PoizonusJK vs Atari Logic
 

04-23-2002




Atari Logic:
I'm sick of the same poets sewing "faulty threads"
w/ bogus stitches,the hit list he wrote I witnessed,
claims to need a week to write verses.. spit ya whole life worth at me,-ya-never-made-it,
when ya "touch the keys" like florida buddists ya always premeditated,list off netcees-ya-devestated and like OJ claims "I didn't-make-the-cut",
what I'm I sayin? I'm a sharp tongued marksmen who'll peirce ya hit list and rip-the-paper-up! grip-this-fakers-guts and fill his stomach with butterflies,
he's nervous, buried below the surface epidermis burt crisp and mummafied,now come alive!! this script'll prolly get-no-answer,cuz ya only chance to "come back" is through a necromancer,
spell check yo banter cuz ya "speech is incorrect" my indecent intellect seeks to expose those who flow soley "weekend internet"..every day of the month I do this music in the flesh,
never been-depressed cuz compared to cats like you I'm Rakim-type-fresh,Poizon? don't JocK him, cuz-his-mic's-deaf that why it hasn't blasted feed back,In my veins I bleed rap, your blood flood to fill the seas back, I'm dealin so much pain you intruiged with trees and weed sacs cuz to a degree they ease that, I ceace it fully put a peice to ya skully and squeeze until ya see black
ya formulaic slang-squirt out the frame-work,
I inject forceful cybersex into cypher vets to make they "brain jerk", concoct a vice to ooze your knot give it a likely-use-as-a-door-stop Atari be spittin disses that miss less than U.S. in nightly news-war-spots


PoizonusJK:

:::::INTRO:::::

split ya chest-in-two, flesh spread-n-glued on the vestibule/
right next-to-you, left ya testicles stuffed in ya exit-wounds!/

if ya feelin-real-froggy, leap! n slugs'll spill-from-the-shottiez/
murder you so fast you buried with ya soul still-in-ya-body!/
my defeat's illogical, stompin-crews n atari's just playin-games/*
heat razor-blades to baste-this-gay n he's in flames dazed-n-hazed!/
crack-ya-wit-lead, beam fags n dump-techz, track-ya-wit-red/
till the front-flesh of ya face pastes to the back-of-ya-head!/
i'll murder the pack, then the 'lone-wolf', spit, get ya flows-took/*
i'll sever ya hand then gut you to death with ya own-hook!/
i eat emcees n swallow-ya-whole from the top-to-the-toes/
this jackass is so dumb i caught him tryin to hollow-a-hole!/
i hope-ya-stressin cuz you've challenged the 'dopest'-legend/
if i'm cut-bitch drugs-drip, when my words're spoken-flesh-rips/
battle-me? i make ya bone fragments-scream, musclez atrophy!/
bash-this-G so hard i'll shatter the earth's axis n reverse gravity!/
flatten-trees, logic's pasted in pavement, an emcee-omellete!/
you could beat JK? u must by lyin, n takin my shit outta con-text/
crush-ya-liver n dump-ya-quicker in the tennesee fuckin-river/
than ridin through palestine with an I'M A JEW! bumper-sticker!/
u MUST be dope how i'm smokin-you-bitch, yo, hoe's-shouldn't-spit/
fondle-my-ass i'll have ya spinal column-in-scraps, bones broke-in-ya-wrists!/
you babblin i'm battlin back-at-em, leave abdomens gushin-up/
punchin-guts n double-thugs wit a furious flurry of uppercuts!/
slay-n-twist-ya, u hung cuz it's curtains, sprayed-wit-pistolz/
fuck a straight-brush, use frayed-tufts of ya bones to paint-this-picture!/
stampedin-emceez till they lay wheezin n bleedin-in-jeans/
have u coughin-phlegm & ignite the Oxygen in ya breathin-machine!/
slice-emcees so fast the knife'll-bleed, stuck-him-n-stomped-him/
i'll vomit in ya blood and make u cough up blood-in-ya-vomit/

:::::FUCK YOU ATARI!!!:::::
expire-men, make you quit textin when i start to fire-pins/
hit u so hard the impact'll bring aphyliate out of retirement!/

the lone-wolf...his av...(it wasn't meant as in hook/chorus, but hook as in replacement to his hand/irony)...atari was a video game console too...lyin/connin...in text..."con-text..." pz