BUTLER vs EtherealPlague vs Knawledge
 

01-14-2003

Knawledge

since personals dont count anymore...

punch ya nose through ya skull till ya bawling-wit-pain
so now you can sniff out whats wrong-wit-ya-brain!
I'm sick-wit-ma-own-clout n' rip-ya-this-whole-bout
slice both eye 'sockets' so fast, electricity-goes-out!
I slay-ya-brain-But! get ready ta be bracin-pain-dun
break ya cash 'flow' so fast, Butlers facin-pay-cuts!
sick-wit-these-vets, in this battle, the victor-is-set
I won't just hand you the L, I force it inta-ya-chest! (butLer)
poundin'-ya-cast, overconfident! Im groundin'-ya-ass
you'll face 'hell on high water,' I'll drown-ya-so-fast!
I know-ya-just-lyin'-G, so stow-it-and-fight-with-me
cuz you pre-write more then the Dead Poets-Society!


The Butler

look

you n wat army's beatin' me, stab u wit arrows kid
cuz i could drop 10 fuckin plagues, like pharoahe did!
teach ya little ass that you suck, fuk wat u see it as
yo how coincidental is it, that ether's really gassed!
fuckin faggot, slice ur achilles leave ya heel peeled
i'm like the middle of ya name wit cards, real deal!
white kid, ya preppy ass fears when i'm spitting flows
n i'm pressin' this square, like tryna stop videos!

queer...