w/ a tard vs MAINESPITS aka Atomic Last round? I Martyred that. Got a piece of my opponent, scarred em fast You got a piece of Cake… but you beating that newb was farrr from that I seen longbar heads come back again, & get mad when they can’t adapt to trends But how are YOU lamenting that style when u were still a whiny mid-tier fagg0t then? It’s no secret you Live In A Basement, I only pray that you’re NOT proud Online you’re a Low-Level Boarder. Offline you’re the SAME at ur mom’s house Fuckin disgrace, you at Warthog levels of ugly & lame scout No plans to spend Time in Europe but I’m expecting a Tuscany Day now & I pull hoes you Mamma’s boy, so you need to cool those obsessions Or once I Whisker Away It’ll leave you that Distance from full-blown depression He fantasizes allll day about someone touching his sphincter You’ll see ‘Tom Green w/ envy just from mentioning someone got Fingered Crybaby fagg0t. You get rabid when told that ur not good Why even try to Take out Lo’ Mein.. u only eat whatever your mom cooks vs ill nik-A You shouldn’t believe the mag. I guarantee you’ll need a casket How’s this an Uphill battle when your only Inclination is to be a faggot? Plus ur 40 w/ zero assets - your Crib Size is woeful as shit g I haven’t seen such Embarrassing Footage since Delicious Girl posted a strip tease U dying this Round, I’ll be living Quarters then taking over this.. Ur Living Quarters is a 1 bed studio filled w/ the stench of shame and loneliness Ur life’s depressing. U a recluse who went from fat to super size.. Gave up keeping ur Home Straight.. & are now on that Path to suicide Honestly you’re enormous, & you’d stay whining over diets son Any time u ain’t eating Pork u Pine & ur cholesterol’s had more Spikes than one Plus u known to bitch when losing, u always complaining & moaning kid Idk what’s worse; that u Blubber over votes or that ur body’s mainly composed of it & dawg, ya mom’s BEEN a maid. She ain’t in the States the legal way - If she gotta Pledge Allegiance it’s cuz that’s her Favourite Cleaning Spray Keep seething lame. Close battles don’t close quick, forreal its curious But u won’t see Dom n Nik Drag… the votes’ll come Fast & he’ll get Furious vs Strikta Girls love my D. U been paying prostitutes for years chump I get blown by Buxom blondes while u gotta blow Bucks Some to get near one Fuck ur Australia punches. You’ll rant for hours when u lose w/ them wack bars & that Wallaby waaaay bigger than any creature you’d find in my backyard I own businesses that own businesses, so liability stays with the entity Your Limited Parent Company is why u grew up confused about ur racial identity Forget ur lame little recipes, ur broke as fuck w/ no dimes at the ready Only faggot who can cook up a Storm but can’t Weather an increase on the price of spaghetti Honestly you’re pathetic, & your text is horrible you stupid pilgrim You need to learn to abort bad concepts as readily as you do your children I’m famous so my name been brought up. I got that morbid/dangerous look Strik been brought up as a wigga who claims "I was born and raised in the hood" He came to the battle with ego but might leave with it hopelessly damaged I can’t guarantee Strict Confidence when everyone knows he’s a faggot Getting fired & unplanned pregnancies - his life’s not a source of pride for mom Any time he got news to Cholera Bout she prays a little bit harder he’ll die from one |
Tag Tourney w/ Aero
vs Karaoke & Mael
Step & be served. No question Aero & Dom'll sever these herbs ‘specially when Karaoke lives up to his name & Drops the Ball on Every Word Mael your house is depressing you aint convincing no girls to stay Anyone living in that Paddlebawl & better get used to playing 1 person games I'm getting my rocks off in your girl's house by sexing her fam you're getting your rocks off at her window singing with a live Mexican band You think of an Aero a Dom you'll think these dudes is manly When you think of a Kare a Mael you think of sweet little chewy candies Mael your parents were on drugs creating you lacking sense had an admin's experience the way meth was involved in the accident I seduce women with humor that's how I end up fucking with chicks if your seduction game's tongue in cheek it's when you mimic sucking a dick Kare's mom is the sluttiest bitch with no class and a peasant Introducing that Horticulture's like doing that to nomads in the desert I paid her to keep the sex a secret, loved drinking jizz in a bottle even before I gave her the hush money she felt like she was hitting the lotto vs Allen Knight & Neighbor You receive shit for pay, mawfucca you couldn't be rich for a day last time you got six 'figures' you told five friends & a bitch you were gay Had your chick gobbling dick in a Mosque, shit was a dire decision Fam the way her head scarfs down she offended an entire religion & when she wakes up next to me, she faces a view of Tropical Gardens If your girl wakes up & face palms it’s cuz ur ugly minus vodka & darkness Neigh's doing LSD now, I laugh as the psychedelic runs its course Funny you're called The Faculty and acid will ruin every one of yours I hate wiggers I get very uptight when they're in my sight Its a racist Minstrel show; white men acting out black stereotypes Ya gals a nigger lover, u gotta sell drugs just to get her back She's like an idle monitor you're pushing keys to keep her from going black Al gets called a faggot, if I do it's dispelled when a fee's in my Rover I put rumors to bed... yours have ADHD and just drank a liter of soda You model the NSA’s Bradley with all the lies that you're pushin' On top of that your idea of Manning up is living your Life As A Woman Your girl is baaaaarely a five - that shits the truth & it’s tragedy Even calling her a six flags the fact you’re on a Rollercoaster of delusional fantasy I got assets u got dead-end jobs. In life it’s certain u’ve failed dude We both got Stamp Duty – mine’s when I buy property & urs is working a mail room Girls feel Safe with you - your hideous and the shyest of smuts I got friends with benefits, yours benefit knowing you're not trying to fuck I got two pads after motorboating a rich slut, she's loving it all Got two pads upon motorboating your mom then slapped her for stuffing her bra vs Bags & ill nik-A I took photos of your girl w/ her dildo, shit got embarrassing quick way she used rabbit ears behind your back it made for hilarious pics Hoe was eaaager to slob nuts, Unzipped my pants & removed my buckle She had a ball out before her knee was down, that shit was ruled a fumble & dawg, ya partner’s nonsense. Vet his bars ‘fore it thwarts ya prospects Fuck a surname.. I wanna see Anthony Colavito on Nika's retarded concepts That kid was a BITCH in the Elements after Cake left his wack lines slumped Soon as ppl started voting for Pansy ran to discussion to sway shit & act like one Plus I bodied ‘em in SC, & him being a salty faggot had me quite enthralled Nik got a chip on his shoulder & not just the tracking device his wife installed And faggot you're not a citizen you don't have to fake or pretend I mean... your idea of civic duty's piling into one with eight of your friends & ur house is worth nothing. You've been in a shitheap the longest son If that Padded Cell for any srs money it’d be to someone who belongs in one You're too old so just lie down and die now. This shit’s a wipe out, ether Firing shots that'll leave ur life on the rocks like retiring lighthouse keepers & Bags you aint no gym rat. Maybe yoga class & a couple of tame squats Hardest Resistance Training u ever did was slapping urself for having gay thoughts U’d get Muscle Aches from 1 pound weights. I bet you favour pilates more We can trade punches or u can lift those^, either way DOMS will leave ya body sore As admin you made mistakes like clockwork, waaayyy too easy to heckle If we want to see Jim Gaffigan we don’t have to watch the comedian's special No relieving the pressure, easiest effort while you two could use the practice What's worse? That you battle each other in Elements tourney or that it's in the Loser's bracket? |
NBL Season 7
vs Beyond
Quote:
Forget black, - that’s the pot calling the kettle a coon ass nigger porch monkey I gotta rofl @ this guy’s gall. He lives alone & keeps behind walls The day James Bond w/ another human is the same day we’d see the Sky Fall I’m Gearing for a win. U’ll drop some wack shit, get beat, then mope & mourn Ur style needs a change of pace, & u need to come up to speed w/ social norms I’ll send my good squad at this Punjab. He can’t even figure out an average diss Bey wrap rags around his head but can’t wrap his head around how to rag on kids That’s some faggot shit - only girl he talking with is his mama If he got a Dhal on the side it’s accompanying his chicken Masala Talm bout he’s an alpha who’d Procreate? That’s such a front in discussion No-one considers Baking … this virgin will NEVER put a bun in the oven U got limited optical powers, & far as women ur prospects have soured Dawg your idea of a ‘make out’ session is squinting at objects for hours & one punch will send you flying. A nerd ain’t hurtin’ Dom in fights I’ll have u touching the face of God like how you’d learn what Ron looks like In real life ur depressed so u Obsess when u turn to texting B You got a one-track mind - it plays ‘everybody hurts’ incessantly 4 links is Orc’s condition to allow me to retain all the votes U got a condition too. I hope it deteriorates rapidly & leaves u blind & unable to post |
Fall Brawl 2
vs Blue Bayou
This pindick miiiiight bring a girl home, but lemme put these facts in order Soon as she see Bipolar mood changes so fast you'd think she had that disorder You a washed up faggot Blue... How often u got top offenses? That's Bound to A Curfew enough times to rival the discipline ur mom dispenses She loves bondage & choking. Her fav sex game shows she truly a hoe It's Holding Her Breath and getting tied up... But it ain't a Balloon that she's blown Faggot you can't afford steak. Please just spare me the rubbish Your Porterhouse is what you'd come home to after a day of carrying luggage Sucha insignificant faggot. Ur gunnin's not somethin we notice If I got beef it's nothing to sneeze at... U just rustle feathers right under our noses vs Swerve aka Patrick His girl look like a body builder - w/ those biceps u know she trumpin him Pat Buchanan’s so fuckin prominent they could sway ppl to vote Republican Kid’s been mid-tier forever, how his fans saying I won’t best this queer? Fuck what a Stan Doubts… Swerve aint had ONE of those his whole text career I’m dope w/ a flawless delivery, plus I’m in a line of TRUE work U only good w/ Polish to Boot cuz ur that kid that says “shine ur shoes, sir?” & ppl ain’t gonna sugarcoat it - they’ll say u got burnt in the fires They’ll make no Bones about it… Just an ep of that show that ur murder inspires I meet girls’ every criteria that’s why I stay bedding the fairest dimes If Swerve putting Ticks in Boxes it’s by spreading his genital parasites Fuck ur Australia punches, keep thinking those lines are in fine taste At least MY version of an Outback doesn’t need corrective surgery & a spine brace You emotional faggot... I’ll take ur girl & enter her nookie U got NO chance of taking Midol… that’s why you’re STILL a sensitive pussy Ur scoliosis is jokes though – I know ur shit isn’t totally damned Only reason ur Backpacks up is cuz ur a soy latte drinking fag who goes to poetry slams vs Neighbor aka Outlaw U get ripped off buying groceries. That story made u look like a faggot brah I mean, you Spaced Out & got Jewed Law… and I ain’t talkin bout Gattaca Your mom’s a dating site slut. Tell her stank ass to hit the showers Anyone that Smelt that bitch or Mackerel be back on Plenty of Fish within hours Neigh’s pussy & a wretched vet. He’ll go into hiding when the techs are flexed Pfft… I’ll shake ‘em up and this Doodle disappear like a fuckin etch a sketch You juice & get assfucked. Either could put u in shock & have ya heart in pain Fuck it, stay taking a Pole or Roid… u’ll get the picture when u start to shake I’m in the tub getting sponged down by hoes w/ extravagant skills - Getting lathered by milfs, while only time u get a backwash is drinking the last of the milk This frail faggot got Rabdo from lifting, & I gotta see this as weakness If we seeing Neigh bodybilled … it’s as 'the most feminine physique with a penis' & he wonders about his girl’s past. I told em “Neigh she did an orgy” But the way he denies that Big Bang Theory it could fuel the Creationism story Stop pretending you’ll land that 6 figure job. We’ve had enough dude Only reason ur money’s where ur mouth is is cuz ur poor & have a Buck tooth & I feel like I gotta tell ya… your girl is carrying my bastard homie I went from playing tonsil hockey with her to slipping one past the goalie vs Cashius Quote:
Those wins aren’t just shallow, they’re miles above sea level & getting dizzy from altitude You’re boring as fuck. Don’t have what it takes to topple a great’s lines Your personality’s Behr & you’re bout as much fun as watching that Paint dry Srs, who is this faggot?!?! He’s got NO charisma, pure & simple Cash Character's so fucking foreign it could replace the Pound Sign & Euro Symbol In clubs I’m macking the choicest queens, while this fag is prancing flamboyantly Far as sex and what floats his boat … I guarantee that it’s having a Buoyancy & when my verse is critiqued, the “creative” “& dope”s are substantial to view Cash breakdowns have “Standard” & “Poor”s so much they read like financial reviews He’s an insufferable homo, with hormones that’s badly proportioned Really, I can’t bear this fruit. His mom should’ve said the same & had the abortion My wallet’s hefty. Ur pockets empty cuz u lack career connections My bank Balance is healthy… urs looks like it’s drunk and got an inner ear infection & yo I killed it trading Exotic Stocks - all of the Futures I bought climbed While your Call Options consist of either your mom or the suicide hotline I write hours of flames... then a little filler… OK, it’s a downer but hey Ur verses have such a Liberal dose of it they’re turning vegan & won’t shower for days & if u Show Up here I’ll go ape shit - prolly do time for the scrape kid I’ll gladly take the years off your appearance… & I ain’t talking no face lift Put the fear in you & you’ll Change Inside… get nullified if u want it U’ll eat slugs from the gat… & next time u see me there’ll be butterflies in ur stomach |
AOWL Season 4
vs. Stranger (won by no show)
“One of the things you learn, after years of dealing with drug people, is that everything is serious” We drank champagne from the beakers. The results had concluded significance. After years of immovable diligence, we had the cure. Pharmaceutic deliverance. The elation was fevered. Back slapping, we partied & lit cigars from a Bunsen burner, talked of Nobel laureateship. In a drunken fervor, I laughed. Looked to the stars, drank in the ether. It wasn’t until later that I realized the taint in our research… . . “Profit drives innovation”. That loophole was hardly a new phrase. My colleagues strived to embrace it & soon drove Ferraris on Tuesdays. The price was inflated. Our creation became a commodity & our operation’s philosophy was taking all profits through patent monopolies that gave rise to exorbitant fees. An extortionist scheme. The reach of salvation had been shortened by corporate greed. By day, I held life in my hand in the form of a little white pill. By night, I watched the news reports & counted the little guys killed. The medal I’d once worn proudly hadn’t had the same gleam in a while I drank vodka from a chipped mug, & saw no reason to smile. Vs. Zygote (won 5-0) "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road – Elton John" It starts as an infant. Ritual sacraments mark the commencement of a charted existence. Towards a majestically pretty celestial city, far in the distance. The magnificence of it is impressed on you quickly; in perpetual sunlight - it sparkles, resplendent, with gates made of pearl for a marvelous entrance. Its brightness & glory, - blinding! - it’s harmful to glimpse it But stained glass optical lenses let you view it in all of its brilliance. Inside, the hearts of its denizens brim with joy, and ardent contentment. Hardships are ended, and all within are bonded in friendship. Of the one who sits the throne, little’s known - he’s guarded, restricted. & when he does grant an audience, he appears in fireballs, & in whispers. His powers are vast & incredible – truly, a mark of his kingship. It’s said he can conjure the wind with no more than a thought or a sentence And his wrath is terrible - if you break his laws or posit resistance But he’s good - imparting forgiveness to those who offer repentance. Daily, throngs of petitioners beg his favor and call for assistance – “make me smart!”, “give me courage!”, “fix my heart!” - it’s persistent From afar it’s a mystery - we perceive only sparse interventions But the closer you are to his kingdom, they say, the sharper your wisdoms. Many claimed they could reach it... One such group was large and momentous. They had knowledge of every step - all you needed to do was follow directions “Follow, follow, follow ….” Their sonorous song was entrenched in the minds and hearts of their henchmen, standing tall at attention. With some occasion, another way would garner calls and contentions But the advocates of such were dismissed as false & pretentious. “why would you turn towards it?” the Straw Man argued against them, warning of another realm whose monarch was dark and malignant. ... And so, John was conflicted. At a crossroads, lost in an instant. He’d been told to go straight… but that was at odds with his instincts. He was drawn to the other path, - felt it calling in all of his senses. He chose it, hoping it would lead him to god where it ended. Vs. Defiant (won 7-0) "The War or the Battle" Blood stained the arena’s floor. Cato’s tunic was soaked with sweat. He was tired. Exhausted. His sword moving slower and slower yet. His opponent stepped, red plumed helm framing a contemptuous sneer. The spectators’ deafening cheer was punctuated with heckles and jeers. He circled his foe. Searching for weakness, observing his pose. The soldier sprang! Metal rang as scythe met sword, turning the blows. Woodchips flew from Cato’s shield as he parried each vicious cut. Sidestep. Spin and thrust. Peddle back... He wasn’t quick enough. He staggered. Weapon dropped, his body followed a moment later. “Finish him!” the crowd roared. “Make an end to this loathsome traitor!” Blade pressed to Cato’s throat, his oppressor awaited a final command. The centurion cleared his throat, and bellowed from high in the stands: “Let this be a lesson, men. Fight in the field with your brothers beside you Or pay the price for desertion and fight in the ring while others deride you!” With a thumbs down, it was done now. Death raced down in a savage swish. Cato reflected on his choice. Maybe the war wouldn't have been as bad as this. Vs. deadman "A hero can be anyone..." EMPLOYMENT OPPORTUNITY: IRONPERSON Looking for an exciting job? That 9-5 won’t seem to do? Then the action-packed role of Ironperson could be for you! ABOUT US S.H.E.I.L.D. is a world leader in global surveillance & crisis response. Our dynamic force of agents is highly trained, and fights for results. ‘The Avengers’ is our specialized taskforce whose power is unassailable & due to an excess of white male privilege the role of Ironperson has become available. THE ROLE This is an on-call position; each mission will come when it’s relevant. It is expected after thumbing a précis you will accept with a grudging benevolence. You will work in a team of four, reporting to a captain & a S.H.E.I.L.D. associate. Your efforts will be rewarded with a solemn nod when it feels appropriate. Duties include: - Insertion into combat zones via spacecraft, plane or ship - Neutralize hostile entities with lasers and a scathing wit - At all times, act with integrity to promote justice & natural liberty - Liaise with key stakeholders to facilitate maximum synergy - Delay flatulence when wearing suit to avoid reducing vision - Establish sassy rapport with anthropomorphic computer system TO SUCCEED IN THIS ROLE YOU WILL REQUIRE… - Formal qualification in engineering or mechatronics - Excellent knowledge of power systems, both arc-based & electronic - Demonstrated ability in repairing and servicing armor - Vendetta against crime born of tragedy/personal trauma - Competence and accuracy with an assortment of powerful weapons - Microsoft Office 2007 If this sounds like you and you’re ready to stretch your goals, please don’t hesitate to send your resume care of the address below. NOTE: S.H.E.I.L.D. is a committed equal opportunity organisation. Hiring in all our vocations is based solely on individual qualifications. We don’t discriminate on the basis of age, race, sexual orientation, disability, sex or gender, domestic partnership status, biological normalcy, exposure to chemical concentrations, or any factor protected by law in any realm of our operations. |
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Rollin on em & the 4s are prepped. Body shots – he gettin torn to shreds No questionnaire getting finished… motherfucker I’ll fill ya form w/ lead You talk success w/ penny stocks. That’s some shit a fag rehearses Fuck any holding ya own. You shoulda done that when u wrote for our tag team verses You were WORTHLESS in that, so quit claimin the outcome “ours” son U got by on what D composed - without me carrion ur ass u were dead meat in round 1 Now what?! You better pay me… Or I’m comin for you w/ 9s in hand I ain’t triflin man - I’ll Spring Collection on u while u check the latest ways to dress like a fag 15+ years of text, you pioneered nothin but awkward & clumsy lines If Aer considered a trailblazer? It’s to go w/ the sweatervest he wear on walks in the countryside You ugly guy. & any girl you tried flirting with was REPULSED. You fuckin leper The second you cauterize she wanted to burn them shut forever But if a girl’s a 10? I’m beddin fast. Gets loud af when I wet her snatch She start ridin & ‘groan on me overtime’… - that’s somethin your style NEVER has I got a HUGE spot to keep jewels locked. My work is worth concealing You got a safe space too - alone in ur bedroom where no-one can hurt ur feelings This virgin’s reeling. I’ll let the toast pop til he sees no purpose in breathing Throat shot! Get his diction airy… & leave him searching for meaning Finish this rivalry once & for all. You’re weak, I’m beastin & vicious This is the end of a warfare… I’m pushing you off it to sleep w/ the fishes |
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^ Alliteratin ur name… who the fuck u tryna impress guy? Should be concerned w/ alliteratin ur verses, i.e. throwaway garbage in 9 outta 10 lines Pho ain’t pronounced that way OR a herb, u been going from garbage to worse Shoulda gave up on that culinary bar & tried cullin erry bar in your verse Res KILLED you in that. Those tortured wordplays were holdin u back lame Way an Asian steppe all over you had me thinking Mongolian landscapes I got a black whatsit that’s iron, chrome thingys that are nickel & steel & Blue doohickeys too… on his boyfriend’s neck while he giggles & squeals Listen. You DON’T wanna test me. Lead’ll chew through any dude who gets gassed & your number’s UP if the 9 gets a round off … so … you do the math The chopper’s on me. Have you talkin real peaceful when THAT’s raised Trust me you don’t want this catering… what’ll happen next is in baaad taste I’ll put the piece between ur eyes…. goin crazy with the can Point blank - the muzzles touch’n the middle of a noodle… that’s Lady & the Tramp & soon as it start, it’s hopeless. I aim for the eyes – that mark’s a bonus Pops Ridalin ya body w/ bullets… you gonna find it real hard to Focus |
RB LLL Season 23
vs Meters aka Miles
“Got to mid-tier then bounced” – that’s the accolades this fag has got Just ransomware n’stalled cuz it’s obv he couldn’t hack the comp I read his shit & it’s garbage, so seeing the rankings I’m NOT surprised They got Mete in the middle... and even that much props was a compromise Shoulda known his days were over. I’ll aim the toaster & remind a chump Meters gettin checked! - the machine’ll show ‘em his time is done Weapon up, I'm lining scrubs. Even his better stuff was never tough & I got a 9mm to centimeter since he never quiiiiite could measure up “Lemme try this thing again guys”… nahhhh homie fuck that rattle I really don’t care for Miles tone – he’s gettin stomped in a comeback battle Took advantage of his girls kindness. If they fuckin she just be faking smiles He can baaaarely give her an inch - she really don’t wanna be taking Miles vs $pitacular “u ready Dom?” “wut u doin man?” “are u sleeping?!”… Dammit Spit geez Why u champing at the bit so hard? There’s no way you’re doing that in the league Faggot, just breathe… You bout to get clipped for talking that shit fam You been HANGING for my words… & I ain’t playin games when I’m drawing the stick man Listen. You were never a factor here, - just an actor that’s trying a weak offense & as far as departure playing now... you’ll just get beaten, cry & then leave again The LLL was better without u. No-one was sad u were missing in action pal If ANY comp lamented ur absence it was “great job on kicking that faggot out” I could put up half the lines & still make it clear I’m gettin the win… Post-tenancy evictor - I’ll make sure this boarder ain’t at home here ever again You started a business that’s sure to fail, so better incorporate it & play safe I got a limited liability too – can’t tell u ya bars are good w/ a straight face As for ur album? Noone’ll buy the shit. That filler & nonsense ain’t flyin kid If u stayin in the booth w/ that waffle its cuz ur daughter’s gettin ogled outside of it Pussy… You’re frail & gaunt - don’t want it to evolve to brawlin Do the math dummy. You better not be countin on hands to solve a problem You fake as fuck talkin bout rifles and how you can handle a gun Claiming ‘pump & lever’ actions… but wifed the 1st girl that u managed to fuck & man she’s a slut… just can’t get enough when she’s nommin guys That haggle down enough semen to leave a whole digestive system compromised vs Exalted aka Heise aka Infiltrate Watch this pussy step & get beaten. Never flames - at best he’s just decent Ain’t gonna see Hei burn Nate - 1 punch & he won’t wake up til the end of the season It’s head shots only if he gettin pics - girl made sure to frame it just right She’ll avoid showing Exercise cuz its clear she’s never done that a day in her life Tell this coward to bar up for once. Least lines every week - I’ve seen enough of it By going the miniskirts around the fact he’s a pussy w/ barely enough material to even cover it “I’ll study Dom’s life to find new personals”… My god. Are you hearing these words?! I considered Hypothetic before… Now I KNOW that that theory’s confirmed Idc if you rifle through my history. When I bring my rifle through, ur history & why the fuck would u have pried in that? Is what I'd ask about ur lines & sense of dignity He ain't shit to me. Fuck those tactics. You'll see this faggot get slugged Doesn't matter what strategy Infusing. Docs'll have an IV doin that w/ his blood I’ll run at his crew w/ the 9 & snub. Pick a few... their time is done Start the kill count. Then let fly w/ the machine and have the autopilot up No-one believes ur job’s important or that you'll win - u ain't a threat dork You’re a secretariat best... & only thing you’re beating here is a dead horse vs King You needed an extension LAST week you fat fuck… You’re the lamest, kid. Can’t believe ur trying that same old shit I’m scoffing at deLays. You’re doing that w/ a bag of potato chips & u w/ girls? Lmao… flirting w/ someone THAT fat’s fallacy The idea of someone hitting on King’s got me doubling up, no blackjack strategy Barc should’ve DQ’d em. He had 4 EXTRA DAYS to create his stuff Such a tardy slips by in contender matches only w/ permission to come late as fuck & even THEN he only won off hate votes – that Zelph is a fag of a guy If it weren’t for the Lip locking it up for ‘em he woulda kissed this battle goodbye Now how the helllll is he 63-14? His best bars are average as shit That rectifies logic … I can only assume all those battled were fixed Claim girls calling u daddy and that you’re balling thru clubs… That logic doesn’t hold water, fatty. At BEST a girl’s calling u ‘tubs’ Lazy mind, lazy body. I see u struggling to prepare the writtens & it’s only fitting ur half-assin it … the same is true of any chair u sit in Go outside u pasty faggot – go see the sun and the pavement U look pallid’n like you spend allll ur time roleplaying one in ur basement I used to HATE your style, but lately I’ve seen you start to get better I couldn’t continue disliking … i.e. the truth is you’re garbage as ever Swap those boring ass concepts out. U can’t think what ur writin is boss Need an ‘exchange of ideas’ so bad.. at this pt we’re just hoping u’ll dialogue off vs Blas Quote Originally Posted by Blas this is cool but the personal is very untrue to my knowledge as Dom is literally a robot Quote Originally Posted by Blas Dom is like a robot that’s programmed to text respectfully C++ for effort, but You’re tryin wayyy too hard kid. Write ur heart out, I’m trashin careers If u think calling me a bottle up ur chances… good luck doin that w/ ur tears Getcha legs fractured w/ baseball bats – I don’t even bother to clap heaters It’s gon take wayyy more than Sunday school to tryn straighten out Blas femurs He only DREAMS of gettin women. Really I’m doubtin this geek’s worth Some haggis the best he’d get.. and even THEN he’s countin on sheep first Bet he squeamish around strippers too – quickkk to flee from the boobs If this virgin sees Nipsey hustle past… it’s not from readin the news I’m a brawler. When I get into scraps u can trust a dude gettin ruptured If Blas’s gettin into scraps its when he’s looking for food in a dumpster Kid’s been mid-tier forever, and another L bout happen again now Way he keep dropping the ballpoints to a need to just put the pen down vs Barcotic Put the beam on ur peepers. No escape when I’m on that precision flex Bottom line: u can’t make it out.. get the laser on ur eyes like u failed a vision test Delete votes, move battles… start pitching a fit when I blitz you Bar That’s how low you’ll stupefy win. I’m honestly STUNNED at what a bitch u are One shot – I’ll pop ya gums. Have the cops confront ur moms at once Tell her “there’s no easy way to say this…” while the blood just rolls off ya tongue I clean my money so the feds can’t trace it. A boss w/ the riches, coward I’m on that laundering business. You’re on that lawn during business hours Ur job’s a joke & that’s REAL shit. I don’t care if the truth gets u flamed I’m calling a spade a spade, faggot - not a fuckin tool of the trade & don’t tell me you handle investments or that you’re seein some bank next Your idea of managing hedge funds is 600 dollars a week on your paycheck You’re a last resort for girls. They fucking HATE the shit you’re peddling Colony woman your wife and I guarantee you that bitch is Settling This fag’s dying. Have his fam crying after they watch em get beat silly They’ll see this kid on the rocks and wail over his body… that’s Free Willy How he talking that cans & sticks shit, pretending he’s actually grippin? Only irony ever picked up is the fact he lost every gunbar battle he’s been in First the PPV then the cypher. Boy you wrote TWICE what Resin produced MIC vs Mike - no surprise he wrote less, said the same shit & did it better than you Go ahead & bring the teacher jokes. My career ain’t rivalling YOU bud I’m growing the minds of the future. You’re growing & minding the fuchsias Need to stop all that vet talk. Too late to pretend ur one of the best dawg I’ve seen how u disembark… that ship has sailed & it's time u stepped off Vs Blue Bayou Quote Originally Posted by Blue posted 4 days late vs. Let then moved the thread quick to the bin when pressures on artichoke. then do a wholee buncha fishy shit for a win Quote Originally Posted by Dictionary.com Artichoke: a tall, thistlelike composite plant Quote Originally Posted by Blue truth is he's average. a cry baby that’s NEVER been above the grade.. & judging by Dawali posts after a loss u'd think he was celebrating Muslim Faith Quote Originally Posted by Dictionary.com Diwali: the Hindu festival of lights so a nice rack that's fine?! crack baby ur never gunna smash a dime.. keep sayin the ‘Tattle’ get u laid but let's be honest man… we all know that's a LIE Quote Originally Posted by Dictionary.com Tattle: 1. to let out secrets. 2. to chatter, prate, or gossip. Dictionary.com is a free resource, FYI. Your wordplay’s weakening nerd. I peeped that shit & couldn’t believe it at first I was hoping to Redefine display. Not watch you butcher the meaning of words Get a dictionary and check your shit. You fucked up one bar after another man If the devil’s in the details u been writing pamphlets for Christian summer camp Enough of ur talking. Reading ur muddled ass concepts is fuckin exhausting What comes out your head is patchy these days - it’s no wonder you’re balding Chest shot - get the sights on you. Head shot - get marked with the beam Fuck ur attention to detail. You’ll get the dot on ur eye & the cross on ur T I came back after five years and you’re still chasing that ultimate text hype?! I just do this shit for the lulz, Blue … you do it for the lulls in your sex life Lie & pretend you’re the GOAT. You’re all about quantity, harmless w/ bars Tell defibrillating to status all u want man. I know u take those charges to heart & ur wife’s a slutttttt for the D. I only let her suck it a couple of weeks She got shoved aside cuz I ain’t colorblind but Blue, that pigment nothing to me Your boys TOLD you she was whoring. You went and proposed you coward Can’t believe you gave that muttering when everyone talked so low about her Quote Originally Posted by previews The bastard that dies but comes back alive time after time Bluebayou Snow Yahh you know nothing.. and the love you get from your fam is absurd lame I don’t care how much ur Antidote. You need a cure for ur garbage wordplay |
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IHH 2005 - 2007
HOF entry
Enter the mind of an intricate kind — in Dominate — one of the most consistent and dominant battlers It’s Hip Hop has ever witnessed or endured. Arriving explosively on the scene in May of 2005, the monolith known as Dominate has left a stagnant mark unparalelled across the bloodied and soiled grounds of IHH’s glorious battle circuit. The phenom would go undefeated for nearly two years and close to twenty battles proving he was a force to be reckoned with — not only in the minds of those he slayed — but also in the hearts of those who feared him. Dominate has accomplished many amazing and incredible feats in his wake — none of them more impressive or precise than his run in the Elite Battle Tournament — but all of them worthy of praise or awe for the ages. Victory after victory over the most renown veterans, Dominate’s honorable demeanor on the battle field of IHH has been nothing short of inspirational. His captivating aura of integrity and fortitude has earned him an infinite amount of respect and esteem among the highest legions of It’s Hip Hop. Dominate has proven his legend and drive to be the best again and again and again. His unmirrored legacy will not be tarnished or forgotten for as long as the Earth continues to rotate methodically on it’s axis. Years down the line, when all the veterans of the old have moved on and a new era has emerged, it will be certain that — by name and by nature — Dominate was, is, and always will be… a legend of It’s Hip Hop. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vs C-White aka Surt!fieD This Kid A Challenge? Pshh.. I Could Murder Him Blind, Put This Herb In A Bind.. 'Send His Whole Crew Packing', And Have "P.Q. Goin Out The Door" Like 'Busy Urinal Lines' (Pee Queue) Fuck Who Gassed You, Ya Simple As Fuck Duke.. Face The Music: The Win Is Above You.. So As Far As Ya Battle Rec? I'll "Put The Middle Digits Up" Like Hand Symbols For "Fuck You" (Battle Rec Format: Wins-Losses-KOs --> Losses Are The Middle Digits) Send Knives To His Dome, I Stay Clownin This Dummy.. Come Iller Than D? Psshh, I'm Doubting It Dunny.. So You Winnin? That's "Not Occurin, C" - Like 'Counterfeit Money' (A Currency) Yesss.. Dom Is Back On the Grind, Test? I'll Take An Axe To Ya Spine.. Have You 'Knocked Out In One Bar' - So Like 'Camping Out To Buy Tickets', There's No Way You'll Be "Lastin The Line (Last In) My Spits Equipped For Breaking Ya Bones, Fag.. I'll Disable His Whole Stance.. Kid Might As Well 'Surrender', Cause I Don't Mean An 'Ego Trip' When I Say I'll Have "White Waving His Own Flag" (Surrender - 'waving the white flag') ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Ike-One, aka MysteriousShadow.. Against D? Haha.. Even The Dopest Lose, No Question About It - He'll Bleed Til His Soul's Diffused.. Make Him 'Chew On Explosives' - & Have I.O. "Dine On My Arms," Like 'Treatment For Shoulder Wounds' (Iodine) Check Ya Concepts Kid, Most Are Just Stupid.. Battling D? You Must've Hoped To be Losin.. So Your Status As Undefeated? It's Now "Subject To Change" - Like 'Re-Enrolment In Units' This Kid Aint Seein Me, I'll Stick My Knife In This Prick's Eyes, Take His Life In A Quick Line.. Crew's Already Diminished, So Once I've Murked Him? It's "The End Of PM" - Like The 'Arrival Of Midnight' SS Whackest? He'd Be In With A Mention, D'll Torture this Fag - Bring His Limbs To Some Tension.. Cuz Beatin Him's Nothing - It's "Easy To Make Myst Ache".. Like 'Attemptin A Difficult Question' (Mistake) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Shojah aka OneTake aka C-Lect.. I'll Put My Blades Through This Homo, Tell You Straight Duke: There's No Hope.. Ya Best To Duck, Cuz I Don't Mean 'Knowledge Of Self' When I Say "You Should Know Sho" Send Hits Straight To This Foe's Dome, & Fuck His Fake Trite Words.. You Aint Nice, Herb.. Cause Like The 'Job Of Electricians' - Rippin You Just "Makes Light Work" You Hit An Iceberg! Shouldna Tried Me, Get Beat For Steppin? In Truth It's Likely, Cuz One Punch'll Have Take "Out For A Month" - Like The 'Diet On Super Size Me' (Hah!) Originally Posted By Shojah Psss..ya battling rookies son... Going Against D? You'll Get Battered n Bruised, Leave Ya Body With Extensive Damaging Through.. And As For Ya Claim I'm "Battling Rookies"? Well... I Guess I Am Battling You.. Haha.. I Hate Being A Preacher, But Honestly Dukes, It's Far Too Easy To Beat Ya, Cuz In Truth? "Lect Ur A Retard" - Like The 'Job Of Remedial Teachers' (Lecture) This Kid Elite? Please, Watch His Drops Get Clowned, He'll Get Boxed Around.. & D'll Knock Him Out So Hard.. Like 'Failed Broadways' - "Sho Will Never Get Off The Ground" (Bye) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Diso aka ..Sayk Rid aka Word Life aka InComPairaBall.. No-one's Doubtin This Dukes Lame.. I'll Douse Him In Butane, Throw A Match n Watch This Hack's Combustion.. Throw His Ash In Dustbins, And "Leave Little Left Of Incom" Like Effects Of 'Tax Deduction' (Income) Spread Mass Destruction - A Vast Reduction For Ya Crew, -I'm Bruisin Ya.. Punches So Far From Hot.. Could Be Immune From Lucifer.. And Ya Topical Skills? Hah, You Couldn't "See I.O." Studying 'Moons Of Jupiter' Ya D/R Crew's No Use To Ya, DOTI's The Lamest In Tracks.. And It's Not Meant To Be Hate Kid - I'm Just Stating The Facts.. Cause If Y'all Are "The Definition Of Ill".. Then By All Means, Say That I'm Whack.. I'll Put Blades in Ya Back.. Step? You'll Get Clowned And Bruised.. Ya Too Whack To See Me, Honestly Kid, I'd Doubt Ya Tunes.. Cuz This Might As Well Be 'Sheepdog Trials' - Against D? Ya Work's "Cut Out Four Ewe" You Should Feel Proud To Lose! Cause No Way Could You Actually Beat The Best, My Slugs'll Eat Ya Chest.. Sayk Consistent With W's?? Nahh.. This Kid Couldn't Be "On A Roll" If He Was A Fuckin 'Teacher's Pet!' (Honor Roll) And Yet.. It's Time For Revision: You Whack As Fuck Son, While My Steez Be The Purest.. Unbridled Precision.. So As Far As The 'Placings'? "You'll Have The 'Last', Say".. And I Don't Mean 'The Final Decision' Quit Whinin And Listen - Test D? I'll Leave You Blatently Bruised.. Honestly Dukes, You Must Be Aiming To Lose.. Word's The Whackest There Is - So "After Life, There's NOTHING" - Like 'Atheist Views' KO!! Just Pay me Ya Dues, & Continue To Need A Flow Dawg.. All Your Efforts? Dont Even Show, Cuz.. You Aint Key Ya Flows.. But Even So.. You'd Only Hear "Good Writtens" Once You 'Been Disposed Of' (Riddance) ..And That's the End Of Word, Like Suffixes.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Other Image He'd have to BE-ILLER-TO-FOLD-ME, As my STEEZ-KILLIN-HIM-BOLDLY, I'll 'drop-ya-text' cuz to 'mock-ya-best' I only NEED-FILLER-AND-MULTIS! Smh.. Gainst D? He Comin With Marginal Flows So.. I Could End It All With Just One Bar For This Homo.. Cause D'll Shove Grenades Down His Throat, And Have "Image Blown Up" - Like 'Enlarging A Photo' Depart And Just No Show! Ya Text Is Boring, Please Kid, Ya Battle Rec Thus Far? You Just Scoring Weak Wins.. But D'll Have You Down For The Count, And "Still Not Up At Ten" - Like 'Morning Sleep Ins' Originally posted by -Other-Image- Flow- Shojah Punches- Shojah Multis- Shojah Complexity- Shojah opener/closer- Shojah Over all vote- Shojah (he really shined in this battle..he sonn'd c) -Image 'o5 Originally posted by Dominate vote = C-white Originally posted by -Other-Image- Wants what dominate is smokin to think c-white won *Bzzz!* Wrong Move!! Kid, You Don't Mean A Thing-TO-Me.. Yur Image Is Pussy, I Look At You And All I Can Think's Coochie.. Cause For Real, You "Stay On 'jahs Dick" Worse Than 'Murder Inc Groupies' (Ja) Your Ink's Floozy, No Wonder You Get Shook In Fights.. Cuz A Decent Punch? Is Not Something You Could-Devise.. So You'd Only Hear "Good Spitting, Image" When People Comment On 'Look-Alikes' ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Gunshot-Flying Bullet This Kid Punch? Hah, He Aint Skilled With Hooks, Only Takes Three Bars For D To Have Killed This Rook.. Cause I'll 'Smack Him Backwards'.. And Just "Dispose Of BFG" Like Throwin Out 'Children's Books*' I'm Willed To Cook.. This Fag Wit No Idea How To Place Votes, So Even As The Hate Grows, I'll Stomp-Ya-Writtens.. Cuz Ya Not On My Radar, 'Makin Peaceful Protests' The Only Way I'd "Consider Ya Calm-Petition" Test D? Musta Lost His Vision, On The Ladder He Sits Behind Me, And This Trick Just Rhymes Weak.. So D'll Knock Him Out So Hard, Even The Meds "Cant Get Fly Up" - Like 'Fat Chicks In Tight Jeans' *The BFG is a kids book... his initials are GFB.. so if i smack him backwards... figure it out.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Sad Dys Tyk aka Mamadou Fuck Ya Defences - It Looks Unlikely You'll Grip This, Cuz My Path To Victory Is Only Paved Through A TINY Resistance.. And The Crown? Haha.. Only Time You'll Hear "Sad'll, Reign".. Is When Listing 'Horse Riding Equipments' !! Ya CDs? Pfff.. No-one's Buying The Shipments, Cuz Honestly, Even Ya Best Line's Bleak.. Get Burned So Bad Ya Parts Can't Even Suggest ID... & As For Ya Crew? "Peek Ewe Losing It's Member"... Like 'Watching Operations For Transvestite Sheep' !! (Kayo) You're Less Tight, See? Which Is The Reason You Hearing The Slaughter Tune.. Claim You Gangsta But Umm... Son, Your Name Is Mamadou ... & As For Sexuality? I Seen This "Head Turnin Both Ways" Like Fuckin 'Road Safety Precaution Rules' !! I'll Bomb Ya Crew... 'Cut Throats Out' - Not 'Stealin Jewels From Rappers' When I 'Keep Bustas Neck-less'.. Even My Keyed Stuff Is Reckless - So One Punch Is Enough To "Leave Mama-Laid Out"... Without Forgetting To 'Clean Up At Breakfast' !! (Marmalade) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Die A BD'z aka Black Disciple Take Out The Blades n' He Winces, I'll Carve His Entrails - Now Watch Me Makin 'Em Minces.. The Kid's Too Easy To Beat - Cause Only Peeps To "Get Thrown When Assaultin Die" ... Are 'Arabian Princes' !! (Throne, A Sultin) With A Single Sentence.. I Cause Grief & Destruction.. Yet You Stay Comin At Me With The Bleakest Productions.. ((The Mindset Reeks Of Corruption)) .. Cuz Basically, You're "Ass-skin To Be Creamed" - Like 'Hemaroid Treatment Instructions' !! Hall Of Shame? Please, - The Induction.. Cuz, Nobody's Heard This Cat's Spits - He's 'Self Hyped'.. & Lacks Fans To Confer The Tracks With.. & 'No Truth That This Underdog Hammers Me', So Any Talk Of D "Nailing, - A Shoo In" Is Simply The "Work Of Black's Myths" !! (Blacksmiths) I'll Murk This Whack Bitch.. Til The Mere Flick Of My Wrist Has Him Instantly Quake.. Try To Justify That Ego, Ha.. The Whole Style's Got Me Thinking He's Fake.. Cuz This Kid Ill? Please, "He Only Made Out To Be Nice" - Like 'Kisses On Sympathy Dates' !! & D Be Sinking Your Fate.. So Don't Even Try Me Man - Ya Less Swift.. I'll 'Affirm The Reaper's High' While Battling, So Fight Me And 'Yah Death's Fixed'.. Ya Not Winnin, So Might As Well "Leave, Die-It's All Over - Ya Place" Like 'Untidy Anorexics' !! (Diets) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs SubtleT One Punch And I'll Seize Ya Bars.. Have 'em Creamed & Marred And Pulled Apart Into Measons, Quarks.. Cuz 'Fightin Me's Costly'.. And I Couldn't "See You A-Ford Warrin,-T"... Unless We 'Made Bets With Guarantees For Cars' (warranty) So Please Depart, Or I'll Beat You Senseless Til There's Not Even A Verse Left In You... Got Assigned To Battle Me? Sayk Wanted Ya Hearse Extra Soon... Cuz It's Obvious, You On "Emission To Get Left In A Box" - Like 'Sperm Residues' (A Mission) Ya First Lesson, True.. Even So, You Shoulda Known You Can't Punch Or Cook Dom.. Voters Might As Well Dub This Rook Gone, Cuz I'll 'Knock Him Down In Seconds' .. So Short Of 'Ordering Sandwitches' We Won't Be Seeing "Sub - Afoot Long" You The Illest? Nup, It Looks Wrong.. Truth Is, You'll Get Punched Insane.. Winner & Loser? Trust me Mayne - You'll 'Lose Faith After Battling Me'.. Have "A Pen Decide Us 'n Ya Die Agnostic" - Like A 'Doctor's Assesment Of Stomach Pains' (Appendicitis in ya diagnostic) I Puncture Frames.. So Quickly You Could Get Slain Twice Textin Me.. Cause Your Whole Style Is 'Garbage'.. Or Else You Just Aint Nice Next To Me.. But When I Look At You, All I See Is A "Bitch Producin Litter" - Like Fuckkin 'Canine Pregnancies' ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Novade aka Dark Side.. ((.. Vultures Begin To Circle.. )) . . . And, . . . As They Rip At Your Last Glands.. I'll ‘Treat Your Stomach With Increased Nautical Measurements’, - Til It's “Tide Up, In Knots” .. While I Administer Backhands.. - So Get A Grip On Ya Chance Fam; Cuz You Could ‘Hand Voters Screenshots Of Video Games’.. & They Still Wouldn't “Consider Ya Pic Of The Pac, -Man”.. This Is Ya Last Chance.. & Trust, You Won't Cope With The Cannonballs.. On A Run To Victory, No Stops - It's So Understandable; He'd Need ‘Money’ To “Make D-Pause-It”.. & That's Sewn Up In Manacles, Cuz He'll ‘Pay The Price For Texting’ Against Me.. When I “BillD.Ark For Every ‘Type’ ” - Like ‘Noah With Animals’.. I'm Canable, & My Bredth Of Attack Relates To A Vast Plane.. So Forget ‘Agoraphobia Cures’ - I'm “Able To Take You Out,Side” With Just A Taste Of My Wrath's Flame.. & Check When It's Due - See Ya Fate's In The Fast Lane; The Date Was “Set To Wed. - An Omen”.. Cuz The Only ‘Title You'll Take’ Is ‘His Last Name!!’.. It's Past Pain, When My Blades Are Begrudging His Whole Plight.. While I “Put An End To N’s-ink” Quicker Than Jive Giving ‘Justin His Own Light’.. & From What I’ve Peeped Of Him, Well, If It’s Somethin' To Go By, Then I'd ‘Compare His Frequency Of Coming Ill To Jesus’.. (Which Is) .. “Not Even One-Sin His Whole Life”.. Enough With It, No Hype.. So If He Acts Cocky D Stunts Careers .. And I'll Have His Tourney Run Like ‘Exiting Car Parks’ - When He's “Tolled To Get Out”.. Then Arrest's Where His Bodily Functions Near.. Cuz I'll End It All By ‘Discussing A Badly Behaved Horse’ .. & Watch This “Jock-Keys Bring Up The Rear”.. *On HHE His s/n Is Virtuoso, Which Is What Damien (D Omen) Was Formerly Known As.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Excel aka Illmatic & Ayperos aka Oddity.. ((..Vultures Begin To Circle..)) . . . Cuz, Uh.. . . . I Bring Peril To Finals.. (it's Dom vs Ex).. Ayperos Won't Even Compare As A Rival.. 'n That's Straight Up, He Should ‘Go Out To Seek-Rest’ - Not A Chance He'll Be Wearin The Title.. Cuz What's He Bring To The Table? Check Votes: “Poll-'a Tell Him Odd-Dishin' Up: Rubbish” - Like ‘Failed Applicants On American Idol’ .. So Prepare For Reprisals; Fate Glints In The Spotlight, When I ‘Arm My Flow w/ Budget Roast Condiments’ .. & Give You A “Watery Grave,E”.. While Ayp Is Injured And Hog Tied.. Then With A Quick Word, Y'all Are Symbols Of Lost Life.. Cuz “After The Frees, Ya Left To-Tally At A Loss” - Like ‘Symptoms Of Frostbite’ .. Progress Hindered, A Stop Light.. Cuz Dom Scars Them Readily.. So Fuck Embellishments, I'll Give You The ‘Bare Story’ - The “Goal, D Locks” When Drops Target Enemies.. Now Check Who's Rated The Sickest, Cuz Their Names Not Somethin They’ll “Fined, When They Scan-da-lists” - Like A ‘Con Artist’s Penalty’.. All Ex Got's Harmless Medolies, So Defeating Me Airs False, Hoaxed; Your Own Site Sees I'm Iller, So You Beating Me Where? Crawl Home! Or The Hearse, The Funeral.. You'll Need To Prepare All Those, Cuz My Vet Status A Given, While You “Still, Searching For The Stripes” Like ‘Quadraplegics w/ Where’s Waldo’.. I'm All Dope, Lookin Likely To Win.. Cuz Dom's The Pinnacle In Rankings.. While They “Come After 'All' ” Like A ‘Change Of Mind To Attend’.. n Their Hype's At An End If They Even Try To Contend, Cuz I'll ‘Treat Their Morale Like Captive Lions w/ Homesickness’ .. n Have 'Em “Missing Their Pride In The Pen”.. (& Then).. Start Bruising & Whore 'em Crudely.. w/ out ‘Relationship Dynamics’ - I’ve Seen “Ad-alter-E's Rec” .. - 'n The View Seen Is Born Astutely; Cuz Lookin Back, It Seems You Persuing A Sport Of Losing, So I’m Hardly The First To Knock Ya “Lights Off, Film Attic” - Like ‘Shooting A Horror Movie’.. (illmatic) Need More To Move Me (The Favourite).. Not Even Tooting The Horn, You'll Only See “Odd’s Against Me” In The ‘Battle’s Diplomacy’.. 'n It's Not A Truth To Be Scorned.. Cuz You Don’t Belong In The Finals Ayp, How You Even Managed To “Pull-It’s-Sur Prize-in” ... - Like The ‘Results Of Columbia Uni’s Award’.. Get Brutally Gored, Y’all Should Be Wary Of Blades.. Especially, When Ya Claims To Be “Ill-a'-straight False” - Like The Object Of ‘Pictionary With "Fake" ’.. And You Wanna Start Comparing Our Fames? Nah, Cuz Only Time You’d Be “Making An Imp-act, With Lines” ... Is By ‘Casting Fairies In Plays’.. Put Ayperos In Place, Since The Plan Is Bombin Fakes.. - You Up The Creek, & ‘Without Out An Oar, G’ .. “Everyone MayD.oubt” You’re The Man To Nominate.. Now Ya Fans Have Gone Away, & If Ex Took The Last Title? Ha, I’ll ‘Put HF’s Mascot In SnM Scenes’... & Watch It “Chain-Jin Hands, To Dominate”.. Now What's To Say? It's Over, Cuz Any Whore Who Knows Text Could See That These Bores Prove No Test.. Then, While Bullets Roar Through, Blow Chests.. I'll Kill Them With The Style They'd Sworn To Boast Best .. 'n Have Their Lives “Cut Off n A-Turney” ... Quicker Than ‘Courtroom Protests’.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Bang'Em .. As Every Slam Warps Your Life Span, I'll Prove Your Fifteen Minutes As The Greatest Sham Forged in Time's Sands.. Basically, You Won’t Win With That Ego Kid.. - Cuz Only Way You'd See “Bang: Cocky Victor” ... Is Meetin ‘Landlords In Thailand’.. (Bangkok Evictor) .. I've Planed Your Demise Fam.. - No More HHE To Entail Your Fake Wins.. So Better Learn To Take A Loss, & Stop Bitching When You Fail To Break Chins.. Seriously Now, You've “Throne Hissy Fits” So Much... You Could Be A ‘Royal With Tailored Snakeskin’.. .. Your Game's Thinned, - Quite Evident When Perusing Your Marred Text.. & Attempts At Wordplay? Please, “Give It Arrest” Like What Ima Do To Ya Heart Next.. Cuz If You Continue With “Four-Sing Ya Lyrics”... Shit, You Might As Well Write ‘Music For Quartets’.. (Did That “Gr, Ab Your'A Tension” ? … Rofl) .. I Thwart Vets, You Don’t Fall Under That Name, Hence Your Fight Plan Burns In Pieces.. I'll Plunder Your Veins, & As The Knife Lands Hurt Increases.. Your Final Hour Now, Cuz “Here, I’ll Give You Some Merr,King”... Without Quoting The ‘Wise Man's Words To Jesus’.. .. I'll Hurt The Thesis, If He Expects A Win.. Cuz His Dome I'm Soon Required To Smash.. & His Faction's Stuck On Lightweight (Truth, - Entirely Ass).. So Since Beatin Me's A Challenge, I Don't See “Hymn - RYEsing to it”… At Least, Til “His Crew's A-Choir-In Mass”.. (Acquiring) .. I'm Fire With Raps, So Before He Even Gets A Fist In The Air, Have Auth Sprawed On The Ground, & I'll Finish This Vixen With Flair.. Not Wise To Test My Lyrics, - Cuz, When He “Gets In My Face, I'll Push Bang's Aside” Quicker Than ‘Women When Fixing Their Hair’.. .. Dom's A Lethal Injection.. Sho Ain't Even A Hitter, So Minus ‘Stopovers In London Airports’ I'm Doubting “Heathrow’s Connections”.. & It Needs No Correction: You're Simple As Fuck.. So Only Time You'd Hear “God, Complex!” ... Is When Your ‘Ego's In Question’.. .. Better Meet Your Intentions: Leave The Site, Block the Entry.. There's No One To Ride You This Time, - Your Shortcomings Will Cost You Plently.. & Ima Leave You With That Thought, While I “Spell Out Who The Winner Is”... - And You've Already “Lost To M.E.”.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Sir V!n aka Price? ..You Got Nothin'.. . . . .. Kid's A Faggot, Unworthy To Clash.. Cuz When It Comes To Places, Im One'a The Greatest, While This Actor Just Scurrys To Last.. So How's His Lyrics Gon' Win This? When Only Place You'd See "Vin's Role: Dom" ... Is In The 'Fast And|The Furious Cast'.. .. All You Add To The Tourney Is Ass, Son Got Nothin But Stupid Forced Quips.. Shoulda Been Out In Round One, - How You Even Got Through Is Horse Shit! Cuz Far As Talent? Musta Got 'Approval For Animated Movie Trailers' ... - Quite Evident he "Drew The Shorts - Tick".. .. That's Right, Ya New Repore's 'Bitch'.. & Now Ya Life's Drain Is Triggered, Cuz Battling Me's A 'Headache', - The Flow Alone Could Strike Pain In Rivers.. And Since "We're Going To WarP.rice" ... Don't Be Surprised If "My - Grains Get Bigger".. .. You Quite Lame, It Figures.. & Against Me It's Apparent Ya Would Be Damned.. I'll Carve Your Inards & Have 'Em Shared Into Goody Bags.. - (A Souvenier) .. Ya Too Simple Kid, Cuz At Each Line You "Drawing Blank,-it's Over Ya Head"... As Though You Were 'Scared Of The Boogeyman'.. .. So Should He Scram? - Plain That It's So, Not Even Aiming For Votes Could Have Him Winning Through Bars.. & This Pawn's History? Strat, Black, Plague.. - All Of Them Been Ringin You Hard.. So Just Admit It - You "Beneath EO, Peon / Been Ethiopeon" ... Hah, Guess That Explains How 'Skinny You Are!'..* ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Stratisfear Did You Start Taking Oestrogen Tablets? I Seen Women With More Facial Hair Than You.. (( ...... Who Puts A Fag In Power? )) . . . .. I Voice Bruisings To Gay Men.. And Since His Feminine Side Deployed, Bloomed In His Face/Chin.. Well, It's A Tough Job Picking His Gender, - Looks Like This "Mod-Defied His, Secs Too Late" ... Kinda Like His 'Excuse To Avoid Losing To Graven'.. . . Smh, . . .. I Open Fast, Personal Onslaught's A Savage Ritual.. When I Mention Po & Naz, And Let Your Ghosts Expose The Faggot/Bitch In You.. Then I'll Compare Ya Sucess To 'Finding Ulcers With Medical Scans' .. You Only Won Ya Battles, "From CATs: A-Cyst-In You".. .. You Lack The Visual To See Me, To Easy To Undermine Ya Diction.. Got Ten-Fold Your Punches, And Like.. A Hundred Times The Wisdom.. So Against Me? You Wont See "A Lottery Sponsor Prays"... Unless 'Powerball Gets Funded By A Christian'.. .. The Thunder Strikes My Wrist Then, You'll Take Flight In My Presence - Opt To Leave Quick.. Cuz Ya Spineless In Essence, So Once Ya Back Takes A Knock From These Mits? Ha! You'll Be Needing More "Cairo - Practical Work" ... Than 'Hands-On Jobs in Egypt'.. .. High Time You Adopt The Thesis: Ya Steez Is Boring, Hardly Dope.. Already Got Ya Fans Sporting Mourning Party Robes.. Cuz WHATEVER You Type.. I Guarantee I'll Still Have "One Up On Ya Prints, S" ... Like A 'Horny Mario'.. So, .. Far As Presence? I'll Blaze Ya Rosters.. When I "Stare EO Down" Without A 'Broken Boombox'.. While Keeping Glock Contained In Holsters.. Cuz Claimin You Nice Is A Bald Faced Lie Strat - (Why's That?) - Well For One Thing, You Couldn't get A "Go-T Off, Ya Chin" ... Barking 'Orders At Asain Golfers'.. .. Now Taste Them False Words.. As I Have Voters Questioning-Why They Thought MY Level Was Where Ya Complexity Lied.. Cuz I'll Have You Scratchin Ya Head So Much In Battle.. Looks like The "Feat: Given U-Nits"... Like 'Conventions For Measuring Height'.. .. You've Never Impressed Me With Lines.. Reaction To Ya Thin Flow? - Shuddering.. Don't Think A Single Voter's Something This Bimbo's Coveting.. (And Therefore) - The Show's Over.. And I'll Make It "Curtains, For This Blind' ... As Though I 'Switched Up Window Coverings'.. .. So As My Mint Prose Smothers Him, It's Obvios Im Stronger Rap-Wise.. Adopted A Style Of Punches That'll Sponsor Blacked Eyes.. And I Won't Stop Til The "Kid's Pushing: Up Day-Zs" ... Without 'Infants Campaigning For Longer Nap Times'.. .. One Punch You'll Be On Ya Back Guy.. And I'll Be Taking The Crown & Win Then.. Cocky Fag, His Bars Are Garbage, How The Fuck's He Act Proud To Bring Them?! When It's Obvious I'm Leaving "StratForD - A-Struck-Chin" ... Like 'Assualts In Towns Of England'.. Originally posted by Damien Whored Truly, Originally posted by Stratisfear Whored Truly, Originally posted by Jrite B!tch Originally posted by Stratisfear B!tch Originally posted by Dominate's Usertitle Mr. Unfuckwithable Originally posted by Stratisfear's Usertitle Mr. Unstoppable (( .. Losing Is Non-Negotiable.. )) .. Even If He Barters His Hardest, He'll Still Get Plastered Regardless.. Especially, When His Own Style's Not Something This Bastard Has Harnessed.. Try To Act Like One Of the Greats, But All You Do Is "Reap,Reduce What Weed Do" ... Smh, You Might As Well 'Lay Herbicide After A Harvest'.. .. You're Far From An Artist, Cheated Your Way To Every Stripe You Earned.. And You Been Sitting On A Throne That By Rights I've Twice Deserved.. So Now, I'll Just 'Hire You As An Accountant To Do My Taxes' ... And Have You Thinking About How You "Were-King, 'fore My Return" .. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- vs Unfaded (( .. Now you procrastinating against me too?? .. )) . . Smh, . . .. I Come With Excellent Features, - No Bitch Shit For Glory.. Conversely, Un Gives Head To The Readers.. Or Fears An Opponent Taking The Top Spot, Then He’ll “Go 'n Stall, To Get Outt-a Number 2” ... Smh, Could Comapre Him To ‘Public Restroom Proceedures’.. .. It All Attests To A Cheater, Worth Nothing – He’s Prolly A Pawn.. & In A Clash Of Men He Seems Oddly Withdrawn.. Straight Up, He’s Pussy In Battles,.. So I Wouldn’t Even “See A Morgue Early - Challenge”... If I Took Up A ‘Dare To Peep Bodies At Dawn’.. (more girly) .. I’m Godly With Brawn.. An Omniscient Entity, Plus Some.. And I’m Ending Ya Luck’s Run.. - Can See You Attempting To Duck Son! Figures, Especially When You’d Only Hear “Bars: Adjust Nuts & Weld,Un” ... Getting ‘Machine Assembly Instructions’.. (are just nuts & well done) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Nawk0ut aka Count Rapula aka Colossal . . (( .. You Got Nothin' .. )) . . .. See The Damage These Words Do - When I Knock Him Unconcious, And He Stays Out Like Cancelling Curfews.. Kid Claims To 'Possess Heat', But Only Way You’d Find “Col Ownin A Mag.” ... Is Gettin ‘Samples Of Perfume’.. (Cologne In a Magazine ) .. I’m All Too Ample To Murk You,.. Leave You Bloody, Dismembered & Beaten... Straight Up C, I’m Endin Ya Season.. Thug 'Can’t Handle This Schooling', - Clear This “Guy No College G” ... Without The ‘Study Of Genital Regions’.. (gynocolagy) .. I’ll Render You Bleedin.. - My Thick Plots Get Foes Disabled.. Flick Of The Wrist, Got This Kid Hogged With Ropes n Cables.. So The Word 'Sonned'? For “Count,-A-Fitting Brand/Name”... Like ‘Making Rip-Offs Of Clothing Labels’.. (counterfeiting) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Yaboi Blacketh aka Blackuss De Betticc (( .. Here It Is… Your Opportunity To Finally Beat Me.. )) . . But, . . .. Dom's Blockin The Window, - Effortless.. While You Bend Over Backwards Tryna Win Like A Contest Of Limbo.. & Got No Guts w/ A Battle Verse, - Cuz Last Time I Saw “Yab Add Ab? Uhh...” ... It Was ‘Watching The Flintstones’ .. .. & As You Cotton Your Thin Flows, I'll Ammend Ya Menu With An Entré Of Dick So.. – I Don’t Need To Come Full Strength Against You.. But Even For A “War - Muppets/CZ” ... As Though ‘Hustle Had Conflict With Kids Shows’.. .. Plus Ya Topicals Stink Yo - Morbid, Bland.. Collab This Collab That, When’s The Last Time YOU Scored A Fan? Shiiit, Optimus Carries You So Much, You Might As Well ‘Reveal A Sex Change Through Hypnosis’ - Clear You “Under A Trance,–Former Man”.. .. I’ll Gore Ya Plans, Smack Ya Grill.. Show Black The Instruments Of Torture - & Revel In How This Faggot Squeals.. Then Slash His Stomach So Bad.. I’ll Have All Of “Bet Middle Erased” ... Without The ‘Singer Doing Track n Field’.. .. Get Slapped At Will, n I’ll Laugh As Your Ashes Incinerate.. Ya Verse Somethin I Been Known To Blast n Obliterate.. – Beat Him Once, & Now I Wouldn’t Pick Black “For Evening Out, - A Score” ... If He ‘Got Pussy After A Dinner Date’.. .. Best Pack & Move Interstate.. Cuz I’d Murder You Purely Out Of A Fervence For Fury.. – So Don’t Feel Bad You Can’t Keep Up w/ Me.. Just Know In Battle, “Sumarise, n Add Aqquit” ... Like ‘Final Words From A Jury’.. (Some Arise Inadequate) .. It’s Blurry, As I Attack The Thing For Exactly Which You Stand.. - Equipped w/ Daggers, & I Move So Aptly With The Hands.. So If You Plannin A Win, Well.. I Wouldn't Even “Bank: Con It” ... If You Were Dude From ‘Catch Me If You Can’.. .. Ya Mood Of Happy's Quick To Land, Cuz It's Ya Throat I'm Slicin Through.. Cold As Icicles - I'll Expose Your Pretence Of A Vet Til The Point.. Everything You've “Spoke Looks Out Of Place”... More Than ‘Comments On Broken Bicycles’.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs NYCSPITS aka Mike Roe Phoun . . (( .. Why Try? .. You Know History Repeats Itself .. )) . . So, . . .. - No Need To Avert Truths.. But This Time, Just Try Not To Weep When I Merk You.. Cuz When I 'Broke Ya Holds' Back Then - “You Bawled.. Now Roe Gain/Get His Locks Back?” ... Ha, Only On ‘Hair Loss Treatment Commercials’.. .. So Believe Me I’ll Hurt You.. Cut You Up - & In The Bin Goes Ya Kidney.. I’m Eons Ahead Of You - Won’t Even Glimpse Hope To Rip Me.. Cuz I’d Only See NYC In My “Classified Data Good - Few Years Back” ... Like ‘Secret Info Was Slipping’.. (class if I date a...) .. Skin Bone & Hickies – Fag’s A Weak Creation.. I’ll Strap Him To An Electric Chair, Flip The Switch & Watch Him Scream In Pain Then,.. And If That Aint Enough? I’ll “Turn The Watts Up To Sup,-Lament It” ... Like ‘Regretting Abbreviations’.. .. No Deviations, Just Damagin Bars.. In Every Aspect I’m Better, Whatever My Mandible Sparks.. I’d Even Beat You With A Topical Verse, But.. You Already “Found Zoo Loos – Too Difficult” ... Like ‘Trouble Locating Toilets In UK Animal Parks’.. ( loo - definition) .. I’ll Abandon Ya Parts.. Then For Fun Have Some Glue Negate It.. Speak Against Me? Ha, High Time That You Knew Ya Place Kid.. So I’ll Use An Axe To Have You “Silenced, - Send Ya Spirit Up” ... Now How’s THAT For Being “Mute,-Elated?!”.. .. So Who’d Debate It? – Out Of Ten My Effort To Break Him Down’s Three.. So Claimin He'll Take Me Out? Please.. How Could His Be Ink Mightier? When You’d Only See “NYC-Quill Overpower Me”... If ‘Medicine Made Me Drowsy’.. .. And How You Stating Proudly AP's Lousy, When You Repping Wack Cliques.. Untouchables? Ha, They've Just Recruited Every Last Bitch.. Seriously Now, I Could Watch ‘Aero Having A Cussing Fit’ ... And Still Not See So “Many Ass Tricks”.. (B*tch!) .. You Past Ripped.. Regardless, I'm Bruisin You Harder.. Smack You Sensless Kid! - There's No Use In The Armour.. Now You Can Do Nothing But Watch, As I “Billed On Your Losses” ... Without A ‘Fee From A Funeral Parlour’ .. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs DeMoNiK hookedonphonics2005: http://www.itshiphop.com/showthread.php?t=80707 hookedonphonics2005: we’d love to have you im_pissed04: naw, thanks anyway but I’m not doing the crew thing anymore .. Sought After, Dom’s The Most Potent Speaker.. And I Might’ve Joined Your Crew - As The Token Teacher.. But Judging From Your Spits? It’s “Wear The Biggest Pants, Ceasar” ... Like ‘Fashion Tips For Fat Roman Leaders’.. .. Leave A Broken Bleeder – Cuz What I Administer’s Crass And.. Fuck It, *&%#(*% $*^$%^&$ < Even That Shit Would Finish Your Ass, Man … So Whatever You Spit, I Could Just “Trump It With Symbols”... Like A ‘Two-Instrument Brass Band’.. .. n As I Hit ‘Em With Fast Hands, Won’t Hesitate To Hack His Spine’s System Through.. A Gory Death, I’ll Even Jack The Guy’s Vision Too.. So Basically, I’ll Give “Demon-Straight To God, With Blood” ... Like ‘Sacrifice Rituals’.. .. Cuz That’s The Price If You Lose, .. And The Trend Displayed In Ya Sig Isn’t Likely.. Not Showing Losses Is The Wagon This Bitch Kid Is Riding.. Seriously Now, Ya “Rec-Loose, With The Facts” So Bad... Might As Well Be A ‘Witness In Hiding’.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs CC aka !LL{wUn} , .. Believed You Could Win This? You’ll Stand Recanting, Cuz I’ll Return Ten-Fold Any Hand You’re Planting.. You Garbage Kid, Cuz Only Way You’ll Hear “CC - Quality”... Is If The ‘Klan Was Chanting’.. (cease equality) .. My Stance? - Commanding.. Simply Great With The Text, I Spit Flames You’re Unable To Best.. You’re A Joke Son, So Claimin You Vet? Like A ‘Process Of Stealing Food’ … I’ll Just “Take It, InJest”.. (ingest) .. So, Better Hope For Dead.. Or Get Some Help At Least, Truly Yours Is Woeful Text.. Cuz When The Best Feed On Ya Battles Is “WTF?”*.. It’s Fair To Say You “Kneed n Struck Shins, Badly” ... Without ‘Beating Someone’s Lower Legs’.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Final aka Bane the Oracle aka AMEN Originally posted by Final, after having his opponent DQ’d in the last round for posting 11 minutes late The way I see it, if you would of showed on time you wouldn't have to worry about any of this. is that not correct? People need to take responsiblitiy for their own doing. Except if that person is you, right? http://www.itshiphop.com/showthread.php?t=89525 << note due date & time he posted. Smh.. Final aka Bane the Oracle aka AMEN.. You’re a bitch. “Oh You’re Just Hating On Me, Everybody Hates On Me, I’m The Most Hated” Ha, .. Pathetic Kid. Yeah You Cop Some Abuse, but CLEARLY The Incentive’s There; Shit Talking, Bitch Moves.. & So Much For That Defensive Air - Seems You Suffer From A “Hippo: Critical Condition”… Worse Than ‘Zoo Animals In Intensive Care’.. .. The Inventive Flaire; Not Something He Could Hope To Be Amountin.. Copious With Doubtin, I’d Put Out A ‘Challenge For Him To Eat Me’, But We Wouldn’t See “Finance: A Written Digest” … Unless It Was A ‘Summary Note From His Accountant’.. (Fine Answer It n Digest) .. My Potent Spits Astoundin, And Now I’m Gettin Hungry To Slash Necks .. So Better Prepare For A Loss Bane, - Cuz Ya Style’s Too Ugly To Pass Vets.. So, If Winning Is Something You “Treasure - A Ball a’ Shit” … Like A ‘Dung Beatle’s Assets’.. .. Is He Gassed? Yes.. But Pit That Ego Against Me & I’m Tearin Ya Core Through, - It’s Inherently YOUR Doom.. Fuckin Nobody, Might As Well ‘Mock The Homeless Eating’… Cuz Ya Biggest Claim To Fame Was Having “Parady: Poor Chew”.. (Para Deport You*) .. Bars? Just A Pair Of These Bore Through - His Cranium, The Pain n Blood? Just What I Require This Fag Endures.. So His Demise Is Something I CAN Assure.. Shit, Even That Check In Was “My Cue ta cull – His Career” Like I ‘Hired Him To Give Me Manicures’.. .. I Rip These Amatures.. & What I’ve Penned? All Revere It.. This Kid’s Life Set To End In A Minute.. So He Might As Well ‘Try His Hardest To Meditate’.. Cuz Only Way We’d See “Aura Cologne A Battle” … Is If He ‘Struggles For A-Scent Of The Spirit’.. (Oracle Own) .. You Hear It? The Sound Of Your Death Train, Screeching As It Comes To Earth.. So Don’t Feel Compelled Bump Your Verse.. Cuz, I’ve Ripped Some Wack Kids Before.. But Like ‘Priests Bad-mouthing Rivals’.. I Gotta Say “AMEN… A-monks the worst”.. … Cha-Ching! *Got pinkslipped by Paradigm ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs NYCSPITZ Start Of The Plight - .. I'll Say It Straight Up: You're A Fuckin Farse In A Fight. Known You To Shit Talk, But Now You BITE To Get Your Bars In The Light? Smh.. Guess You Knew Ya Lines Were Wack, n Thought You'd "Cum Illa, With One Of Aer's" ... Kinda Like 'Prince Charles & His Wife'.. (Camilla, Heir) .. So Before You Charge In To Fight, Consider: My Hands Where Ya Life Is Resident.. So Forget The Hype And Sentiment.. YOU Know You Can't Beat Me, So Best You Can Do Is "Pray For A Par/Tied" ... Like A 'White Supremisist'.. .. & The Guy's A Specialist, When It Comes To Wackness/Apalling Brains.. Spent Years On The Net - & Not Even Scratchin The Hall Of Fame.. Plus I Beat You Twice Already Kid, So Now.. As Every Voter "Overseas, The Trip'll Take Place" ... Don't Think It's Just An 'Intenrational Holiday'.. .. D'll Have You In Ball n Chains.. Unnerved And Quick To Cover.. Creativity's Effortless, Got So Much Wit I'm Certain It Could Smother.. While You Seriously Dull - Cuz "No Kiddin, Ny-Keys LayBore" Like 'Protesting Children Workin In Calcutta'.. (Nike's Labor) .. Even Hurt Him With Another.. I'll Administer More Pain Avidly.. Mere Fact I'm Showing For This Joke Of A Textcee Is Of Course Plain Charity, But.. I'm Afraid I'll Have To Leave You "Foal-Dead, Early"... Like 'Premature Horse Fatalities'.. .. So Of Course They Challenge Me - 'Dom, Have This Whore Disposed With, Buddy". Sure. Of Course You Know It's Funny? He Talks A Big Game, But All I'd Need Is To Take His Net Away To "Leave This Peer-Amid, His Worst Fear" ... Like 'Agoraphobic Mummys'.. .. So Before The Show Gets Bloody, - Cuz I Tend To Just Shank Chumps - Let Me Mention How Worthless You Are Nyc, If You Ever Elevated? It Aint Much. So Depending On The Mood I'll Leave You "EmBarrist-'r Ruined Completely"... Like 'Marshall Mathers' Attorney Going Bankrupt'.. (Barrister) .. Ya Brains Suck. And You Ain't Got The Wits n Sleuth To Harm Me.. HF Contest? Saw Ny & Kaos Rippin You Apart G.. I Know It's Still Fresh To This Childish Bitch... But I'll Make Sure Losing A Tourny Is Something This "InfantReMember Foverer"... Like A 'Lifetime Commitment To The Army'.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Nightmare & Fracture (tag w/ Beyond) .. Game Over, Let’s Be Candid; You Have No Hope Of Winning Against Vets Who Set The Standard.. And Won’t Tolerate Kids Who Continue Textin Bland Shit - So When He Drops I’ll Put A “Blade In Fract, Just For Posting” - Quicker Than ‘Ex Cal Being Reprimanded’.. .. Wreck Their Chances, The Logic’ll Just Bruise Lames; Night Got Ate By Burden, Who Tox Just Gobbled Up & Chewed Same, << & I Could Continue For Another Hundred Dude’s Names.. But It’s Already Clear Like ‘Toy Necklaces In Cereal Packs’ – He’s “At The Bottom Of The Food: Chain”.. .. These Two Slain, So Frac’s Choice Of Partner’s Somethin He’ll Ooze Remorse With.. Honestly, With Someone Else You Mighta Made It To Round Two Or More Kid.. But “With Marital End, - Rite Here For You” … As Though ‘Apostle Was Supportive Through Divorces’.. .. Victors? Of Course It’s Dom & Strat, Bombin Fags, & We Bring Precision.. To Combat Frac’s Wordplay Which Clearly Is In Remission.. Originally posted by Fracture 'toxic, yuck/ ToX-Ick, Yuck' No Wonder We Got The Win Predictions, In Battle It Seems This “Gay’ll Force, The Word’s Out” – More Than ‘Awareness Of Wind Conditions’.. .. So Ink Ya Writtens, But No Amount Of Practice Means A Fair Fight.. Cuz Against Us, If You Faggots Even Dare Try.. Then We’ll Soon Be At A Funeral Hearing “The Widows Speak On You Gone” … Without ‘Cures For Frac's Recedin' Hairline’.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Damien & Aero (tag w/ Beyond) .. Dom’s A Wordsmith, Out To Fracture Rooks.. Spring Into Action If You Herb Kids Doubt You Catchin Hookes.. And Prove Ya Weak - So I’ve Got No Hesitation In Saying “You A Doormat, Dame n Aer” … As Though You ‘Worshipped How The Actor Looks’.. .. Winning? Nah You Cats Mistook, & Tieing’s A Hope That’s Not Valid Either.. Cuz Ya Not Poised To Get Ahead Aer, - Know That Ya Ballad’s Weaker.. Don’t Be Mad Though, I’m Just “Pointing Out, You On Ya Toes Getting A Leg Up” … Only When You ‘Posed As A Ballerina’.. .. What You Fathom’s Bleaker, Y’all Textin Is A Lost Career.. While Dom & B Are Toppin Teams, And Droppin Queers.. So It’s Only To Be Expected - We’ll Leave You Faggots Lookin “More Biddin, Battle!” … Without ‘Encouragement From Autioneers’.. .. Skill Does Not Appear, In Dame’s Audio - Son You Stink At Rhyming.. Ya Fat Ass Gasps For Air Every Bar You Bring Ta Mics G.. Seems Ya Not Even Fit Enough To Talk, Cuz It’s Obvious “When You Spit, It Takes Your Breath Away” … (Too Bad No-one Else Thinks As Highly!) .. .. Think It Likely - That Y’all Will Get Mangled And Hurled.. Someone’s Gotta Look Weakest In Battles, - It’s Just The Way It Unfurls.. So With That Said I’m Tellin Aero “You Suck, And The Bitch Is There-fore You” … - Not So Sure He Could Say The Same Of His Girl: Originally posted by Aero’s girlfriend on his BlackPlanet page I just want to say what‘s up and your verse was wack… .. We’ll Hurt ‘Em Bad, Doubt These Dudes Will Leave Alive.. Compared With Their Skill? Both Those Egos NEED To Die.. Cuz Many Have Tried To Talk Their Heads Outta They Ass, But Like ‘Electrical Repair Instructions’.. They “Simply Re-fuse To See The Light”.. .. Dame’s An E-thug, Redefined.. Since 04 All I’ve Seen Is Him Shit-Talkin Away .. Got No Respect For A Fake Blood, - Bitch Oughta Be Shamed.. So Instead Of Dancing, I’ll Put A ‘Code For Asian Cookers On His Tombstone’… - “enCryp Wok On His Grave”.. .. They Awfully Lame, And Their Lack Of Skill Is Compelling & Moving.. More To The Point, & Forgive Me For Yelling It Lewdly, But Against The Likes Of Me & Strat? I “Scene Aer Rated Poorly” … Similar To ‘Critiques On Story-Telling In Movies’.. .. Impaling Em Crudely, I’m Easily Topping Their Ammo.. Not Sure Why They Seemin So Cocky w/ Bland Flow.. Guess They Thought They’d Do Better Together, Since “They BOTH Got Sliced Alone, - Last Time” … Like The ‘Latest Sequels Of Rocky & Rambo’.. (Sly Stallone) .. You Opting To Gamble, With Ya Life When We Impart Divine Drops.. Don’t Even Start The Hype Y’all.. They Need A Miracle To Win – So Dame You Better Turn To “God n Let A Prayer In” … Cuz Last Time You Made HOF You Had To Rearrange “Ya Partner’s Line, Dog”.. \/ Originally posted by Aero I Stomp-Crew-Vets & they don't do Ciara Dances Cuz None of them Wan-To-Step!!! ( 1 2 Step) Originally posted by Damien, replying to the thread Aero said that in Collab Of The Month for December... Originally posted by Damien Worplay was sick...weed kill you, mean dick...everyone pretty much quoted the lines I liked...good drop, I like the way ya'll drop ya cyphers because it all fits together perfectly..even when someone falls off the next person picks up 9.8/10 Originally posted by Damien, a few months later My Name Always #1 When You Check The List, It's A Wrap When I Text A Diss And Unless You're Ciara? You Don't ‘‘One-Two Step To This’’ .. Take It Outta The Hall Of Fame, - Shit’s Sad As Fuck.. And I’m Sure He’ll Try Denying It Like “Oh I Forgot That Average Stuff ” … - Heard It Before, We’ve Had Enough.. You’re A Liar, - Condition Is “Path: Illogical” … Like The ‘Road You Chose When You Battled Us’.. .. This Faggot’s Bust.. Taking A Morbid Beating.. In Ya Battle w/ Strat It Was Nothin But Sordid Cheating.. & That Was The WORST DECISION I’ve Ever Seen, So Sayin You Won? You Got “Gall Fer Arguing Over That Split” … Like ‘Greg Norman’s Divorce Proceedings’.. .. Bodies Warped & Bleeding.. Won’t See Their Entity Healing.. Aer’s Weakest Of The Four, Ment To Be Kneeling.. So If Dame Had An Inkling They’d Win? Compare It With With ‘Tom Cruise Jumping On Couches’.. I Can Count “On Air, Oprah - Venting His Feeling” .. .. Sendin ‘em Reeling.. They Postin Savage Spits? Naw, These Homo’s Lack The Wit.. Got In To Round Two With Mostly Average Scripts, But vs Us You’ll Only Be “Getting Out Car, Cusses” … Like His ‘Friends Reaction When Omen Crashed His Whip’.. .. We’re Above You, That’s Just It - Toppin Yer Pyschology.. And I’ve Made Droppin Herbs My Policy.. Bring Ya Textin Days To A Close, So Basically, This Is The Point Where “Your Life: Flashes In Front Of Your Eyes” … Like A ‘Photographer’s Biography’.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ vs Demo & Tox (tag w/ Beyond) .. Demo’s Under Me, With Average Skills.. Got Nothin To Show For Years Of Struggling To Damage, Kill… So When This Fag Retires, It Wouldn’t Be “Allegin Dairy Past, Expired” … Unless He ‘Sued Companies For Rancid Milk’ .. .. One Bar & He’s Had His Fill - You Tail Son.. Actually Postin His Pic? This Male’s Dumb.. Cuz They Say Good Looks Can Kill, - & If That’s The Case, Then This “Man A Cure For The Dead” … - Like ‘Zombies Getting Their Nails Done’.. .. You’ve Failed Hun. Prepare This Tart’s Urn.. Couldn’t Beat Me Before Dem, So This Time Be Smart, Learn.. You’d Need To Elevate To Land A Punch, - But Only Way “Your Ass’d Come Up, & Sting” … Is If You ‘Suffered From Heartburn’.. .. Utter Garbage How His Art’s Termed, Whatever This Sordid Queer Vents.. Face Looks Like It Was Deformed w/ Shear Stress, .. So Trust Z, My Punches Going “Upside: Your Head” – Opposite Of ‘Comments On Your Appearance’.. .. Hence, My Potence’ll Vex This Herb.. Don’t Tell Me THIS Team Was What He Was Hopin To Best With Words.. Cuz It’s Clear From His Posts That A Father Is What He “Add - Myers, Diaz” … Without ‘Promotions For Shrek The Third’.. .. & Syn You Holdin No Extra Girth So Iunno Why Dem Wanted To Be In w/ YOUR Team.. Thanks To You Ya Tourney Run’ll Be Endin Shortly… Cuz ‘Baseball Rules’ Isn’t The Case “When I Catch, You Out – Swingin Poorly” .. .. We Winnin Surely, Cuz Ya Diction Is Fruity - So We Rippin Ya Duly.. You Seem Like A Virgin, & Ya Vet Status Is Borderline, So I Wouldn’t Be Surprised If “Syn A Madonna Fan” … Like ‘Installing Cooling Systems In Movies’.. .. Ya Vocals? I’m Twistin ‘em Crudely – You Get Murdered Against Dom.. I’ll Hurt You w/ Quips, Bombs... & Leave You Humiliated To The Point That You’ll “Never Show Ya Face Again” … As Though This ‘Bitch Converted To Islam’.. .. These Kids Gone.. It’s Over, Done Nice.. So If They Aimin For The Finals They’ll See Their Hopes Are Shunned, Sliced.. Cuz If They Look “On Ahead, This Pair a Site - Their Downfall” … And The Proof? - Tox ‘Couldn’t Overcome Lys’.. .. Sucks Right? When Tox Is Lettin Ya Team Down, - Dog Ya Suck! Y’all Taking Us? Haven’t The Brawn Or Guts.. Cuz Only Way You’d See “Ya Mustered The Strength – Syn Effective” … Is ‘Complaining Condiments Not Hot Enough’.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vs Bladed Thesis & Ayperos (tag w/ Beyond) Originally posted by Ayperos! bring the beef ladies, we'll bring the blades Smh… I Don’t Think So Buddy. Cuz, . . . .. We Takin The Final Glory. For Runnin His Mouth Ayp’ll Be Facin Reprisal Shortly.. That Quote? He’s Gotta Be Kiddin, - Cuz Only Way He Could Be “Solemn-In Saying He’ll Slice Kids” … Is Role Playin The ‘Bible Story’.. .. Blade, Ya Lines Appalling.. Wording? Plain It Sucks - You Shouldn’t Strut.. When I Could Compare Ya Lines To ‘Rock Bands Being Picky w/ Hotels’ … Cuz w/e Concept You Think Up - “The Fray’s-Inn’s Just Not Good Enough” .. .. Ya Shook Of Us.. Against Real Comp? No Way You Whores Could Keep Up.. Been Battlin No-shows & Assorted Weak Chumps.. So Sayin “Y’alL.earned Ya Place Here” ? … Yeah, Only When You ‘Find Out You’re Beneath Us’.. .. So Please Cunts, Turn n Just Run.. Bladed’s Wack, & The Other Kid Is A Turbulent Dunce.. At The Point Of Surrender, So The Win? You’ll See “April-Lent In It” … Without Asking What ‘Christian Festivals Occur In A Month’.. .. We’ll Turn ‘em To Dust – Their Lifeline’s Near Blown. Get No Respect Abusin Mod Powers Thinkin You A Wise Site Hero.. & Bladed “GiveInfractions - Over Nothin” So Bad ... You’d Think He’d ‘Asked Me To Divide By Zero’.. .. You Queer Ho, Ain’t No-one Your Art’s Phasing.. It’s Us vs Ayp, - You’ll Drag Him Down The Instant The Bar’s Raising.. Cuz Only Way We’d Have To “Look Up, & See Sol Assist ‘em” ... Is If We Were ‘Star Gazing’.. .. Amazing, How Much You Suck At Modding - Faggot Please, Give The UFL Back To Strat At LEAST. Cuz When You Took It Over? “Weary Col,league Didn’t Work” ... Like ‘Co-Employees Not Performin From Lack Of Sleep’.. .. You Tactless Geek. You’re Done, So Don’t Be Surprised At Our Winnin. Oddity Threaten Us? Not With Those Lines The Clown’s Bringin.. Shit, Only Way Peeps’d Find “Owen Timid Dating” ... Is If ‘Wilson Was Shy Around Women’.. .. Out Swingin, Confirmin We The Better Vets.. They Females, & Our Martial Arts’ll Leave Their Head In Shreds.. So Basically, You Bout To “See The MenUse – Jewdough On Them” ... Like We ‘Ate Out & They Shouted Unleven Bread’.. .. & Never Yet, Could You Call Ayp’s Work Inspired.. He’s Been Proven A Coward Who’ll Yeild To A Verse That’s Higher.. Cuz vs “ 'Yawned, Ayp-Run Away, n Shift Over” So Bad... It Could Be ‘Chefs Finishing Work When Tired’.. .. You Herb, Retire! A Miracle’s What You Need To Carry Ya.. Eons Between Us, & No Way You Could Leap The Barrier.. Cuz I’ll Make A Mockery Of You – Straight Up “Riddick Eulogy” Like ‘Funeral Speeches For Vin Diesel’s Character’.. .. No Peeps Ta Barrack Ya - Ya Less Distinguished, Face It. Saw Ya Drop Struggle For Feed When The Ink Was Wasted.. "Say Somethin Nice Or Nothin At All" .. - & That’s Why Everyone “Skip’s York Elaboration” ... Like ‘Sea Captains Explaining English Places’.. .. I Bring The Aces, Y’all Floppin Now. Ayp Struggling To Rhyme Syllables Is Often Found.. Shit Kid, Even If Your Life Depended On It I’m Willing “Tibet; You Couldn’t Use Small T’s” … Like ‘Grammar Lessons On Proper Nouns’.. Originally posted by Ayperos!, Re: My Round 2 verse Dope verse man, def. one of the best i've ever read from you or anyone for that matter more than likely Originally posted by Ayperos!, Re: My Round 3 verse Dom killed it throughout, very nice wordplay/concepts with great consistency.. .. I’ll Rip Their Marrow n Skin.. Ayp, How You Claimin My Talent’s Narrow Or Thin? When You Give My Verses Such “FreakWinT aClaim Son” ... That You’d Think Bladed Was Boasting The Cheap Victory vs. Aero Again.. (SMH) .. A Perilous End - These Chumps Deservin... Didn’t Make It To The Winner’s Circle, - It Must’ve Hurt Since.. So Ya Tourny Experience? It’s Too Bad You “Couldn’t Get It ALL Under Ya Belt” ... – Like ‘Ayp Tryna Tuck His Shirt In’.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vs NYCSPITZ .. Ya Truly A Losing Bitch.. & You Wonder Why? When Your Attempts To ‘Silence Opponents’ Been Proving The Stupidist.. – Cuz After Several Extensions, Then Bitching About Votes… You STILL “Just Couldn’t Stop Ky Yakking” … Like ‘Canoeing Enthusiasts’.. .. And Ya Room For Improvement? Shit.. It’s A Span That NEVER Ends.. Stupid As Fuck To Battle Me, I See Why This Man Is Hesitent.. Cuz I’ll Mutilate Him To The Point, That This “Idi-It’s A Revolt-In Sight” … Like ‘Security Warnings To Ugandin Presidents’.. .. So Abandon Sentiments For This Faggot’s Reminents – Cuz He Only Deserves Mention With Who’s Shit.. To Beat Him? Effortless, - My Intentions Are Fluid.. Dom's Got Plans To “Make This Dude Ate”… & Unlike Him I ‘Won’t Need An Extension’ To Do It! .. * .. Need I Mention He’s Ruined? Kid Ain’t Got A Hope In Hell.. Thought He’d Elevate Since Our First Battle.. Alas, Nope - He Fell.. Guess My Level’s Something He “Dozen Sea”.. So Punished Severly Is How I “ForCast SPITS In This Sequil” … & Nah, I Don’t Mean ‘Ocean’s Twelve’.. ( / for casts: pitt's) .. Overwhelmed? Its OK, Just Use More Dated Aim Quotes, Sure You’ve Compiled At The Least Ten.. Yeah I Lost To Shi - In 04!! You Hadn’t Even Arrived On The Scene Then!! Clearly, When Attempting Personals You Couldn’t Use “Re: (Sent Material) ” … If You ‘Replied To A PM’.. .. Higher Than Me?! When? With Any Trace Of Effort I’d Deliver Your Execution.. Certain You’d Win Again, Instead – You’ll Find Admitting Defeat Is The Best Solution.. So I’ll Have You Saying “Well, I Guess I’m A Monkey’s Uncle” … - Like I ‘Convinced You Of Evolution’.. Originally posted by NYCSPITS Your grammar sucks.... Originally posted by NYCSPITS Your grammar is atrocious Originally posted by NYCSPITS Your grammar disgusts me ... but Originally posted by NYCSPITS Okay I decided to listen to this objectly http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/objectly Originally posted by NYCSPITS I just now seen this ^?!? .. Quick To Get This Man Exposed.. & I’ll Leave Him Embarrassed To The Point It’ll Make Him Wish He Hadn’t Shown.. Hypocritical Bitch, I Might As Well ‘Nominate You To Repair Olden Day Record Players’ … - Cuz “It’s YOU Who Has To Fix The GrammaPhoun”.. .. You’re A Bitch & Fag - It’s Known.. Plus You Haven’t The Brains To Jack Me With Words Mate, Far As Strength? Well, MAYBE You Could Match Me The First Eight.. But “In The Long Run, That Brawn’s Not Good Enough” … Like A ‘Marathon Runner Unhappy With Third Place’ .. .. So Ya Having A Birthday! Cuz You’ve Just Been Sonned.. & Only Halfway Through The Verse, Chump Is Dead.. But The Worst’s Comin Yet – When I Tear Off His Crown.. & I’m Sposed To Be ‘Scared Of This Clown?!?’ Ironic, HE Was The One Who “Saw Sir-cuss, & Fled” ..** .. So With His Nerve Crushed Instead, I Can Hear Him Sayin “It’s True, Dom’s Above Me”.. Then I’ll Slice This Overhyped Bitch Til A Pitbull’s Not As Ugly.. All To Make Sure The Punishment This “Big Shot, Take’s Ample From Sting’s / Hits” … Without A ‘Tribute Song From Puffy’.. *** (take sample) .. So Think What This Issue Costs You, Roughly - IHH Won’t See A Faggot Have The Win.. KO When The Votes Come, & Don’t Even TRY To Send The Ballots Back Again.. Cuz History Shows “You Lose When You Try To Get Shit Discounted” … Like You Were ‘Bad At Haggling’.. .. Now This Man Is Straggling, & I’m Quick To Assail Him With Clips n Teccs.. – So You Leaving In One Piece? Please.. Not When I’m Unveiling Precision Text… “Bottom Line: You Just Can’t Make It Out” … As If You Were ‘Barely Failing A Vision Test’.. link to Aero accusing NYC of biting him Originally posted by Aero Meanwhile Strat’s Irate, Screaming "I'm Getting Murdered for Chr!st's Sake!!" Like Christian Martyrs.. Originally posted by NYCSPITS “For God’s sake, kill yourself” like muslim pilots!!!! Originally posted by Stratisfear I've seen Aero use similar for God's sake concepts .. I’m Known To Heckle Fakes.. So Trust Me, This Homo’s Rep Will Pay.. First The K. Odem Line, Now This.. Kid’s A Fucking Hopeless Vet Display.. Cuz All His Decent Concepts?? “He’s Just Taken Off, Pharoah” … Without Even ‘Reporting Moses' Getaway’.. .. This Joke Forever Stays In Front Of Screens - Lack Of Reality Should Discard His Pride.. Deluded With All His 300 Quotes, But I’ll Let Him Hold That Armor High… Cuz If He’s Leonidas? Then To Win I’ll Just Describe What He Doesn’t Do - … Simply, “Takes Part In Life”.. .. The Bars Are Ripe.. Kid Won't Get Far In Life Cuz The More I Spit, The More This Chump Pays.. Fucking Wackling, I Seen More Weight On Broads On Runway! Infact, It’s So Easy To “Make ALF A Bet, Lose” .. I Might As Well ‘Luck Out Gambling With Gordon Shumway’.. .. My Level? You Could Board It Someday, When You Figure Out How To Make Ya Verse Be Consistent.. But Right Now? It’s Too Easy To End Your Unworthy Existence.. Cuz I Post ABOVE Average, While You “Tend To Come Median” … Like ‘Eddy Murphy’s Assistant’.. .. The Distance? Not In Him! So When He Tries I'll Quickly Plunder His Aim.. & When His Verse Is Up, Compared To Mine In An Instant It'll Crumple His Fame.. So I Could Compare Him Posting To Superman... - Cuz “When Jus' Diss Is Done, He Gets Slain”.. (Justice, Gets Lane) .. Rankings? None Under Your Name.. So It's Your Rep The Malice Is Embracing.. Get Overthrown If You Owned The Throne, Though I'm Not Convinced That's The Status Which Ya Placed In, - But If ‘Friends Don’t Let Friends Force WP’… Well, I Guess You ARE In “A Pal-less Situation!”.. (palace) Originally posted by NYCSPITS I underestimated him and came with a weak 50-60% strength verse against him which is why he prevailed Chea fam. Know that I didn't go 100% vs aero.. know that I WILL come 100% Against you. Be ready for mad cartoon references fam Ha! .. I Fuckin DARE You To Spit It, - You’ll Wind Up Losing Of Course.. Cuz In Just A Matter Of Seconds & I’ll Have You Oozing Remorse.. When You Watch That “Anna: Maybe Wasted” … Quicker Than ‘Nicole-Smith At The Music Awards’.. (FREEAAAKIN GEEENIUS!) .. It's A Bruising Galore! & When You Attempt To Save Face, That System I'm Seein Through.. Got The Foresight For You & Ya Pitiful, Weak Excuse.. So I'm Equipped To Leave ANY “%, You Wrote-Ate” ... It’s A Sign - I Had “Da-vision For Beatin You”.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vs Burden aka Hades, You Can Duck, or You Can Die . . . Cuz, .. Your Options Are Thinning, Only Takes One Bar & I’m Stopping Ya Winning – Let You ‘Jack Off To Stallone’s Debut Scene’ - & “Get Off To A Rocky Beginning”.. .. Not Even Kidding – Kid’s Wack, Let His Site Down At RF, We All Remember It - Mods Sayin “Ha’s Over Dubai Too Much” w/o Criticizing ‘Weather In The Emirates’.. .. A W? Forget It Kid.. You Got A Feeble Offense, Punches Not Seemin Immense - So Only Way You’d Hear “HaStings n Battle” ... Is Talking Bout ‘Medieval Events’.. .. He’s Unbelievably Dense, So Seein Me? Nah, He’ll Get Mangled n Battered - Cuz I’ll Put “Mace In Burd’s Eye” Worse Than ‘High Camera Angles On Rappers’.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vs 2nd World/The Sunday Paper & .Ilahi Endin them early, Sunday’s Head Bowed in Shame – he knows he’ll never be worthy So Paper View won’t get off the Ground, like the Last Attempt at a Tourney & Il is pennin’ absurdly, so voter’s Score Outta Ten for that garbage he peddles? They ‘A warden Iterating: Zero’ like Prison Bosses Repeating Tolerence Levels Not crazy but I don’t see y’all on the level – Originally posted by .Ilahi I got enough weed for another tourney Please, get sober - ya plan’s hit the wall Cuz you’ll be out in round 1 with ‘All the Green LeftDover’ like White Cliffs in Fall Never get applause, so a KO is affirmed certain - once you hearin’ the Third Person And in that case, I gotta say Dom is rap’s ace & he’s makin these herbs curtains & makin the hurt worsen, I’ll keep the Memory Vivid so Forget Electronic Stuff guys But this Part Of The Battery gon’ Stick Out, and that’s Only On The Plus Side (link) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vs CZHustle & Diso Only need a bar to finish Dis, British bitch is indisputably weaker, so just for steppin’ to yours truly & C ya gonna see a “PomPayUs, With His Life” - like before the dude was defeated by Julius Ceasar We stoopin’ to see ya - it’s evident D, I’ll come with effortless steez, KO CZ, & you’ll be on NEGATIVE three.. cuz you could Deliver Men Owing Money to Logicians, & still not “Bring a Venn Debtor to me” You levels beneath, should toast to ya saviour, cuz round 1? Jesus’ lazy post was what saved ya.. & even then, you so wack it only took “half the bars to make a close call” like Bad Reception Phonin ya Neighbor I’ll openly flame ya, no chance of you hurtin D, but I have to use courtesy - cuz facing me takes ‘Guts, for Sure, gotta Show Respect for that’.. & that’s why y’all losing with “Abs Salute Certainty” So plan some afternoon surgery - I’ll damage ya crowns.. Despite ya belief C, holdin interest aint a talent you’ve found.. You been “Led astray, dog - you puttin cats to sleep” like Workers at Animal Pounds Knock ya mandable out, I’ve mastered the art of death.. C fronts like he the hardest yet.. he’d Soil himself against the Weediest kid, & couldn’t Plant a punch – hence the need for a Security Sign in his Garden Bed Hustle’s truly a vet.. psyche. not to mention the dubious sex life – an undisclosed gender cant viewed in the best light.. what I make of it’s like appraising Indonesians’ clothing - “A Sumatran’s Vest Tight” .. Who texts light, bitch or male.. the last battle in ’06 was frail.. No Bite to turn rivals victims - C been all talk ever since he paled.. so when he tries to “Diss ‘Em, Bark his craft” – it’s further proof ‘His Ship Has Sailed’ And spits have failed, even the best drops reek of an average herb.. yes y’all, D is a saboteur.. I take head shots - & the way my fists ‘glance into the temples’ it’s no wonder you “seeing a mass occur” You lack w/ words. Have ya lifeline skewed, chopped & changed.. C can’t manage a kill - in duel? soft & lame.. Yea he made it to round 2, but “Alas-can go no further” - since “Hus-keys won’t pull, off a slay” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vs Ayperos & Beyond Against me you avoid wins.. They know it - since lookin for tag partners both leeched on my groin when I posted their names with like thirteen other poised men.. & Strat even ditched Kyz to team with the boy then! Guess I had them thinking like ‘queue etiquette’ ~ “If You Can’t Beat ‘em, You Join ‘em” . . . Chyea… Strat was a non-entity – lame & keying light, soft.. So Ayp, this the third 3-way final where I’ll aim to beat ya lights off… & you wouldn’t see the “Pattern Desisting / Pat Earned Assisting” ... since you STILL haven’t layed “acclaim to seeing I, dog” Ya keys what I scoff.. I hit double with the winners, - likely to pass you … While you couldn’t guzzle kids for dinner .. if they were fried, steamed and hashed too.. Forget vets, you’d even 'Struggle with BigInners' ~ like the rhyme schemes you CAN’T do & this fag dude.. been on my jock since like a life ago… To cut him off I’ll slice his eyes & nose til his face what dykes don’t like to know… So, we could talk about ‘Grain From The Northwest’, but he’ll just be another “Rider I’ve Denied a Ho/Rye Derived In Idaho" Ya rhymes a joke, even your own mother aint proud of ya spits.. And your efforts to cause chaos in battle? Aint amounting to shit.. so Only way you'd see ya "speech given deter moil" is if you talked Jewish Celebrants Out of a Bris In my element, bound for a win.. Against A & B you'll See D Easily give 'em an F.. & BEEN Ayp's Idol, like seriously kid, give it a rest! Cuz it's obvious you wanna be "Mya Print is so Bad" it could be Singers getting Ripped in the Press You a pitiful pleb, against pinnacle vets with a menace to fear in brawls.. You EASILY the weakest here, so better adhere the calls.. Yeah you had a couple wins to get here, but we'd only "see your ass best us, and get two more" if exposed to the carcenogenic material Strat peddles the queerest drawl, & the way he denies truth is weak.. won’t Inflict a Bar with THAT build – but once again he’ll try foolin peeps.. Cuz closest he’ll get to being able to “Pass InSizeOr, WreakLines” is when he “Lies, Threw his Teeth” It’s true you cheat - to keep ya status.. you looked better before it. Don’t you get it? You’re respected no more kid – I mean, on the “Scene Your Reverence, Alone been Declined” so bad, it’s like Mexicans’ Trouble w/ Gettin’ a Mortgage (senior ever rents..) So better to forfeit, cuz the FACTS don’t lie – I’m PAST dope lines, facing me is an Uphill Battle - and you’ll find the “Incline’s Too Much Here” - like the very Reason you HAVE No Life You asshole, die! You ain’t bringin a single thing down.. Saw ya period on RB – attemptin to son kids with simple swings now.. & I thought that ‘TermMight be Succesful’ … Well, 20 odd votes sure has “Tim Birth In Doubt/Timber Thinned Out” So think you’ll win? Wow.. you in dire need of consulting. Got nothin but forced complexity – don’t fry or even insult peeps.. inadequate to silence foes, so that “Wordplay Mutin'Us?” Yeah… cuz “YOUR ENTIRE STEEZ is revolting” Seething & baulking, when dubbed second to aer in short – it’s prolly the whole reason he sulking.. Talk about jealousy, dude’s “Way Past Green, & Needa Chip off - the Shoulder Sooo Bad” ... I might as well be Critiquing his Golf Swing You easily folding, the crudest lines topple you. Dumbing Down to get ahead? That’s stupid, why bother dude? Cuz in battle when you “Try Angles, you couldn’t make One Side of it Greater than the Other Two” … unless you Drew a Hypotenuse You got a lot to lose, beginnin w/ temper when you see who the verdict favors.. when the win in is question your composure just swerves & wavers... so in that case, you can prepare to be “Fuming Again stRat” worse than exterminators Superb with papers, I’ll serve ‘em major - my steez not somethin these chumps touchin.. get ate quick like a rushed luncheon.. don't act surprised, when "extolled how the shit'd go down" so accurate it coulda been "praise for a toilets flush function" |
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NBL Season 13
Vs Josh S
With that brand of wackness there’s no chance that this man is a winner Fuck praise. If Josh gets ‘attaboy’ he’s pitchin him candlelit dinners He likes girls swole and beefy.. really wants that nookie to POW He takes his women like the wp memo he missed – butchery’s out Shut the hell up, peasant. Stop thinking that talk is smart You need to dial back that faggot shit like u had a missed call from Barc I’ll have ya soul leave ya body when I pull up n blast ya kid The mac or fifth. When it popularise a ghost.. It wont be like Casper did Or get flamed w/ molotovs & flawlessed if u reckon to stop me I’ll break a bottle off. The Glasgow into ur neck & I’m gettin off Scot free |
Tag Tourney - Omicron Variant
Vs TransAction (Zelph/Dia)
Zelph shows Aero his Tinder profile Zelph: Look Aero I made a page!!! Any advice? Aero: I doubt you take my advice but... NO HEADSHOTS, & dont act desperate if you wanna get laid today Zelph cried out "Oh God, please swipe right" I'm like didnt HE? With a razor blade? Life’s hectic, but when a day goes by I swear I wouldn’t do it differently For Zelph, when a Dago’s bi he thinks “THIS is why I moved to Italy” Eviction’s mom gets dicked down and dumped quick cuz that vagina’s the stupidest That bitch seen more pump & bolt actions than ANY rifle enthusiast & you live in a dank basement. Team gets no attention cuz you bland/basic TransAction’s getting looked over… Dia’s mom every month w/ his bank statement Vs Answer/Bare Ryu Aer & Dom bout to ride on this bitch. Rifles & clips When we pull up to squeeze the metal together trust these guys getting ZIPPED Murder these insects for nothin if I feel like bucking the can Treat em like mosquitos - if I feel the itch & clap at em it’s gonna be blood on my hands Laser aim for precision, then I’ll empty the clip & stall ya world Hit the red dot on Answer & let it ring out - top responses when he calls a girl Put a contract out on Bare. Have him jumpy & clammed up w/ sweat Street Fighter: got Ryu’s hair standing on end over a band on his head Rugers flexed. If we runnin outta ammo we clubbing this dude to death After we hit this Bare mark it’s gonna be stocks crashing through his head Grip the 12 & it’s nickel. Or the sub come out & start shelving some cripples We got a problem kid? You’ll hear a BRAT with the Tommy … Angelica Pickles You’re timid & scared. Running’s useless – give in to despair Doesn’t matter how far ya roam Ans, the sniper’s equipped for long distance affairs You look ridiculous fam. Those ears are far beyond laugh worthy People been doubling up when facing you wayyyy before any tag tourney Change your style you fucking mutant. You’re never brutal w/ bars Even your wife says to fuck w/ a switch up - she’ll only have sex w/ you in the dark You watch Disney for punches, c’mon bro that's old & fake Write about what your kids really watch: a failed comic who can't control his weight vs Jayson Fresh/evaD No faking or bluffing - I take aim & get straight to the bucking Going innnn with the 9mm. Jay does the same when he’s fucking Anxious about who your girl sees - you never stop w/ the cappin You’re trying to keep her circle small. I’m looking at her anus & it’s not gonna happen She wants me to choke you to death – says she likes you less & less, square Kicks YOU out the house … But tells ME “get that breath of Fresh, Aer” & look, we could spar to the death… But you’ll get taken apart at the chest I’ll land some lefts then have you dead to rights when I put your heart in arrest I’m in the club getting loud. Rounds of shots - Sambuca then bourbon Dave’s yelling TURN DOWN FOR WHAT … at the 100th woman to curve him My hired guns know what the guap bout. One call & it’s an all out feud Fuck a soccer avvy. If there’s a name & a number w/ MY shooter, he got an arm out too Your girl is insecure and says she wants these fingers fast & hard Takes three digits in the back for validation – she in my contacts list as MasterCard People cheer when they see me & say I’m the greatest to air it If YOU hear hoorays in this bitch.. someone threw shade at your parents vs Blue Bayou/Zuch Compared notes w/ your wifey Blue. Yaaa that gal & I riffed I had you pegged you as a loser. She had you pegged as a Valentine’s gift She’s texting me in code & trust me it isn’t for nada There’s layers to that eggplant… I call that shit a moussaka Heard y’all struggled conceiving & it’s what you found the hardest Threw ur kids into those walls repeatedly & only one that lived came out retarded Yeeeeesh @ that baby’s face. Even its mother can’t view it and bond If you thought Barc wordplays looked bad wait til you see what that uterus spawned Send my shooters to ya house. I give a fuck if your child’s home They’ll point, wave & clap in the crib … your kid won’t be reaching those milestones & ya wifey breastfeeding? When I’m done w/ her it’s over Blue I ain’t joking dude. Better hope your kid likes formula as much as your voters do Last round verse was garbage. How these dudes prevail is a joke That was the biggest whiff I EVER saw, except when Zuch inhales through his nose He walking round with that giant beak taking in twice the smells When he sneeze the response isn’t “bless you” it’s “the power of Christ compels” Thinks he’s Scarface w/ that ‘caine charge.. won’t catch the delusion stressin me If he’s yelling SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND he’s wing-manning for Blue aggressively And pouring wine as a job just proves he’s a loser to death Serves full bodied reds alllll day but can’t even show up against User & Seth An East European & a Canadian… these two losers are sooo nerdy I said Blue w/ a gun was jokes worthy. My bad, - he’s carried a Pole this whole tourney If my investments dip I turn the numbers around – you’ll see my green get bougie Last time Zuch turned numbers around the calculator screen said BOOBIES The wound won’t heal for a longgg time after I come for your paper You gotta keep it under wraps for months like Jaime did about fucking the neighbor Now she’s out there whoring for heroin money and reeeeally doesn’t look arousing She’s taking pole after pole and staying on that horse like she’s good at jousting Go ahead & bring the Australia jokes. Keep thinking those lines are clever B Let’s be real - you making it to the finals is a bigger Croc than I could EVER see You ain’t beat me in a decade Blue. It’s nothing new – you need to lie down Record against me’s some white girl drama… you literally can’t Even right now |
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Rapworlds 2003ish
Vs Iron Barz
Forget sparking-your-science, there's absoloutley no charge-on-this-i(r)on U cant "relate" a line to me, even though i fathered-your-style// Carnage'll-pile when i knock-Irons-face-in, I only need a short drop-but-it's-wasted Kid can't take a "cut" of this victory, his style is copy-and-pasting!// Bitch got nothing but recycled-rhymes, you'll only know a "bar" when declined-from-site It's no wonder that you look "fishy"......you've been "caught biting-lines"// This guys-gone-white when he posts a verse, cuz his stuff is written spiritually Elaborates when i tell him to "bite me", this kid'll take it literally// Ripping-this-G with flying-colours, you cant even define-your-punches Son your "rain" on here has ended, and it looks like Irons-rusted Vs Benton Quest I leave opponents-delirious with blows prone to be potent-and-serious Quest's "ass can elevate" here, cuz he's "bringing up" only-the-"rear"-in-this// I was born dope-and-adhered-wit-it, shiiiiit - I'm practically-perfect Benton's punches don't "strike", but none are actually-"working"// yer entire faction-is-worthless, and your verses make it clear-you're-gay I'll sear-this-pain in you so bad, only thing you'll recieve "first" in here-is-aid// ~ After I open-ya-liver, choke ya throat and split ya dome-with-a-sickle this kids "perfected lameness"........like a fuckin "utopian-cripple"//(*) This kids disposal-aint-fickle, youd have more chance at a two-week-abortion Cuz I "radiate" more "sickness"......than a detonated "nuclear warhead"// I'll leave this kid distorted, cuz i put a "spin on this" like-a-"fast-bowl" even packing a "four-fifth", id still say this guys-an-ass-"whole"// these lines'll-smash-foes, ive been nice - but its time-that-you-go You can't keep "tabs" on me, so you can't "disalign"-in-my-prose// (diss a line) your likely-to-cope as a "stand up" comedian, cuz your "errection size-is-a-joke" And you've just "landed this L", like "coming down" from a "high"-off-of-"dope"// Vs MCD I’ll smother-dreams of victory and crush nothing short of a dozen-spleens Even before D joined Civ~ILLians, he “played for the other-team”//* I’ll Crush-ya-teeth with your own verse, then make you “eat-your-words” Oni ain’t at all a “bad seed”……cuz he’s "grown to be-a-herb"!!!// D needs-to-learn a lesson, I’ll sit-him-down-and rip-this-coward only time he dropped a “fresh bar”... was in a prison-shower// (bar of soap) my scripts-have-power and I’m-disdainful, cuz all this faggots lines-disgraceful This shits like choc/wheat biscuits…only “one side-that’s-tasteful”!!!// hide-ya-face-with a torniquet, your anger's just proportionate... to the lack of humor you find in it, when you get a “kick out” of the tournament// It's unfortunate that ya flows-not-felt, were all the caps supposed-to-help??? You couldn’t get a “double-you”(W) if you fuckin went and cloned-yourself!!!// nearly choked-when-dealt this match up - this kid almost pissed-him-self and though you only have "soft material", ya shit just isnt-"felt"!!!// this kid-gets-dealt in four lines, nah fuck that he's dead-in-three Your jealousy of my skills is, the only way your "getting-green"// (green with envy) I'm the best-you've-seen, I'll make-this-cabbage's rep and name-vanish Ripping retards is easy...and “Em’s CD” (MCD) has “Brain Damage”// Vs Hemlok There's no doubt-in-this-thread that this kid's about-to-be-wrecked Hemlok's like a "beached whale", against me he's "out-of-his-depth"// Im the sound-of-your-death, and-I-know this man-will-choke Cuz "Hem's afraid" on this, like this battle is tattered-clothes// (hems are frayed) The fact-that-no one laughs at you is because you're past-a-joke If you "got the drift" of my script, you still couldn't "grasp-a-flow"// Ive surpassed-a-throne...Im a GOD that'll knock-ya-face-in Your drops-are-basic bitch, and you "aint shit" like constipation// try to "hold" a conversation, but your too weak to even-lift-it completely-"missed my point", check your status, you need-to-fix-it*// Vs Jynx Watch me maim-and-take-life from a liar who claims-his-game's-tight I'm bout to "break this Jynx", and I don't need to say-a-name-thrice// Take heed or pay-a-great-price, drop shit and I'll make-you-taste-mine Ya doomed to "lose this hand", like a child that plays-with-steak-knives// I'll take-up-eight-lives cat, leave the last so I can keep tormenting-you Don't "make a spectalce" Jynx, it's "easy to see" ya verse is empty-through Whackness is the best-you'll-do, this kids so poor he begs-for-food "Make a name" for yourself?, you can't even spell it correctly-dude!//* You're presence in it wrecks-ya-crew, my dick'll split ya neck-in-two You might as well be in check mate, this "king's got nowhere left-to-move"// Vs Yur Worst Enemy This fruit’s tryna take the limelight, he’s been round talking-us-down, -yet fifteen minutes of fame ain’t get you a “quarter-of-OUR”-rep I’ve slaughtered-renowned-vets, and now I’m just bored-when-you-spit While my lyrics be “growing on you” more than the warts-on-ya-dick I’ll torture-this-kid, have him drawn quartered and torn-from-his-limbs Enemy practises ‘safe sex’……’cause he marks the horses-that-kick I’m scorching-ya-clique, this lame-just-stepped to take-a-vet Your spits get little “interest”…… so learn to “save-ya-breath” trust I’ll break-ya-neck, aim-and-press and spray-the-tech And if you leave without a “nick” you only need your cable-checked So channel your thoughts to elevating, cuz your level-is-whack-bitch Enemy’s only ever “on top” cuz he has a fetish-for-fat-chicks you getting-attacked-with…… skills that are gracing-perfection How you gunna take me? You can’t even take-a-suggestion you crazy-to-venture this battle, now you better pray-for-exemption you weren’t just hit with the ugly stick, you were raped-and-molested so what have you got~me~hyped~for? His ego will trigger-defeat When I bring him “off~his~high~horse”, quicker then Christopher-reeves This herb’s~spouse~turned~gay, and he must be physically-weak cuz he tries to “work~out”~wordplay, but cant flip a “nice figure”-of-speech Don’t test the illest-of-steez, your text-is-wrung with dreadful-puns and your attempts at wordplay are less successful than ya moms contraception-SON my skills are next-to-none, you’re just a child who’s getting-abused cuz you don’t need to place a wager for me to get the “better”-of-you start accepting-it-dude, now that you’re losing-you’re-shook Your crew pulled the “castle move”, cuz now the “kings” are moving-with-“rooks” I ain’t even stooping-to-LOOK at you, I’m easily dropping-ya-clique getting fame you’ve had no~luck, you couldn’t “blow~up” if you copied-ya-bitch I’m more ‘flawless’ than bottomless-pits, I went easy, this weakling-got-lucky So fuck your signature bitch, mathematically speaking:-you’re-nothing Vs Aero this hoes a gelding and Im homophobic so watch as I smoke n melt him Was gunna do a “U lost to someone” line but all the options were overwhelming promotes himself quick like “Im nice b*tch!” …Trick!! You a joke honest and the way you hide ‘swearing’^^ its no wonder you don’t show ‘promise’!!!* You don’t want it with me son ya season’s over - ya demandin service bland with curses cuz ya lyrics hold less mass than abandoned churches!!! Ya stagnant, worthless, if you had a purpose it’s to stand under me Chump must be pro cigarette corporations cuz he likes fags company!!! Lad’s up to me? Nah, he’s whack and only recognition's from talking a lot Appalling with drops cuz judging tennis the only time he was calling the shots straightness: all that ya not, closets open - he’s a fag and insisted on telling Cuz he plays ‘on the utha side’ n I don’t mean when he listens to Nelly!!** Im above you! Like CFCs im fuckin air up, tear guts when I envoke spills Could be good wit TV controllers but you wouldn’t have remote skill! ya no thrill my flows ill so when a track's dope its usually when im on it truthfully and honest kid you've seen more 'boos' than alcoholics (booze) I'll bruise you wit the phonics and rip and serve ya fickle verbs shouldn’t expect big terms from him cuz aero’s a man of 'little' words u christened a herb...skills? You the nadir - put simply you under me dunny cuz selling me chicken pens the only way I get a 'run' for my money!!!!! ya done, & its funny, left punctured and bloody Im holdin the weapon foldin ya efforts cuz ya drive only gets a thumbs up from hitch hikers goin to heaven boldest expressions, I flow with aggression demented wit killa verbals victorious? forming a crew with me the only way u enter the Winner's circle Vs Ill~lycit I’m easily defeating-his-thesis, the only “head he could beat”-here’s-his-penis He “doesn’t know how to be Ill” (Ill~licyt), so this geezer must be-an-amnesic// Exceeding-ingenious in rhyme-so-hold-tight, like flat tires your lines-“don’t-roll-right” You don’t just em-body whackness, you take it to a “mind-and-soul-height”// I might-dissolve-lines with acid, just to neutralise your “basic”-verses When I maim-this-herb-it’s “far from fair”, cuz the clown escaped-the-circus!// deflate-your-purpose when I cork-this-bitch, all your doing is talking-shit And your “flow is more inconsistent” than……a menopausal-bitch!!!// Call-in-sick again kid(*), cuz you don’t got-nuff-talent to cop-the-ballots This kid’ll “drop off tight lines” like a rope walker that lost-his-balance// Stop-the-battle contorting-your-neck, battling me is a calling-for-death Anyone who says you can rap well must be “pulling” much more-than-your-leg// Vs LyrikalTrauma (crew) If yall could 'grasp my lines' youd get arrested for 'possesion of dope' These fake thugs 'aint got weed', desperate fools invested in 'hoes'// My complexity grows ominously, til it knocks ya teeth off centre Which is cool, cuz no-one's 'feeling ya spits' but your dentists// Fuckin dumbies dont get this, like a bankrupt salon they outta condition Ya crew thinks it's 'bad to the bone'? Nah, it's just calcium deficient// Invision this: three quick shots, I'm not the type who condones violence Only time yall fucked someone 'up's when you bent over for that co~pilot// Got the legs on ya hoes divided, so just go home and dial~for~porn And fuck the fee for this lesson sons, I owe ya moms child support// Vs D-Illar-1 It’s plain he’s under me so a no~show’s all that could save me sonnin D So as far as foes~go I’ll make frank rue P like exchanging currency! No acclaiming sons-to-be, u’ll get no~votes & then be handed last place Cuz havin a stand for ya cooling system only way u have a fan base Key? Ha! This cat’s fake! U got more drafts than cold spots wit rackety doors & u up the creek without a paddle, cuz son… you can’t handle the or! Flows? I’m trampling yours, & damaging more to make the note profound: The games are over now cuz like playing poker I’ll take the joker out Note the crowd, urs is absent! Ya wack shit just isn’t obeying the tastes So keeping ya virginity’s the only way you could claim to be chaste (chased) Ya blatantly fake & I’ll end~it~with~force so trying me just seems illogical & ya steez is toppable cuz like genital~warts u get creamed with topicals! Indeed it’s probable you’ll need a hospital… Iunno if you’ve noticed this - You’re nothing, cuz I’m not familiar with ya area but son, I know ya ‘zip’ Ya not near, go back or get punk’d~&~serviced then watch ya flair descend Cuz I’d stop here but when it comes~to~verses ur obviously scared of ends! Spare ya friends, havin ‘em vote fa u’s a hopeless route, it won’t matter D Cuz I already got two wins & I don’t mean 1.5 when I say I’m having three (halve) Attackin me? Son you lack the steez! I can’t bear to watch you dropping gay Only asked for an extension so you couldn’t shame the name “boxing” day Our battle story? What’s to say? The plots the same like lazy sequels Cuz you gotta be ill to beat me & u not on the level like crazy people! You wanna offend me? Then say we equal, but truth told I’m wreckin illar Cuz ya best is filler so I’d say ur garbage but ur even less than liter! Vs Aero I’ll break ya spinal…then take the title & assert ya weight is carry on at best kid While P’s a paragon of reckless; I’ll run through Austin like a marathon in Texas!! Turn ya average drops to breakfast - you aint winning with ya wack & old lines I’ll collapse his whole spine cuz Aero’s just a “miner threat” like a lack of coal sites! Relapse & fold type, I’ll attack with bold lines til the herb’s just bruised & fractured Ya truly stagnant, & as far as skills you just wish for P’s like girls in beauty pageants (peace) Get merked!! And chewn to fragments…dukes is whackness – he’s hardly a pro Cuz even rooks can see the heir row & I don’t mean Prince Charles in a boat!!! (Aero) Ya bars are a joke!! And its starting to show how whackness is all ya bringing to AP This battle? L’s going your way like you & the moderator lived in the same street! Centripetal game G, I rap circles around you cuz fa real no-one feels ya text drops And when it comes to pussy you scared to eat out like a fear of restaurants!! I’ll take-the-fifth like using amendments… this hoe~endeavors? Im bringing the hearse Weightless-writs… cuz “A notes” & mass only go~together with singing in church!! No kidding, ya worst… guys despise ya lines, nice or tight? This queer’s neither & ya spiel’s weaker so against me u have no chants like unprepared cheerleaders! (chance) Vs Aero I'm destined to win, aint messin with skin but this ‘Pimp’ll’ get broke-and-popped Asked if ya flow-was-hot and only got ‘negatives’ like bad photo-shops going solo-was, dumb, but the powder puff girls?? Even-for-you! You offend me?!? Shit, I’m still too happy from you leaving-the-crew just speaking-the-truth, you weak and ya menial-dude cuz you only got something ‘outstanding’ after ya speeding-fee’s-due Last meet-was-a-fluke, herb, ya gettin served-this-battle See me ‘turning the tables’ on Aero worse than his turn-in-scrabble I’ll burn-ya-rabble! Tattle of ya attempts to slay-a-drop Saw Aero set fire to his acne saying he could blaze-a-‘spot’ plainly-not, ill, Kid’s been-a-joke and the weakling’s-broke Cuz Aero ain’t a baker but he always be “(k)needing-dough” Get fleeting-hoe, fore I bring-in-the-shit-to start ripping-ya-tissues Unequivocally-shit-dude! You aint hot, so no ‘fans’ isn’t-an-issue Pissed-is-the-shit-dukes, and I done-beat this dumb-geek Ya skills aint “apparent”, so how you claiming you sonned-peeps?? (a parent) Vs Necrotic/Damien/Bow Tie Blazin this kid, he'll struggle to go~the~minimum, a disgrace to his clique Cuz peeps don’t need to know~the~synonym to see that Dame is a bitch You’re blatantly shit… and mine for dinner so trust me son, I’m the winner Cuz Pissed stay giving you Pink’s lips like surgery to look like the singer! A blind beginner, ya lines? Are dimmer, no wonder u failed to take the title Cuz in tourneys havin my job is the only way you could make the final The rage unbridled, I’ll takes lives with steak knives & shove the gat in-TO ya Not a king, can’t make straight~lines so how the fuck’s this cat a ruler? Ya trash its true cuz…ya text is weak & best believe my raps’ll bruise ya So as for futures Pissed’ll make N’s sink like a boy band producer! (N sync) Smash this loser!! Should never spit, pathetic bitch, u got nothin that shines Plus it’s no lie that ‘TIC talk’s shit so no wonder he has trouble with time! (tic toc) Muhfukka ya mine, cuz trust ya tracks need to overcome some major hurdles Cuz I’ve never even dropped audio & I still hold more weight at verbals Blaze this urkle, I seen him ballin and I don’t mean with hoes or game… Cuz Nec the only time you’ve had a bitch is when things don’t go your way! Hopeless fake, he’ll have nothing better than “you lost to” & “piss” flips Dip shit, ya been in every crew so I can see why ya such a thick bitch Leave with ya rips split, this trick? Is not sick, muhfukka won’t top pissed Ya lost this, cuz as far as verses boat ties are weak like poorly docked ships! (bow-ties) Vs DigitILL summon ya crew and watch close as i leave him busted n bruised he's nothin, its true - asked him to freestyle & he proceeded to jump in the pool :rolleyes: Chump! U aint up for it dude, ya plain & empty and son im afraid ya pen's weak Digital??? Just cuz you are 'ZA' doesnt mean that ya makin ends meet!* (RZA) duckin? this lame had best be, against me theres no comparison yet u barely a vet cuz like style changes in jeans ya lose the flare in ya threads!!! I'll bury ya next, remember round one? you got flattened for sure fact of it all is u'd already be fucked if someone hadnt 'withdrawn'!** Damn! and theres more, i'll rupture ya discs til ya back just buckles and gives cuz how u hopin to get 'past' when u dont even show up for the quiz?? (passed) think nothing of this, all up in this bitch while dig just limp and weak its simple D, u could be nylon in dog restraints and still not be in the lead and did i mention we...did this before when my speech just blazed you? ya steez still shameful cuz u under 'par son' like a priest had raped you*** (parson) ya weak & lame too, my pinpoint precision will just deflate ya writs face it dig, talkin bout ya boys dick the only time u'll say "I made it big"! Vs Murderous Jay Jay droppin wit faults, swamped wit assaults cuz dukes here’s stagnant And I heard he’s had more men in him than Chinese new year dragons * I nuke queer faggots …… cook em in propane til it provokes pain Ya so lame and got ‘Montana’ in ya ‘cig’ so u already in a ‘smoked state’** There’s no-way u can beat me so pack ya shit and Jay u betta run Victory? Understanding that I’m iller the only way u’ll get it son Vexed him? Yup, stepped it up even my spits off the top kills Ya not-ill cuz bein clumsy wit gangstarr singles the only way u ‘drop skills’ U pop pills? Cuz ya getting killed wit ease kid ya lame as hell I’ll blaze ya pelt cuz ya last battle shows u aint good at evading Ellz*** Ur fake as well……Jigga wannabe!!!!!! Ya raps have missed & u got a crush on ya crew member cuz like ya sig I seen u ‘flashin’ quiz So pack ya shit… ya crews nothin, I’ll drop & I’ll finish ‘em & Im only goin to 14 lines so u don’t feel bad u lost 2 the minimum Vs Hawk Please, Lemme Quote you these Lines^, Seems You Ain’t Even Dope through Weak Sites So a Site Battle Roster? Only Way HHA ‘Ad Hoc’ is if they DON’T use Pre-Writes Nothin Jewish but I Told you - Leave ight? Retreat, or this Thread’s ya Last Stand You’ll Doubtless Fail, Won’t Even ‘Make it Out to Bail’ w/o writing Cheques to Batman Battle Me? Give Death a Lapdance.. the Fact Stands no Bitches can See Me So Witless & Cheesy, I’ll ‘Rub him Out, & it’s Granted’ - like Wishes from Genies Peer Approval: He’s Frenziedly Seeking.. It’s Near to Crucial whenever he’s Lousy/Wack So When I Beat ‘em.. This ‘Trampoline on His Buddies’ so Much they’ll have to Buy him a Bouncing Mat Just Announcing Facts, I Pack no Lies – Honestly, You Lack Dope Lines.. Facing me is an Uphill Battle And for you the ‘Incline’s too Much’, like the very Reason you HAVE no Life: Vs Aero No Eluding-Me With Security When I Use The Uzi Abusively… I’d Choose-To-Be Easy On Ya But I’d Hate To End Your Losing-Streak Ruthless-See? My Music-Be Proving Who’s Whack And Who’s-Tight Check~Ya~Sig, Cuz The Best~Of~Gigs Aero’s On Is A “Blue-Light” * Ya Crews-Dikes, Two-Lines’ll Crush Ya Face-N-Features Street Son? U Only “Raise The Toast” When Makin-Speeches ** Beeoches……You-Fire? Please, Best Believe Ya Crews-Dire Cuz Talking Bout Sheep Leaflets The Only Time You Hear “Ewe-Flyer”!!! U’ll Lose-From-The-Start Ya Just Cant Compute-To-This-Art Cuz Aero Couldn’t “Drop Jaws” If He Took A Harpoon-To-The-Shark Elusively-Dart Ya Punches…Action? Nah, You Talk-More And Ya Sexuality’s Like Beaches Cuz You Bein Gay Is “For-Sure” (foreshore) I Brought-More To Tha Table…Ya Fables Gettin Vexed-And-Whelped Wreck-Ya-Health N Like Solo Chess I’m Makin Ya “Check-Yaself” Tha Best-With-Stealth, Aero Don’t Show Promise-With-Words And Net Battling’s Like Sex, Cuz Aero Don't Want-It-With-Girls!!!!!*** Vs The Truth Like Tarzan home from holiday, I’ll send you back to the ropes After this show I’ll 'have you in stitches', without cracking a joke You lacking a flow badly, you’re no match for my complexity you can’t get a bitch, so you ‘tied the knot’ through a vasectomy accept defeat…… you’re just a product of defective genes and after this… you’ll be ‘losing face’, like nasal leprosy! step to me?!?! ……Bitch I’ll rip out your entire cardiac and with a flow like yours…… you need to resit the ‘bar’ exam* I’ll cause a heart attack, ya punches older than artifacts I’d surpassed the level your at now, before I started rap I’m harder than ya section, leave ya head severed quickly You comin’ like a chronic liar, cuz you just ‘cant level with me’ bitch you’ll never rip me, you ain’t real like myths and fables this kids more ‘yellow bellied’ than Homer Simpson’s navel I’ll leave this kid unstable, battling me ya risking death I’ll mangle ya vocals til your ‘talking hoarse’ like Mr Ed this fucking bitch is dead, it’s like you got worms at every battle You’ve had plenty of ‘servings’, but you haven’t got any ‘phatter’ Pissed’ll end this matter, snap ya neck and damage your health Like cruise in a few good men, you just ‘can’t handle yourself’** |
LLL Season 24
vs plethora
Your status is sealed guy. You a lonely ass loser who never knew what affection feels like Call yourself plethora online cuz you never meant a lot to anyone in real life I get my swing on like King Kong, I don’t think you’re gettin the picture You facing a monster and gonna get black eyes buuuut this isn’t The Witcher Needed extension after extension, that shit was the wackest decision All that carry on and you couldn’t get on with it… airline baggage restrictions & your record’s embarrassing. All no-shows & bullshit, - you’re phoney dude If you’re not hanging your head already? I’m about to do it for you in my trophy room You tell ur girl ur working a night job but really ur taking some guys in the mouth Living your life like a werewolf: gotta moonlight so the Lycan come out Your girl all over me & the homies, bending & tryna show her ass Her nickname Venn Diagram… just circles around and gets overlaps Gave her the whole enchilada x2, now I’m done calling her bro You gave her the whole inch a lotta times too - that’s all it can grow vs Fresh Quote Originally Posted by Fresh Bro I will shove my foot so far up your ass that the water from my kneecap will quench your thirst … theres a little sack called the bursa in your kneecap its filled with fluid … Only reason I know about the bursa is because I damaged mine many years ago Cringiest shit I ever heard, faggot… let’s just leave it at that You been opening your mouth on your knees wayyy before that beef in the chat Last contender match? You thought ur flows could square w/ Nash Tried to zip Code … Instead that little number really showed you where it’s at Went from xXFreshXx to .Fresh. to Fresh… really what more could you do? You dropped the accents, but making a name for urself STILL sounds foreign to you I’m here for your cash, pussy. Don’t even try that “no” ploy I’ll flaunt the TEC. U hear a pop n Fresh I guarantee ya hand over that dough boy And if it’s hand to hand combat? I’m beastin you easily Your idea of going mano to mano is catching venereal diseases repeatedly Might as well be that dude rapping about dragons and Able & Cain… Your rep’s burnt out & turned to ashes - now you incinerated the same vs Mimic Quote Originally Posted by Dominate Put a contract out on Bare. Have him jumpy & clammed up w/ sweat Street Fighter: got Ryu’s hair standing on end over a band on his head Quote Originally Posted by mimic Homie all talk. four eyes claim he's w/ gang but never shoot though till mim roll up & put those bands on his head like he auditioning for Naruto Mimic aka A Pig's Tie You knew your verse was garbage - went looking for lessons in Dom’s text Copied that line about Abandon reeallly shoulda done that w/ the rest of your concepts You’re here off no shows & nobodies. Don’t pretend you dope w/ pens dude U snowflake level. Try making noise at the top & cause an avalanche of votes against u Went 3-3 in the 1-2 league, - you’re a “champ”?! You gotta be jokin Forget a dope 16. I’ve seen enough terrible 2’s from u to convince me a toddler wrote them You got dome from one girl ever and it was obv she wasn’t that into it Funny - she had you on the tip of her tongue but tries really hard NOT to remember it This loser eats microwave meals cuz he’s broke & ain’t been a winner yet When I stab a few holes in membrane that shit’ll resemble his dinner prep This British kid’s getting finished quick - right hook heavy as anchors You ain’t seen a Pom go down this hard since his mom bent over & begged me to spank her Run his dome under my Porsche’s wheels if I don’t wanna spark the lead It’s Charlotte’s Web: these posters gonna see Pig w/ a Spyder ON his head Look at me & see a star; no-one’s topped the league faster Look at him & see a star; list of champions says Mimic* *Won by NS then lost the week after vs plethora Originally Posted by plethora Ext til March *roll eyes emoji* Heat’s modded w/ a longgg clip, you’ll be hearing that arm tonight Blast you into next month with that extension & I don’t need until March to write You want vengeance for our last battle? You still gon be hoping & waiting dawg This isn’t settling the score.. it’s giving it three lines of coke and a jagerbomb You sign out like a bitch when losing, - last week was the lamest installment I aint seen a Snowflake tank that bad since Ace Ventura was saving the dolphin That verse was fucking garbage. The result was a joke as well… No hope in hell - I told em get a Clooney just made a robbery for Plot … Oceans 12 Forreal, pleth a bitch w/ some bars. I got the Eagle in hand ready to send a barrage Palm-in the Dessert… make em disappear if he keep that approach - that shit’s a mirage vs Cody Nash Originally Posted by predictions Week 12 - Champ Match: Dominate (4-0) vs Cody Nash (8-2) Both of these guys are on a tear. Hoping for a classic to close the regular season. Dominate 60/40 There’s no comparing our text ability, really the suggestion’s killing me Yeahhh we both been on a tear – Me through the best in the league & you through what’s left of your credibility Damn near 300 battles.. honestly that score’s insane U been around the block, buster.. but only EVER been as relevant as that video store today & if we writing down our top ten – who’s best at battles n shit.. Trust me, the folks wearing MAGA hats the only ones voting Nationalist Lie & pretend you a fighter, but really you frightened of gloves On your toes and checking your 6 more than Spree’s podiatrist does Not rocket science to beat him – this shit ain’t nothing to master Ain’t seen such a failure for a Challenger since the space shuttle disaster Nash stay flaccid around women but for black men he’ll go insane When he sees Brothers Codirect… it ain’t a movie the Coens made Bet he salty over the fact that him winning is less than likely He’s muttering “shoo-in my ass…” and I’m like “Yes, precisely.” He got some stupid ass concepts he CANNOT be proud to display I’m lookin at every Kiever like “GTFO” - swear Russia’s about to invade His mom takes gangbangs for cash cuz money’s a major hurdle Tries 5 characters in diff positions looking for that green like she’s playing Wordle Noone’ll remember him, he’s gone w/ one shot to the mouth Kevin McAllister: clap at his face and see ThatKid forgotten about vs Letterman Originally Posted by Predictions One things certain, somebody is taking their first & last L of the season. I laugh at the idea of someone believing this clown’s better LOL - You’ll take the first and last L… i.e. you’ll be Leaving this Round Letter Ur first 2 bars against Spree were OK - rest belonged in the trash can, goof That Material went on the Wayne so much it resembled a Batman Suit Now u better quit talking dweeb. I’m on ya porch waving & it ain’t no small machine Shotty to your mug - that Pumpkin get a whole Face Lit Up like it’s Halloween Any woman would bench him. One punch & I’ll end this round I’m getting Lett down easy. He’s getting “I just see us as friends for now” Got nothing but played and recycled bars - that really cements this herb’s fate Forget Dr Who - this Tardis Taking us Back in Time whenever he attempts a wordplay And Ghostwriters can’t help him against these beast mode writes Sub Let for ANY Boarder… he still ain’t getting a New Lease on life Calls himself “Young Simba”… I got a piece for this mark & when he’s Running Into THIS Desert, it won’t just be Leaving a Scar In a fistfight he’d get slumped too - dude is barely at chest height He can’t beat me w/ bars, ‘Let alone w/ his hands’ - that shit compares w/ his sex life vs Plot Plot aka Robocop aka Dystopian, Your haymaker claims are NOT true - start scripting an apology I’m not 1-2 outliers, but you writing a single dope bar is a statistical anomaly Gimmicky schemes and played lines, nobody likes this cuck Only people who DON’T wanna Diss Robe are the women he tries to fuck Mention his run on Netcees & this bartender might get triggered He went from serving up Lime & Bitters to getting served on the Lime & Bitter People come here to read my shit - you aint got ONE supporter No-one cares what you Sadist, reading your verses is fucking torture How you even made it this far remains a question, G If you’re showing heart in text it’s cuz we’d rate yours less than three <3 Your girl says she quit carbs, but still wearing some extra-extra drawers That’s not a Keto diet, it’s a QUITO diet - she eats enough to feed cities in Ecuador & she stinks too bro. That kinda flatulence is past science My wife got a Stellar Body… you refer to yours as a Gas Giant I’ll stop your ticker w/ the taser. Too late to bring the medics A big shock & ya heart goes out to it - have you feeling sympathetic |
AOWL Season X
Week 1 vs Blue Bayou
https://i.ibb.co/s6xpTFJ/C3-EB4-C03-...-AE301-E64.jpg He’s early this time. Home from the bar - twelve thirty at night He fumbles as he takes off his faded shirt and his tie His stomach’s turning, - full of bottom shelf bourbon and rye Now there’s a whole new reason he’s feeling churned up inside It’s been a month since it happened. He doubts the hurt’ll subside There’s a giant whole inside him where he’s missing his purpose and pride He lays down in bed quietly, hopes he’s not disturbing his wife She reaches for his hand. Damn. He flinches and turns to the side “Talk to me” she urges. He shakes his head, murmurs and sighs “You’re still thinking about that loss?” - “…Yes.” He curtly replies “Baby, I don’t understand this. You can’t just curl up and die…” He grits his teeth as she drones and her tone becomes churlish and snide “…Like you don’t have family to live for?? We don’t deserve this, besides It’s just a silly online tournament, it isn’t worth it to pine…” His brow furrows, fists clench - knuckles turning to white “… none of it matters, baby! No-one’s even heard of Blue Bay-” SMACK! “What the FUCK did you say to me???” He screams in a furious cry He grabs her by the wrists. She sees the anger burn in his eyes “No, wait… I didn’t mean … Please, you’re hurting me Ry!” “You don’t know who Blue Bayou is?!” - SLAP! - “You’ll learn it tonight! Mouth off and it’s your mouth off, you fucking herb of a wife” “Please, I don’t know what that mea-” “I SAID SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS DYKE! Tell me who’s verses are fly, eh? – SMACK! – Who’s wording’s precise?” “B-b-Blue Bayou?” she sobs. He answers smirking, “that’s right.” “Who’s the fucking king of wordplay? Who keeps the personals tight?” “Blue - SMACK! - Bayou!!!” she tearfully blurts as he strikes “And WHO leaves his opponents in a FUCKING URN when he writes?!?!” SMACK! SMACK! “BLUE BAYOU!!!” she shrieks in fervent reply “YESSSSSSS!!!” he hisses as he frantically works at his fly Then pulls out the turgidest five inches she’s ever observed in her life Before she knows what’s happening he starts inserting it dry Hurting her thighs as he grips them, he pistons without mercy inside “GREATEST… OF… ALL... TIME...” he thrusts - each word is in time His face contorts as he climaxes, body jerks and then writhes When it’s over she curls in a ball. Covered in purple-ish blights He leaves, while SHE'S left simply yearning to die Weeks pass. She’s still too numb to be concerned with the why All she feels is a growing sensation that her worth as a person’s declined The woman who once stood next to him becomes a silenced girl who’s behind Now she’s empty inside too… The vicious circle’s alive Week 2 vs timeless https://i.ibb.co/9WZQdR1/3-D9-DC4-A0...-ECD4-E9-C.jpg The jagged squeak of an office chair cuts through the hum of computers Somewhere to my right there’s a flutter of movement I don’t look up. They might be watching. I never know when the webcam’s on, or when they capture a screen shot But I know if I’m caught distracted my career can collapse into free fall They access the key logs. Check my browser history, app use Who I’m emailing and why, how many times I visit the bathroom The monitor’s monitored. Phone line’s tapped - they listen to that too The job’s a digital panopticon. Cell number iMac six seven dash two The argument’s simple. They have the right to target this info You’re paid to be here, they want to realise all your potential Time theft’s a crime and it must be guarded against, so They take simple security measures. Merely locks on the windows My social media’s a wasteland, littered with perfunctory edits Everything carefully curated to conform to the company’s ethics Hand in every part of my life til I can’t tell where the puppetry’s end is It’s not enough to be productive. You must adopt the proper aesthetics My break is 11:05 today. Room C. It’s always different. Two others I’ve never met before introduce themselves. John & Tristan. I microwave my meal, taking two of my allotted minutes We make small talk from approved topics, observing the proper limits Even here, they watch and listen. They say it’s for our security The scrutiny keeps us free from the freedom to speak with impunity The honest worker knows that none of this is alarming. Just keep your mind on the job. Relax. Big Business is watching. Week 3 vs brokenhal0 https://i.ibb.co/5ccJ9dS/814009-DD-E...6-A5-E85-E.jpg Be not afraid, traveller. The sign read in cursive lettering Eternal bliss awaits. Your spirit stands on the verge of entering Soon to meet your maker. However, you are yet unworthy Here you must remain until fit to commence your journey All sin must be washed away before you can hope to ascend In the godly rains of purgatory, your imperfect soul will be cleansed … Mortals had heard the story. They didn’t know it was first rate horse shit Invented at the turn of the century after the birth rate soared quick What happened to war & pestilence? Good old fashioned flood & famine? Now humans were living long enough to breed like fucking rabbits Michael had fucking had it. The caseload was a ridiculous ask Weighing the souls of the dead became an outrageous logistical task A backlog of billions waiting to be classed as ’saved’ or ‘damned’ How the fuck was he supposed to explain to them the massive delays at hand? He’d scratched his balls, made a plan, concocted a suitable spin… The fawning faithful embraced the lie, even called it a beautiful thing. … Michael paces the control room. “NEXT!” His timbre is thundering. Paul, a simpering underling, pushes some buttons & fiddles with knobs. The data finishes buffering. The image appears on the video wall - A lone figure at a bus stop. “Right, what’s this idiot called?” “This is umm… uhhh…” Paul scrambles to find what page it’s on Lands on what he’s looking for. “This is David… uhh… Davidson?” He checks his notes again, looking through them just in case Michael’s nostrils are flaring. “What a stupid fucking name. He looks too young and healthy. What’s this cocksucker here for?” “It says he was cleaning his rifle and…” A raised eyebrow. “Dear lord… The chamber was loaded… he slipped as he ran his thumb past The safety was off, his kids were home and heard the gun blast.” Michael snorts. “What a dumb ass!” – a special disdain for David’s type Old enough to procreate, young enough to just fucking stay alive. “And what’d this asshole do with his miserable little claim to life?” “Well, uhh… He never killed anyone, never cheated on or shamed his wife… He turned his family out weekly in all of their Sunday best… … he was a big fan of the big guy.” Michael’s eyes roll. Unimpressed. “But,” Paul continues, “He overstated his own importance… When travelling on planes he was prone to claim both the armrests… He’d hit reply all on emails when it definitely wasn’t warranted… Waited til the front of Starbucks queues to decide on what his order is… Oh! And one time, he called his neighbour a, “churlish cunt” …” Michael picks at his teeth. “Alright then, I’ve heard enough.” … The vehicle approaches. Barbed wire on windows. The sign on the front flashes - Next Stop: Fire & Brimstone ... Michael arrives home. His thoughts pace an arrhythmia He shrugs off his white uniform with the Arcangel insignia Glass of Scotch. Fade to oblivion. Try to forget the job that he hates. Angry. He flings his halo against the wall, and it breaks. Week 4 vs Master Rock Topic: “Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine." - Casablanca, 1942 I told her right at the start – I couldn’t do love if I tried. We’d have fun for a time, but then there’d be others after her. A odd kind of bachelor, I was what she’d been hunting to find. She was younger - an amateur. Beauty unassuming and modest. I’d been a long time in a dark place. Her touch drew me from it. She whispered her desire. At first, so tentative and awed. I brought her fantasies to life. She reveled in my charms. And in the elementary warmth of a glowing lamp, holding hands I felt the flicker of possibility… Of hope… Of chance… But long nights turned to long days, and days became weeks. She began to rub me the wrong way. I grew impatient to leave. She wanted more from me. Inevitably, they all did. She asked and she asked, searching for words I wouldn’t find fault with. But solitude was my constant. And the bottom of a bottle. It was time for our story’s third act. The argument was awful. She couldn’t understand. And as she grasped for an answer Tearfully she marvelled at my detached, dispassionate manner - “I wish I was like you.” “I wish I was like you.” - I’ll never forget how she uttered the line. Sullen. Resigned. While her eyes accused me of cowardice. I never felt so acutely as powerless as when that chaos flooded my mind. It was sudden and violent. She never struggled or cried. I hit her with a terrible force - never before had I summoned its kind. In a thunderous silence, her body thrashed and shuddered and writhed, twisting like a grotesque contortionist in the midst of a stuttering light. It was… a metamorphosis. A second coming of life. Mortal to indentured sorceress… No more telling her she wasn’t my type. And as our physical forms dissolved I saw the horror erupt in her eyes. And the vessel I was bound to sputtered and sucked us inside. And she raged and she howled and screamed curses up to the skies, til her voice grew raw and rasping and she said that she wanted to die. But I couldn’t indulge a death wish, or grant her another besides, and like I told her right at the start – I couldn’t do love if I tried. So we exist in uncomfortable silence, passing nothing but time. Ethereal, our fates entwined. Waiting for someone to find. It could have been another. I lose days to wondering why - of all the Djinn joints in all the world, she had to come into mine. Week 5 vs Eviction Topic: “THE DEVIL IN MY BLOODSTREAM” 5 years ago… He unloads a cooler from his new sedan’s roof racks A giggling niece runs barefoot over freshly mown bluegrass A few drinks. A few laughs. Cheers. He lifts a huge glass. A long conspicuous gawk at the sister-in-law with the huge ass. Too much, too fast; he downs another bourbon or three Now he’s talking a little loudly, slightly slurring his speech He’s ranting - a sermon to preach. His wife is embarrassed. He’s growing argumentative, picking fights with her parents She wants to go home. He says his stomach is sick Then vomits his potato salad all over one of the kids 5 months ago… His wife is on night shift. He settles into an armchair with a peaty ten year old sidekick He likes this; alone with his drink without her scorning No lecture about she’s growing concerned and this is a warning Two in the morning, the bottle’s empty. It’s OK, he’ll sip on some beers He opens the fridge to find them and - SHIT! All six disappeared That fucking bitch interfered! He turns the house upside down, panicked Not a fucking drop in sight. He’s growing desperate now. Manic. He grabs his keys and heads out. Finds a bar to ease this ripe concern …Leaving his 10 month old son alone in the house until his wife returns She tells him it’s over. He packs up his life reluctantly He stays on a buddy’s couch a while. Vodka and sprite for company … He doesn’t fight for custody 5 days ago… The diagnosis was delivered after a bevy of scans Cirrhosis of the liver. Irreparable. Very advanced. The prognosis was the kicker. They gave him a couple of years And less… much less, if he wouldn’t ease up on the beers But his only means of coping is a bottle driven stupor Every sober thought he has feels like an obstinate intruder Two days and he’s back to drinking. He marks himself a loser Scared and seeking solace in the arms of his abuser Now… The carpet is sticky. A teal and mustard atrocity straight from the heart of the sixties. He stumbles out of the men’s room, smelling of vomit and whiskey. Dark ringed and misty, his eyes meet the barman’s. He orders a gin. He’ll cut this one with tonic then go back to the hard stuff again. A quarter to ten in the morning, no calling into work anymore. Not today, or tomorrow, or however long eternity’s for. The certainty’s more of a comfort now, knowing this all will pass. He watches his hand as it reaches, trembling, towards his glass. Expediting his exit from this existence he aimlessly nurtured Passing what’s left of his life as a passive, sedated observer Week 6 vs Adverse & Eviction Topic: Provincial I made my way down cobblestone streets at dawn, bow in hand The cold and damp of night yielding to the morning sun’s slow advance Peaking over thatched roofs and stretching beyond to the whole expanse of the surrounding wooded hillside, dappled green and gold and tan. I walked briskly towards it, boarskin quiver slung across my shoulder Hopping fallen trees as I went and scrambling up moss lined boulders My thoughts quite bolstered - I saw in the mud a cloven impression Deer print. Potently fresh and heading upwind in a loping procession I crept past the oaks and the chestnut trees. Feeling focussed, expectant Assured, but under no misconception, - one faux pas and the moment was ended I spied the velvety crown of the stag and closed in to close its existence Waiting for the right moment, I drew - held the bow string in tension The beast turned, exposing its chest. I saw my chance as it froze for a second I smiled sadly, mouthed au revoir… and slowly lowered the weapon. It would have been too easy. Unbecoming of my skill and my talent Truthfully, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt the thrill of a challenge I thought myself chivalrous, gallant. My walls were adorned with antlers All I really hunted for now was the solace of the forest’s grandeur I followed the river home, observing how its course meandered Contemplating my own path and, as always, landing short of answers. I kept my burdens buried below a veneer of boorish banter All the village saw was the image of the hardened ex war commander A hero. Adored and pampered. Surrounded by obsequious yes men Too meek to breathe their dissentions - I was never disagreed with or questioned You see how conceitedness sets in… but my status came at a cost My identity and agency lost in desperation to maintain the facade I hid my insecurities beneath a towering mass of muscle Drifting without purpose through this town and its vapid bustle That was, until the day that a stagecoach pulled into view And the love of my life stepped out in her tunic of cerulean blue A delicate face framed by tousled tresses, brunette in hue With deep and dazzling eyes. I bet her name was Beautiful too… Now, I’d been with a floozy or two. They were easy game if I’m honest With my station and frame like Adonis I’d had any dame that I’d wanted But it was clear as soon as I saw her she wasn’t some everyday broad She was gorgeous, no question she was. But something more.. a je ne sais quoi And when I heard her singing… well, of course I was hypnotised She sang of wanting - more than a simple life, in that haunting chorus she improvised I sauntered across the square to woo this magnificent creature Brandishing a smile and a bouquet of hibiscus to greet her I oozed my usual charm that left women a-quiver and eager So imagine then my shock at her cool and indifferent demeanor… Between agitation and elation, I smiled a wolfish grin as I teetered Knowing this challenge to win her would only make the victory sweeter Weeks passed. My passions didn’t. I stayed transfixed in her features Burning for her… a sickness… I was held in the grip of its fever So when she fell for another, I felt anger throb in my veins And the fog of my rage grew thicker when I learned of his monsterous ways I’d wanted to capture her, yes… but he had literally locked her away And she now claimed to love him?! An obvious case of Stockholm’s at play.. I couldn’t abide this. I rallied some sidekicks, forceful with discourse A quick march through the forest and we arrived with torches and pitchforks I kicked the doors in, storming on inwards, straight up the flights of stairs Up to the snowcapped rooftop… he was ready to fight me there I drew my dagger against this animal. He snarled through crooked teeth I leapt in determined - tomorrow was something he wouldn’t see But in my haste, I slipped. Tumbled from the roof, mortally undignified And as I fell to my death, in my head I heard her warbling a single line Heard echoes of that siren’s song, that chorus that she’d improvised… Heard Belle as she sang it - there must be more than this provincial life Then I heard no more. - Gaston Week 7 vs Master Rock https://i.ibb.co/Jvk4XKj/55086-AD2-5...73869-F2-D.jpg Are your breasts too small? Are they lifeless and saggy? Do your eyes look baggy? Have your stomach and sides gotten wide and flabby? ARE YOU QUITE UNHAPPY? 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Hehe - Candy, 21, Cashier DID YOU KNOW? 9 out of 10 men prefer women who smile BUT, overdo it and your face becomes wrinkled and vile INTRODUCING: our patented chemical peel, it’s simple and mild You can now say NO to aging - reclaim the skin of a child This Summer, say ENOUGH to being ugly and pitiful Be the ENVY of your friends, not the subject of ridicule Give a BIG NO to the big nose that flusters and hinders you REFUSE to put up with a bust that is miniscule A perky pair is POSSIBLE - more than you ever knew You CAN achieve fullness and front facing nipples too So pick up the phone and bid that uninspired chest adieu What are you waiting for? “Let’s bring out the breast in you” Book your rhinoplasty TODAY and get a FREE abdominal liposuction Use coupon code BIGJUGS for a 10% price reduction Say goodbye to a life of being shaped like a giant pumpkin NO CASH NO PROBLEM - we take AfterPay, we’ll find you something THE CHOICE IS YOURS: stay repulsive, hairy, old, unmarried Or… CALL US NOW, - be bold, be daring DON’T MISS OUT – this offer is momentary SATISFACTION GUARANTEED* - you’ll see, there’s no comparing * results can vary Week 11 vs dead man https://i.ibb.co/vZhCQNg/9-F245302-F...BF209-F568.jpg Marco trembled in fear as they lowered him into the grave He imagined the stench of decay, - all around him, inches away Fighting down panic, he gazed at the minister’s wrinkled old face Unblinking and staid as the others as he sprinkled his incense and prayed I’ll see you again. I promise. Wincing, he remembered the day The sound of her choking sobs, prying tiny fingers away I promise. One way or another. For months, his singular aim Fuelled by white hot, lingering pain. Was it really ending this way? Fevered words poured out of him, - every line he could think of to say Knowing it didn’t matter; he had a debt he couldn’t begin to repay… . . . The dry summer air was infused with the smell of citrus Maria wore a frown of concentration he’d seldom witnessed As she carefully pulled the sapling from its pot and teased the roots The method that he’d shown her that she faithfully reproduced “Soon we’ll see the fruit” she said with the confidence and ease of youth Setting the tree into the hole and replacing the soil that had been removed They sat a while then. A gentle breeze tempering the heat of June “I wish Mama was here.” “Yes”, he agreed, “me too.” They arrested him at work. Covered the exits and entered at the rear Sporting ICE windbreakers and contemptuous sneers The thin veneer of judicial review only bought him a matter of days A final chance to hug his daughter before they snatched it away Back across the border, he fought the urge to collapse into grief He found a smuggler who could take him back – for a staggering fee More than he could beg or borrow from his entire family tree If he worked and saved for years he still couldn’t manage the feat He did the only thing he could; became a dealer, started to sell Amazing what desperation does to morals you thought that you held It still wasn’t enough. He needed the money to develop quickly He found a back-room poker game. It was that, or sell a kidney Besides, he was good at cards - he had that sort of a mind Or so he thought, before he lost it all with a full house against four of a kind Months of work, gone in an instant. He was filled with anxiety, dread He found a church on the edge of town, sat alone, and quietly wept pours his heart out to the priest Priest takes pity on him Church’s cemetary has a special grave that connects to a smuggling tunnel *surprised pikachu face* “Sent to the other side” wordplay Priest says a prayer to send him off, Marco says a bunch of thankyous Adios Week 12 vs Soule'] https://i.ibb.co/kGc0dYW/FC555-AF7-B...C2-F1-E042.jpg She saw him across the bar. His stare was persistant, hard-eyed. Tall, and lightly muscled. A hint of stubble on a chiselled jawline. His smile was… disarming. She wasn’t used to that kind of attention. A little chubby and kinda frumpy looking, she’d never liked her reflection. And yet he was smiling at her. She smiled back - uncomfortably, thinly. He sauntered across the room and stood in front of her, grinning. He spoke. Was it something in Hindi? She hadn’t heard the language in years. Her parents had never taught it to her (just as her grandmother feared). “Sorry, I don’t understand,” she mumbled. Her gaze was avoidant. “I asked you what your name was,” he said, with a trace of annoyance. “Oh... I’m Sue.” She forced herself to look up from the floorboards. “Hmm. That can’t be your real name. I bet there’s something that’s short for.” “I - yes, it’s short for Sujata”. He looked satisfied. “That’s no wonder - I knew you had to be Indian with that skin tone and bone structure.” She laughed nervously. He looked her up and down with a bold hunger. “I’ll get you this drink, Sujata,” he winked, “you can get me your phone number.” She sipped what he ordered her. Feeling awkward and somewhat uncertain. He boasted about being in med school, on his way to becoming a surgeon. “You’d look so sexy in a sari,” he told her, “just utterly perfect.” He slid a hand around her waist. “I bet you must be a virgin. That’s why I like Indian girls. Western women are fucking perverted.” She wasn’t sure how to feel as he delivered this smug little sermon. It was true, - she had no experience, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t wanted it. Wasn’t like she didn’t fantasize about her bed having added occupants. And so, despite her misgivings, and the brashness of his ‘compliments’, when he asked if she’d go home with him she gladly went along with it. A short walk later, they arrived at his faded weatherboard. Red light spilled onto the street as they entered through the heavy door. He rolled up his sleeves, drew the curtains and snibbed the door locks. Tattoos of Sanskrit lettering adorned the pale skin of his forearms. On every inch of the four walls hung Hindu artwork in wooden frames. The air was thick with incense, and another scent that she couldn’t place… Her eyes roamed the room, paused on a bronze-tinted effigy. She recognised the goddess Durga. Ten arms, all holding weaponry. “Isn’t she beautiful?” he asked, his voice dripping awe and respect. She thought its expression was horrible, but politely nodded assent. “You want to see my shrine? I haven’t made today’s offering yet.” His eyes were alive with excitement, looking almost possessed. “… sure,” she replied, ever cautious of causing offence. She followed him to a red door, down the hall to the left. Producing a key, he unlocked it. She noticed a droplet of sweat. His voice was a high-pitched whisper, - “OK… go on in ahead.” She entered the room, and froze. Felt the jolt of shock and distress. Saw something resembling a woman. Surgically altered – grotesque. Heard its agonised, faltering breath. The sound of its distressed moans. Saw the additional brown-skinned limbs, sown, from armpits down to hipbones. Comprehesion hit home. Her heart skipped a beat in her chest. Five arms on the creature’s right side… and only three on the left… She opened her mouth to scream. Felt a rapid, aggressive embrace. Caught the acrid scent of chemicals as a rag was pressed to her f- Week 13 vs Eviction https://i.ibb.co/f4m1cqH/FCEB1713-25...0-C9539254.jpg Fiery red head. You know that you want it I look cheap but like I could burn a hole in your pocket Take me out, touch my box, I’ll do whatever you ask Show me that rough side, that’s where the chemistry’s at Run your fingers down my body, pinch me, steady your grasp Strike me. Over and over, until you get a reaction. Fuck I’m burning for you. Losing my head in a flash Breathe me in as you hold me and take your pleasure at last But then it’s over… And I know, - that moment never could last Turn everything I touch into dust and embers and ash So. You wave me out. A cold show of dismissiveness I’m curled up, fragile. You’re there smoking your cigarette Nothing more to give you. Used. I’m powerless now It’s only a matter of time before you throw me out of the house The flame may be finished, but killing the phantom is hard Close your eyes and I bet you still see me dance in the dark And I know when you look back, you’ll have a new attitude You’ll see what you had in me; That I was a Match for you Week 14 vs Sinacog https://i.ibb.co/3FXJzGL/E887-F658-D...-BE75-BCBE.jpg 1 You wake up in a strange room, no memory of how you arrived The door & window are locked. No-one answers your shouts and your cries There’s a pot of tea on the windowsill. Next to it, a pair of glasses Plants and flowers everywhere, - some c.acti and arid grasses You notice some shelving above you. Some post-its on the wall There’s something written on them but you can’t make out the scrawl What is all this? You wonder. Is it all some optical ruse? You’re determined to find out. The question is… what do you do? See what’s on the shelves – go to verse 15 Try on the glasses – go to verse 5 Drink the tea – go to verse 10 2 You see your hands tremble as you drip the sap on the picture Hoping the c.actus’s liquid is some kind of magic elixir The book glows, then intensifies into a blinding, dazzling light There’s a deafening roar… you hear a c.ackle, a CRACK, then a silence A sudden weight in your hand. You look down at a magical sight The golden pommel, the jewlled hilt… ‘Excalibur’ scratched on the side You’ve done it! You summoned the sword, just as the post-it said Now to turn your attention to those other notes your read… Drink the tea & eat the flowers – go to verse 3 Shout out “Eyjeyissagod” – go to verse 7 3 This option was appealing. You’re hungry, and thirsty too But… Does the order matter? Which one should you first consume? Eat the flowers – go to verse 6 Drink the tea – go to verse 10 4 In your hands you twirl the frisbee. The pattern is hypnotic You can’t seem to look away…. it spins faster and faster, robotic You hear a voice in your head, posing a puzzle of logic: I AM NOTHING AND SOMETHING... The tone is almost demonic I AM NOTHING AND SOMETHING, it repeats... What does it mean?! It’s a riddle without an answer… “Impossible!!!” you scream I AM NOTHING AND SOMETHING - now less talking than taunting You’re paralysed, despairing at this great philosophical quandary I AM NOTHING AND SOMETHING. Over and over, over again You scream. This really wasn’t the way that you hoped it would end. 5 A lighthearted distraction while the gods are deciding your fate You’ll die here or be rescued - might as well look fly while you wait You don the glasses, check the mirror… forget for one long minute You flatter yourself a little thinking you look like a young John Lennon But as you turn away, you shout with glee at the spectacle - It seems those sweet little spectacles make the post-its easily legible! “A sappy sacrifice supplies the sword”, you read, still short of answers On the next note, “Eyjeyissagod” … could this be some sort of password? “It drinks the tea, it eats the flowers”, the final note instructs Now… decide your course, cross your heart and hope for luck Drink the tea & eat the flowers – go to verse 3 Shout out “Eyjeyissagod” – go to verse 12 See what’s on the shelves – go to verse 11 6 The flowers were beautiful. You should have known to ONLY DEVOUR THE SUITABLE. Now after hours of puking you’ll die howling, delusional. 7 “Eyjeyissagod!” Your mouth tingles and warms as soon as you utter the word The sensation fades quickly but leaves you somewhat disturbed You hear a sudden, primal screech. You turn to the window to see A flap of wings. The glass shatters. You get a glimpse of some teeth The side of the building groans under the weight of its giant claws Shimmering crimson scales reflect the pale light of the dawn Afraid and yet awed, you hold your blade in your palm, considering Should you attempt to slay the dragon, or bow before it quivering? Attack – go to verse 14 Bow – go to verse 16 8 You cut yourself with the c.actus and stain the image with blood Holding your breath, you wait… you hear a sinister buzz The book glows, then intensifies into a blinding, dazzling light There’s a deafening roar… you hear a c.ackle, a CRACK, then a silence A sudden pain in your chest. You look down and gasp at the sight The golden pommel, the jewlled hilt… ‘Excalibur’ scratched on the side The blood is warm on your body as it gushes from the wound Then suddenly, you’re cold… Your suffering is through. 9 Amongst the books you spy a classic: The Legend Of Arthur There’s an illustration of a sword and… the word “BLOOD”, written in marker Is this calling for a sacrifice? You wonder with a shiver You search the room, looking for a knife or something like scissors There’s nothing of the sort, but one thing does look sharp The c.actus’s thorns are beckoning, - all you’ll need is one good barb Poised to prick your thumb pad, you hesistate. Do you want to do this? Maybe just wait for rescue, drink some tea… Would that be foolish? Blood sacrifice – go to verse 8 Wait and drink tea – go to verse 10 10 The tea is demon semen. Satan appears before you in the form of a Greek policeman OPAAAA. YOU TAKE MY SEMEN. NOW MUST MAKE EVEN-STEVENS. I SUCKA YOU DICK… You nod in meek agreement It’s amazing. It’s too good. You can’t believe it, even. Your mind explodes and you die, still tasting that sweet secretion 11 On the shelves you find a frisbee and a couple of dusty tomes Observing the former closely, you think you see it subtly glow It seems to be… calling to you…. you have an urge to twirl it Should you go along with this impulse? Or not? What’s the verdict? Twirl the frisbee – go to verse 4 Read the books – go to verse 13 12 “Eyjeyissagod!” Your mouth tingles and warms as soon as you utter the word The sensation grows stronger… you scream; suffering, burning And as the flames engulf you, you hear a voice in your head “…UNWORTHY…”, it whispers… you should’ve made other choices instead… 13 Amongst the books you spy a classic: The Legend Of Arthur There’s an illustration of a sword and… the word “BLOOD”, written in marker Is this calling for a sacrifice? You wonder with a shiver You search the room, looking for a knife or something like scissors There’s nothing of the sort, but one thing does look sharp The c.actus’s thorns are beckoning, - all you’ll need is one good barb Poised to prick your thumbpad, you stop and think, do you really HAVE to? Does it have to be YOUR blood? Maybe you could use the plant juice? Would the book even know? You ponder this all for a minute Then nod sharply, committed. You’ve made your call, your decision: Use your blood – go to verse 8 Use the c.actus juice – go to verse 2 14 It’s over in seconds… Before you even move, the dragon knows your intentions. You hear a monsterous roar the instant you go for your weapon. Feel the furnace blast of its breath. Burning, - ashes and flesh “PATHETIC MORTAL.” you hear, then jerk and collapse into death 15 On the shelves you find a frisbee and a couple of dusty tomes Observing the former closely, you think you see it subtly glow It seems to be… calling to you…. you have an urge to twirl it Should you go along with this impulse? Or not? What’s the verdict? Twirl the frisbee – go to verse 4 Read the books – go to verse 9 16 Gripping your sword, you kneel. Seconds seem an eternity Afraid to look up, you wait… until you hear a voice, internally ARISE. You stand up shakily and lock eyes with the powerful beast SUSTENANCE. It commands you… You offer the flowers and tea It seems to work… ! You feel your grip on the sword relax COME. YOU ARE WORTHY. The dragon gestures towards its back Climbing aboard, you feel strange… more confident and light You take two steps to the window and launch into the skies Below you, only insignificant mortals in their T shirts Leathery wings beat upwards. You soar into the ether. Blood and fire and steel. You understand your immortal truth You are the sword and the dragon. The dragon and sword are you. Playoffs Round 1 vs Mike Wrecka https://i.ibb.co/fnn0F9g/26-FE0267-4...FEAA057-F2.jpg Once upon an evening eerie, when the sky was bleak and bleary and I sipped some cheap and cheery comfort from the bottom shelf Taking a toke of tobacco, suddenly I saw a shadow cast there over the piano and my silhouetted self “It’s the maplewood,” I muttered, glancing out to where it dwelled “only that, and nothing else” In such detail I recall it – it was past the prime of fall and every tree that lined my lawn had lost its lustrous leafy shell I sat alone then, grim and grieving, drinking well into the evening drinking deep to cease the screaming, screaming in my head for Elle For that sorry, sultry siren that I thought I’d loved so well A conviction now dispelled And the weight of what had happened in my burning, brainless passion killed me – filled me with a sort of sadness I had never felt So that now this outlined figure on my wall that faintly flickered seeming only to grow bigger fanned the fires of my hell “it’s the maplewood,” I echoed, drawing shades to break its spell … and yet still the shadow fell Feeling now my heart beat faster, I stood searching for the master of this spectre on my plaster born of shade that I beheld And on noticing its placement, I turned hastily, impatient to the room that stood adjacent where I’d hung a head of elk “just the antlers,” I sighed, then closed the door to break their spell … but yet still the shadow fell Finding neither rhyme nor reason, my assuredness did weaken and the silence seemed to deepen as the fear within me swelled For the foul, fantastic monster my imagination conjured looming larger, fiercer, stronger, grew impossible to quell And the phantom’s form felt foreign as of from another realm yet… familiar as well “Is it you?” I whispered softly, fearing something there ungodly like some spirit sent to haunt me from the deepest depths of hell But the shade seemed not to hear me, though I voiced again my query so, succinctly and sincerely, I then simply asked it - “… Elle?” This I asked, and heard my voice repeating back the name of “Elle!” Only echoes, nothing else Now I lost all my composure, - struck the wall, and shrieked for closure Struck it over and then over with what strength I could compel Fists so frenzied and ferocious, in the grip of a psychosis and the beat of every blow was like the sounding of a knell … like the beat of bloody blows with which I’d beat the life from Elle Faithless bitch. I’d loved her well And the shadow, so incessant, still is present, still is present like a token of the essence that malevolence befell And so far beyond redeeming, there my soul continues screaming ‘neath that shadow with its meaning as to mark me as its whelp As the vile, abhorrent monster that no mortal man can help This I am, and nothing else. |
SOL Season 2
Vs Burd
Laser aimed at your core, Ima let it air there square Empty the clip til the beam comes out ya stomach lookin like a Care Bear Stare My whole squad carry tools, don’t try to fuck w/ the king pal Sega Genesis Sonic: Run Into those Animals & every one of them Rings Out Wondering where your girl’s been? Ask if you feel doubtful She’ll start w/ “this is hard to say” then tell you I gave her a reallll mouthful It’s porno music when I call her phone, she had the ringtone changed for me You been changing your Ring Tone too - at the salon getting your anus bleached Vs NYCSPITZ This guy? I gave him a list of personals but his writing is obvious dookie If some shit I brought up goes far w/ Spits, it’s cuz I’m hocking a loogie Lost a topical to the warthog. Four-zero. Wowsers dude. Y’all went toe to toe w/ rhymes and that little piggy went to town on you Act like women like you but your methods are shady and sinister If a girl is well disposed to you, you hid the body after raping and killing her One minute in your topical league and I got props that’s bigger than you Step here and I’m a strict parent: you can get spanked w/ this Discipline too Vs Ahriman Act up it’s endin in violence. Even buck at your friends if they wildin Bullets roar through a circle - that’s the fuckin MGM Lion You & your girl start bickering and she come straight to my dick for a ride Funny she call urs a matchstick… where it’s a rough patch that box gettin hit on the side Guy’s mug is a fucking nightmare, think of it late in the night Got a noodle that’ll keep you up, no pool flotation device Sharp said he had a chance here? Sooo polite. Total class. Too bad Argon get his hopes up and find out it was only a Noble Gas Vs Saint Look, There isn’t a problem here I can’t get the Draco to solve When that ringggg light up Saint’s head trust there’s no halo involved I’ll beat you in every category. That’s nothing but honesty fam Your idea of a competitive edge is jerking off for as long as you can At this point I’d be stunned if your phrasing was actually crisp dawg Wp like a defibrillator - if what you say is CLEAR then it’s gonna be a bigggg shock You’ve seen my name in every top ten - I’m murder with it sucker 20 years in, YOUR name still as Listless as your girl is when you fuck her Bitch loves it when I choke her, always calling my dick boss I got her working graveyard shift - she seeing stars when she gets off Vs Resin MIC Bring the G19 where you live, pussy. I’m taking alllll your cash Fuck ur environment. I’ll pull the plastic out & separate the paper from some trash Plenty bullets, Ima shoot those - let a few go if you don’t act right Quit the tough talk Res… you let a Phew go whenever you pass a black guy And the way you look at a Labrador? I could never trust you for real Whether it’s cooking or fights w/ your wife – you got an Old Yeller up in your grill Can’t even guess what she weighs. She never spent a day in gymnasiums Impossible to give a ballpark figure when she’s the shape of Yankee Stadium She gotta lap dance to pay ur gambling debts cuz you fucking suck at poker Irony 101… she’s Grinding Bones for Bread and looks like a fucking Ogre I’ll haggle on price w/ my shooters, but they bringing the 4 for you dummy Roulette wheel: you dropped the ball.. & when a number gets settled on you losing more than your money Okayyyy you champed last season but all you hearing now is hell nahs Wasn’t ur first rodeo. But you could only hold on so long before you fell off Vs Defiant Ur style is hit and miss so good luck if you tryna advance, queer If MY text is up and down it’s “I ReAlLy ThInK dEfIaNt HaS a ChAnCe HeRe” Chernobyl fallout looking mufucka. You never balling w/ chicks bro If you got the digits for something extra on the side, we’re talking a sixth toe You’re fat AND boring. What you make w/ the pen’s awful Verse the same as your diet is - eighty percent waffle Hear the revolver BLAOW and you’re going down, sonny I SAID THIS AIN’T MY FIRST RODEO. Yea that colt’s coming out bucking Or I’m auto squeezing, even better. You’ll bleed forever See me bare arms going BRRRRR like white women who need a sweater Vs Dave Originally Posted by evaD Fuck text I’m catchin bodies and leavin em in vacants You’re here to cement your place in the playoffs.. I’m here to cement your place beneath my basement Nothing but trash that ur flexin’… But I had to laugh at that mention - I nicknamed your bitch cement - found her wet, put a hand in & left a lasting impression I’d never seen a wider snatch … like she allowed five guys at a time to smash Had trains run through that British tunnel. Now she spread her legs like “Mind The Gap” Pull up next to you in the whip... The crew got 4s to unload My dogs sweeping your car - you get sent to the other side like border control Anyone I’m in a bout with, I’ll outwit. You should sense the danger & leave Bro my bars the same as your mouth is – creative angles with teeth And I killed you in our last match. You can’t STILL think your writing is tight With that approach, Ima ring your bell again... At this point it’s like riding a bike Got the Uzi for your bitch ass. Trigger squeezing, heat pop Keep acting Camp David... Ima let that Middle Eastern Piece Talk vs Hush Ur pops was a pussy. Never crossed the cops or resisted arrest Only thin blue line he ran from was ur mom’s positive pregnancy test Guys, his woman is hideous - I can’t even put sperm in the box Not sure what fantasy world Vixen but there’s nooo way his girl is a fox If I got a thong request, my girl wear what I say & give me brains again If Hush got a Thong request, he’s telling the DJ to play It’s Raining Men Lemme try to drive the point home: you’re really not gifted dude When you try driving the point home you get a zero star Lyft review vs Resin MIC Smacking you back to China again is nothing but fun for me bro Ima make you look dumb w/ the flow Remind you of your communist roots - everything you produce just keeps getting publicly owned AiYyOo… I post up with OGs - get respect in the streets that I’m traveling You post up with Oh Geez when you check in and see who you’re battling Wowwww @ that champ match, you sure showed me your brand as a textcee I mean damn bro, you really went after me… In the league’s standings the next week Signed out like a butthurt bitch the moment you lost in that feud It didn’t take a Pet Detective to know why a Snowflake was gone from the pool You shouldn’t be in the playoffs now - wayyy too much of a princess I really gotta question your entry here, like when your wife asks “uhh is it in yet?” I asked her mouth or pussy. We can do it the nice way if you choose, boo But if I gotta get the chopper out? It’s gonna be tied to the fuckin back door gettin slammed like a loose tooth She tells you everything’s FINE… but I’m the one who gives her a slick cunt She gives you that mechanical bull but in practice gets off w/ a big buck One more math teacher line I’ll send ur body back to China bro Police like my worst students. They’ll never learn how to find the Slope Matter fact, ya whole fam get clapped if you messing w/ the gawd Keep talking & that auto reply. You’ll get the message when they’re gone You were desperate to champ but sorry man, it’s not happening Your league run a claw machine: started to pick up only for the prize to slip through your grasp again |
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GOAT x2
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Nah. Pretty good though.
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GOAT x3
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