Spems vs White Heat
 

05-13-2002

white heat spits:

Couldn't resist the magnet after the site-shut-down//
I'll mix up Spems flow like rotting Hick teeth falling-out//
Shot down by photons I ain't passed 'enlightment'//
Bring solar eclipse and block out sun, different burn-tints//
A Deadly Deity is fed-up-with me, he walks in flesh//
Had to bite off someone's skin just to make verses look correct!//
No one hears you if you don't type up your rhyme//
Spems thought he was listening to text but was always blind!//
No wonder it was hard to find, your lines were stirpped//
Like poison-marks under fingernails, it's hidden-and-ripped//
You could get sugar on your keyboard and not come sweet//
I'll fuck up fruity chemicals in ya, make teeth hurt and bleed//
You wrote backwards like Jesse Jackson preaching white freedom//
I couldn't follow your verse, it's micro-posed voice was already eaten!//

(Already biten off of)

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spems spits

ey yo, i destroy lives, in groups of fives, throwing hooks and "crosses" when cult's crucify//
playin frisbee with knives, my lines are hard to "catch", noone survives, not even the vets//
spems spits hot to death, tellin "white" lies? like painted fires, heats in disguise//
like "sweaty" men, "heat" likes guys, kneecaps in your stomach, cause u got beat with ur thighs//
left in puddles, u pudd less, take off that dress, before someone notices the breasts on ur chest//
"built" bitchmade, "lego"(let go) of my dick, and go ask ur dad how kids are made..!//
my "techs" spell pain, sprayed - leavin fleshwounds ingraved//
deeper then razor blades, left "sour" praying for hospital attention, cause they "let men aid"//(lemonade)
did i mention ur gay,only chance heats got of ever gettin laid, if my dick didnt spit "son" ud be allegric to the shade//
trial, by fire, for murderin mc's? i got this "match locked"(matt lock), like "perry mason"//
defacin ur face with bricks- distorted, supported freebasin, like 1,2,3 diddnt u loose to jason?//
opps, i mean kosh the killer, shoulda won that battle if u hadnt spit filler//
im iller, my spits run tracks, like exhausted athletes, my salvia doesnt re"laps"...//