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Battle: Psychlone vs DJ Stress
Round: 3-a
Winner: TIE
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Psychlone

Whether resistant or durable? Kid ya parable's terribull
EYE be bouncin like balls-D J like Pals-y I'm CEREBRAL
Ya verse was so wack in fact it had me punchin tables
See my hunch's ya fable's chock full of holes like inner navels
I'm the CAPTAIN of the ship, shit ya better tell NEMO
I get ya open like Caminos leave ya soakin like El Nino
SUN ya couldn't BLAZE a TRAIL in a MIX with JALAPENO
Or make me move my butt if ya took away my Beano
I probe like dentist's picks when I flow like a Venice crick
Without a doubt I whip my Bic out and stick out like Clinton's prick
Yo if GREASE is the WORD I come phatter than Deloise in
Cannonball ya damned to fall while interest rates increasin
All bars are rolled in lard to leave ya soul full of shards
Like VISA ya'll soon DISCOVER I'm MASTER at pullin CARDS
No farce, Stress never accuse me of shavin points
I've proved I can make it buoyant excuse me I'll take this JOINT
Much HIGHER than Philly Flyers hoistin the Stanley Cup
I'll open up a can of whoop on ya voice MAN ya FUCKED
I wouldn't be surprised if you don't make it to 3 votes
I Sea ya letters' wetter than ya gizzard after deep throat
Stress's like a vacuum turned on by she-male chat rooms
Ya E-MALE address should say, " I suck those that lack womb"
No mystery this misery leads to ya obituary
I'll be the VICTOR fairy ya better off DICK-N-HAIRY
Asses, Stress ya just a facet of Psych
Ology I SPARK PLUGGED WIRES hotter than NOLOGY
Yo wake up wanna MAKE-UP try LOREAL
When I leave 2-PAC marks that SCAR ya FACE so ya CAN SMILE FOR ME NOW
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DJ STRESS

Hello, My Name Is Psychlone.....
I Hate it when kids like Stress shine on mics and bring sunny weather
Put a damper on my cyclones and storms, of bringing terror
Thought I was ill, then doc said "psychlone, you hypochondriac"
I write my lyrics with speed like reeves pushing a old blue Pontiac
With 174, 947 miles, yo, that stress, he's fat like bile
Serving up non stop verses, what's worse is, he'll smile
Remember when i was on trial, for being the wack rapper?
The verdict, i was guilty, tried to kill me, but ima actor
Yet the movies almost done, one minute away from credits
Cast your votes, throw away your trash, depart via front and rear exits
Stress says it's, better to get killed by him to end my career
The reason i think im so dope is cuz i got a drugged up ear
Snyper? clear; proceed to fire: deadly vernacular
Now's when stress picks me off, he just said "yo clone, im trapping ya;
Smacking ya, like Dracula, sucking blood out of your larynx
Put it in a bottle, full throttle, show your mom my spitting talents
The weather report for Pittsburgh, is filled with corruptions
Check productions, from Baltimore, it's all the more, destruction"
Complete instructions, final steps say, round 3 of Sime's tourney
Defeated by Stress, hence: my ended journey...... part II...
psychlone? what the fuck is a psychlone? a hurricane? violent tornado? gale? tempest? monsoon?
I reign terror through verbal abundance, on storming cats
kids talk about pestilence, i teach lessons sick like shitty swarming gnats
with doorman raps, not high class, cuz im serving you this delicious shit
call you master, make you lack words, you bastard, im splitting dicks
not lorena, kinda frank, maybe blunt, but i aint smoking
wish on the first star of the night, mad hope, but i aint joking
cutting throats and, splitting wrists, but that would be too simply classic
get your ass kicked, trying to surpass this, supreme and deadly axis
cut out your knee capses, and use em as ear muffs in winter
tie your toes to my blue hose and use the nails to remove splinters
put some wire round your teeth, add some powder to your wisdoms
then plug it to my mic, take cyclones choppers to my kingdoms
i believe we aint in kansas anymore, let’s see the wizard
tinman, you got no brain, im colder then that blue dog’s blizzards
sell the witch your gizzard and then use your tongue to lick stamps
send you mail, call this braille, after i ate you i had some “shit cramps”
got your pits damp, contrast the simple, simple, opposition
no mock division, 64/stress, and no one's living