Lil Raskel vs mUaY-aUs
 

01-02-2002

mUaY-aUs:
-i'll give you some extras-
i bring absolute terror from punches that execute
my brut rhymes electrocute lil raskal like a man in a parachute being hit by lightning/
my metaphors infect your upper gut, slowly and painfully causing an abdominal cut/

extra punchlines extra:
my rhyming tactics make products like lil raskal and his crew-a bunch of 'noob' spastics/ *..one more..*
inhummane punchlines get me all warmed-like iron in a balcksmith you get melted then reformed/ *...just another one...*
i break your jawbone give you a galllstone-because of your unfortunate hormones you moan like a whore/ -..*i'll finish soon*...
lil raskal gets broken like the water from a pregnent woman-it's unexpected-unspoken- but something bigs about to happen like a lifetme token/ *...ohhhhhhh...you'll need some medical attension soon..*
i make your ballsack look more like your grandmother clack-same as 5 cent thailand whore your a dick nymphomaniac...............*ok your dismissed....*



lIl raskel:
Son your wack, matter of fact, this "Pharoah's" scared of my "tight (w)raps"// (mummy)
your style is "anchient", rip out your tongue, theres no way to fight back //
i might snap, but not mentals wise, im talking bout' bones son //
never tried an "L" !? how rude of me, well here, you can hold one //
your souls done, after i smash your body with sick raps to thrash //
you'd think im a "vet" the way i tend to split cats in half //
do the math, my path of destuction will never die //
challenge me 7 times, you'll still loose on the seventh try //
defeat the Kal !? hell no, got a better chance of placing first //
if your hunger tells you to win, i guess you obey your thirst //
i spray the worst, all my bars reach and touch your quads and abs //
your verse is weak, cant you see !? you cant even stop the laughs //
i'll drop this "ass", and no im not a plastic surgeon //
thats for certain, as i leave most missing parts, then after searching.......

punchline extra:
i bitch slap muay-aus ass backwards like criss cross//
and run through ya grill quiker than dental floss//