vs Rudge1 (2 Rounds)
Stop and see that you to text is like Black and Decker to cosmetics
You're writing with skills less seen than rapping lepers with prosthetics
I'm the reason for this basis, now gaze as Jesus ruptures faces
And since I left your knees hooked up to braces- you can't "flea" much like
the bassist
I read your stuff in patience- hoping you might throw some mad clout
But Rudge1 does more "rim jobs" than Shawn Kemp in a bathhouse
I've been tempted to pass out- from the wackness of your choke holds
See, I asked Rudge if he'd toke bowls- and he said "sure I love to smoke
poles"
So fuck your homo, sober ass- I know you're reminiscing about the days of old
When you use to party by renting gay porn and drinking a case of Jolt
My very appearance causes your automatic fear and mechanical panic
Since I saw you sucking the crocodile hunter's dick on the Animal Planet
In an interview you said "I can't write, and '91was the last I read rhymes"
So I'mma be sleepin on your shit, cause it's way past my bedtime
And I'm saddened, cause you brag at Mr. Universe contests, "I've had him"
So, yo Adam, is it ok if I just add an M and call you madam?
Cause you're a fag and everyone knows I'm rippin your edible replies publicly
Leaving you with more bandages than medical supply companies
You can't contest this you deaf bitch, cause steppin to me when my breath's
crisp
Is like Kevorkian's victim's, cause Rudge- you must got a death wish
Ain't no room to give this bastard comfort- I'mma smash your bumper
While this mass-debunker and master plunders this faggot ass-spelunker
Once, you were enemy one- but blown down from faking melodies, son
See I ain't even warm and I'm blazin you like your hometown in 1871
Since Chicago "bears" no pro by the name of this shitty, starvin, brash geek
Because my verses "get more looks" than both of Ricky Martin's ass-cheeks
I see we meet again, except this time you had to FIND some extra lines
& that's the reason why you got all those hyphens-in-that-rhyme
I leave asses painted, & you got a smudged bum- want a grudge, son?
You ain't fought a battle yet, but you're about to dRUDGE 1
You're breathing on the fumes left wheezing on this dude's breath
So what if you beat Oracle; he ain't even got a pube yet
Wait, what am I talking about- neither do you, your riders are few
But that's because your recitals are too crude to reside with a crew
Even biters refute plagiarizing your stuff since it's so horribly wack
You'd probably make this battle racial saying, 'There's no ignoring me- black'
Yet seeing how weakened your text is, there's no need to impress kids
I'll bet you'd pop your blowup doll just to leave a bitch 'breathless'
Bionic leagues of force are forged in legions warped with seething warts
In honesty, of course- I'm sicker than moldy cottage cheese & borscht
I attack with wondrous, youthful vision- my acupuncture bruises rhythm
But you're so terribly unskilled that 'wack' becomes a euphemism
Everyone knows I bust a nut because my prose erupts with lust
Rudge only lives in the 'windy city' because he blows & sucks so much
& hoes would love to clutch my dick except you're always riding it
Even the last one was decided, kid- only god knows why you tried again
Hey Adam, I'mma steal Eve & leave you strangling on a digital tether
Cause all you are is a Trojan since you were 'ribbed' for her pleasure
You got no brains, my one syllable is better than your whole page
Your dumbass thought 'Madagascar' was ghetto slang for 'road rage'
This rogue raids your media zoo- my devious clues are feasibly true
& victory's like a supermodel because I make it so 'ease E2 do'
I'll menace this lame rapper 'till his reticent brain splatters
Cause I got my 'name inside his head' just like Jennifer's 'Grey matter'
Adam's so greasy that petroleum jelly's now play-doh to Rudge
I'll take out your tongue & inject heroin so you can't 'say no to drugs'
Your horrid typing failed- fuck a reign; my torrents strike with hail
Rudge is left to nurse his wounds just like Florence Nightingale
You're child's play, don't even think your maturation's spawning
You're too busy throwing pebbles while I'm saturation bombing
Why'd I prepare the fanciest script? This player- Evantheus rips
You're the pansiest bitch, stop asking to share the championship
This transient's sick of everything your Nazarite ass recites
Cause my soul's glow turns hoes into PermAFROdites
E2's a machine, & remains calm when this impatient slut revolts
Cause every time I battle Rudge, he licks my nuts and 'bolts'
I enlighten by receiving rays; you're the tireless type in need of praise
It's obvious Rudge is dyslexic, watch him try & recite his CBA's
Thinking of trying to challenge me? Go get your head scanned in sections
Cause that's a penalty that's stiffer than a dead man's erection
Like the Rose with abortion this is where the choice stops
Evan's got so many rhymes, I had to install another voice box
You're 'bananas' thinking 'split' personalities won't leave both of you dead
Your focus'll shed- as I'm bashing this championship trophy over your head
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