Battle: Al-B vs Uncanny
Round: 2
Winner: Al-B
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Al-B
You conceited ass Bastard, Whatcha' gonna do Uncanny?!
You realize I be the Sickest…But, you don’t seem to understand me?!
I decay more teeth than candy, when I go for your grill
MY Testimony is YOUR last Will…"He knew I was Ill"
Yet and still, he contested. Be that as it may
If you lean that ass this way, I’ll put split ends in your toupee
Fuck what you say and all those big ass words you bound to quote
I’ll shove that shit back down your throat before you even a sound a
note
No doubt some shit that you rewrote. But its better that way
Let me reorient your face, Fucked up forever that way
Whomever I slay, best believe they’ll be burned
I make niggas want a come back like a Tax Return
I ain’t even concerned I "Block" that shit like H&R
Cremate your heart with lighter fluid and some muthafuckin' sparks
Before the flame starts I’m stabbing at it with a pitch fork
Drag it from here to Bridgeport, leave it in the ditch, tort
Give a fuck about your bitch thoughts, I’ll rip your brain from your
vertebrae
Fuck up every word you say. I’m known for puttin’ nerds away
Prefer you stay away from doin’ lines and shit. I ruin lives and shit
Pullin’ spines and shit. You still writin’ rhymes you can’t define and
shit
I like confine your shit in a gift wrapped bloody package
With an arm stuck in my mattress, torso bruised with scrapes and
scratches
Got whelps from whips and lashes. Al-B known for body stashes
Skull crushed with cuts and gashes. Body burned with plenty rashes
Jars filled with human ashes so the cops can put they hounds up
I already done dug the ground up. "Ding" Nigga, I think your Rounds up
You a bitch, I’ll lift your gown up, make you lose all your composure
From Indecent Exposure, of your punk ass to everyone who knows ya
Here’s my fuckin’ enclosure. I’ll spit mucus back up your nostrils
Have you sleepin’ with twelve apostles, dig through your bowels in
search of fossils
My shit’s COLOSSAL. So you can place that in your everlasting
definitions
Cause even Dionne with her predictions couldn’t foresee all these
afflictions….
sssssssssssss
Should’ve stayed in Retirement
hahaha
SicKesT
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Uncanny
to the beat of "The Fire In Which You Burn" by Company Flow/Indelible MCs
I'll come off half cocked with STILL enuff se(a)men to take your battleship
right
left
ambidextrously pimp slap your bitchass tattered scripts
my sharp wit so fly I pierce and make the sky deflate
shit I come up with make muthafuckaz grin and rewind tapes
Your mind must be misplaced, fuckin' with me insuring certain self-disgrace
you're so sick you'll deepthroat abortion forceps to save face
self-mutilation's what I expect so here's some rusty razor blades // have a field day
switching your name in fear of what my brain contains // Sure you're the shit!
Fertilize my lawn with your remains
Thinkin' you sickest // reaching for wins thru Me, all you feel is death's fringes
configurements designed vicous with flying digits// hittin' keys hands free
my minds vision telepathically submits my rhymes for me
you'll die screaming // body found of piss and shit your thighs reeking
I flaunt wit mics while you get caught, ass up filled with strap-on extensions
fucked by dykes
out like lights, or your sexuality as you step from closet confines
deposit sound mines that erupt and deconstruct your foul rhymes
reconstruct your bowel mind
so I can beat the shit outta you a second time
I'm known to decapitate kids hacked and strewn in ragged pieces
so you can chill, exchanging nostril dap with tha heads in my storage freezer
no love lost thru mutual holocaust // conflict is the tie that bind us
foolish enuff ta step to me retreat swiftly with one foot minus
appendages ablaze as I amaze men spittin fly-mental tinged flames
boom, boom
firing articulated artillery, now look who gets slayed
bitchmade, get sprayed like blank walls with an aerosol glaze//
Thank God, blessed, heavy mental // Killah Priest couldn't heft this
you couldn't beat me if I was danglin' off your fuckin pelvis....
skank.
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