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Join Date: Aug 1997
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Battle: Blind Fury vs G-Force
Round: 4
Winner: Blind Fury
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Blind Fury
Blind Fury winning all March Madness tournaments,
Flush out ya organs, preserve them, and hang 'em up as ornaments.
Take off ya skin off, wear it at S & M meetings,
You feel the pain from the gauntlets and intense beatings.
Bomb threats require complex methods of evacuation,
So in this tourney you coming off like Condoms post Ejaculation.
Too late to withdrawal from this war like US in Vietnam,
There's no comparison, I'm weighted higher than you in all diagrams.
So make having No Limit(record)s your main Priority,
Even then you still couldn't reach me with your stanza made of inferiority.
Tongue lashings spread across ya area, like malaria,
Try to digest my words and it will disintegrate your interior.
Learn ya lesson, professing, lyrics showing no progression,
Shouldn't be treated at all like a Magic Johnson infection.
Snipping G~Force at highway intersections,
Now ya second-guessing, your weak trials at aggression.
Blind remains strategic, words paralyze leaving ya paraplegic,
Professional emcee, G~Force falls short of Collegic.
His mind's filt with fan-ta-sy, and weak plans-to-be,
The man next to the man 10,000 miles-from-me, please don't try to copy-me.
The Hyp-notic, Narcotic, making your rhyme seem Idiotic,
Your Psychotic, to think you could make me jump back with the use of Hydraulics....
Please, amateur I know you smarter then that,
Check your temperature, I've overtaken ya thermostat.
In ya habitat, "Make It Hot" ter than SupaFriendz under a Green House Effect,
G loses excessive amounts of breath.
From faulty atmosphere, which got his head gassed, in need to be oxidized,
I'm the catalyst between you and Round 5.
But there, can only be 4 MC's to Advance,
That's why I take drastic measures, to cripple your Stance.
Alter your Plans, Romance your eyez to keep you in a Trance,
Then hop on my horse and impale your-gut with a Lance.
Symbols the end of your power like the Berlin Wall collapsel,
Replay your demise for eternity with the loop button in my time capsule.
You wouldn't be safe battling me if you body was lubricated,
Contract full blown hemophilia when my illness penetrated.
Combust your iron lung device like John Wilkes Booth,
You from the South?...Pull out your molars and auction your gold tooth.
Hang you-up on the White House, mauled and crucified,
With a scroll attached, stating never contest Blind.........
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G-FORCE
U couldn't see me with tha Hubble Telescope cuz U BLIND like Venetian
I'll leave U face down drownin' in ya own secretionz
carcass reakin'// dumb ass leakin like a sieve
I'll slash ya jugular vein and gash ya wrists
Shatter tha Myth// That Blind Fury would advance to tha fifth
Tha G FoRcE is slayin' all contenders// U betta surrender
cuz I'm blowin' up like Air Bagz in Fender Benders
Assasinate you and your $MAGISTRATES INC.
Didn't Ya Moms tell U you'd go Blind from too much masterbating
I'll take ya head and shove it up ya Asshole
then Tear U out tha frame like Stolen Picasos
I Blast holes through ya chest wit' my sawed off Shotty
Call U Evil Knieval and break every bone in ya body
U think your Naughty?? yeah right, Your full of shyt like a Porta-Pottie
Puncture your eardrum now your Def, Dumb, and Blind
Maybe you'd stand a chance if I wrote your Fukin' rhymez
and sent them to Sime//
U couldn't come Correct with MIcrosoft Spell Chek
Fukin' with me is like a game of Rushian Roulette
Your turn with jus' one shot left
I'll chop off your JEWELZ of MAN and wear dem shytz around my neck
I snap necks and crack backz wit' my Chiropractic Tactics
This ain't a Fashion Show so FUK U and ya Bitch ass Graphicz
I'll show much love by smashing your ballz with my tennis racquet
Match point!!!//
U wouldn't have game if your name was Denzel in a Spike Lee Joint
I hope your Hungry cuz i'm servin' Knuckle Sandwiches// Plus i damage ribz
Reduce U to a SpecK like HONEY I SHRUNK THE KIDS
"I tawt I taw a PUSSY.....I did....I did...."
U had betta call for back-up from your 1-army
Cuz U could Bomb me//
With all of Suddam's hidden arsenal and still not harm me//
I'm Invincible// Strap U like tha Principal//
I'm UNFUKWITABLE but afta last night witcha girl i'm not a Virgin
Rip ya heart outcha Chest like a Cardiac Surgeon
Not TACO BELL but Gotchu runnin' for tha Border
Tha Day U defeat tha Force is tha Day that Hell Freezes OVER!!!
G FoRcE
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