Hummel vs Big T
 

06-05-2002

Hummel (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=11099)

Punches 'land-ed' as if i were 'teaching' this Lil T about 'dirt-terrain'...Earth-to-brain, u should probably retreat, too late, "ya see that herb-get-slain?...Whos to blame? ya got more plain sheets than turned off Hewlett/Packard Deskjets...
'N got more Death-threats than Ken Griffey Jr after he stepped on the Reds'-set...best-quit Hummel will test back-discs with 'fascist' axes leave u thrashed-kid... 'capitalize' off my brashness? nah u gettin rubbed out like lotion on ashed-legs...
Hummel is the last-kid u wanna rap-with ya get slashed-hips with my sandscript...while u handprint bad-writs lower than 18 methane gas, well below tha standard...your followin vicious writtens, like the Ravens watch all ya lines get blitzed-in...
You steppin to me, stupid like thinkin kerosine jackets are flame-resistant...plus your lame-this-instant, for Christmas put "being gifted" on ya Santa's wishlist cuz Lil T could be 'preachin' the "Word of God" over seas & couldnt accomplish 'missions'
invincable against ya weak-thesis, u flee-these-scripts with speed-of-feet-sprints... your verses or homeless income charts whats the difference? similar cuz no 1 'list-ins'...bringin stoves to kitchens is the only way ur delivery will contain-tha-heat... hummel makes battles like school detention how ur forced to refrain-from-speech...





big t (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=481)

I’m sorry it took me so long to post…I had already typed the battle at home and put it on a floppy-disk, to take to school with me. But then internet at school didn’t work…I truly apalogize.


HUMMEL

H couldn’t be hot if he was the middle-letters of his name//(eminem)
Rip his head of his frame, only to show him that I’m insane//
You’re a faggot talking about putting a sword-on-me//(sodomy)
You’re boring T. And fuck speaking out loud, I’m roaring heat//
I flow more often then hydrants near a fucking pyromaniac//
I’m a crazy cat. Fuck his D/R, even they say he’s wack//
Blow his brain to bits to give peeps a piece of his mind//
T is the kind that passed holy, leaving Jesus behind//
Rhymes so addictive, readers be taking screen-shots//
Make his spleen rot, I flow dope like fiends’ snot//
South-park avy? No wonder your spits are low-born//
I will have this hoe torn. With original rhymes, no corn//(corny)
Dashed his fate, dropping orgasmic rhymes to have this mashed-herb-ate//(masturbate)
Passed your rate, of only H’ lyrics would reflect his weight//
Cuz this dick couldn’t be on top of his game if his nuts were marbles//
Kick you so hard in your nuts you can make cuts with warbles//
Rape crews and shake fools when I have to break rules//
Took off the first letters of ya name, to make clear I ate-you//(HU)

last line
\\ Me losing this battle? Yeah right, and Cindy Crawford is a man//
\\ To finish it off I’ll rip off both of his arms and offer him a hand //