[trap.]

vs Toil

But while ur doing that, without a condom ima rape ya bitch..
So after you’re done raising my money you can raise my kid
I fear Sam X, but for you him being a fag is not a problem…….
Infact, take the T out of ur name & u two would have a lot in common
You owe my nigga Res an apology, obviously you rob him son
Cuz you flip Metasins lines but where you think he got ‘em from?
You’re british so I know you got some bad hygiene kid
My lines make nigga’s ‘yell oooh’ like what the color of ya teeth is
At UA you was a nobody, a loser, just another small shit
Until… Advance, Fist, Chance, Radius, and Med All quit
“Laz is a terrorist, blah blah” all ur personal choices spoiled kid
Everybody go read PBA season one.. it’s fuckin obvious Toil did
Yeah I’m skinny, but with my knife I take the breath of foes
So the skeleton in ur closet is me waiting for you to get some clothes
I said I was doing schoolwork, but it was a flawed excuse
Cuz I was really writing a verse for Num before I even acknowledged you
So keep playing nice guy, only way you’ll excel, plus bitch
You’ll never see a ‘throne toil’... but everyone else just did


vs Defc0n

You got a long battle ahead of you, im leaving ya nervous..
‘So So Def’ aint a label, its what people say after reading ya verses/
Like one of ya testicals.. ima leave ya surrounded in nut..
Niggas battling me like Native & Aloe aint clowned him enough/
Ur such a fake, forever bein a hypocrite when ya callin text gay..
Dropped a farewell speech on Prowlers then came back the NEXT day/
Ya boy Rahims real dope, the way he free’s all this stuff..
Raps about rocks for thirty minutes then you leap on his nuts/
Being an obsessed homosexual is as far as your talent goes..
It went Cutty, Moe, Rygar, Native .. and now its Aloe’s nose?
Dissin everybody elses tracks cause ya a wack ass bitter fag..
Since when was talking real fast over techno considered rap?/
Ur gonna have “skinny” punches, that how easy it is to predict ur shit..
But everybody nose why I don’t even havta diss on ya picture bitch/
You won MM, but that’s cause you got jocked through partly..
Plus you & e-2 turned that battle tourney into a fuckin costume party/
Ya cried when they dissed on ya jacket, u hated them makin fun of you..
So u hung it back up in the closet next to some high heels & a bunny suit/
Ya think ya don juan, but no girl wants u, not even if the broads chest less..
U aint Most Wanted jus cuz u look like someone off John Walsh’s top ten list/
I wont mention his name, cuz it’s a subliminal level I’m blazin’..
All ima say is, you’ve BIN compared to him on several occasions/
Now reminisce to the past, when Moe got at u so u started dissin his raps..
But the second he mentioned fighting you were crying an kissin his ass/
I couldn’t diss ur old rep, cuz you use to be reigning high in text..
But now ur only remembered by those times u got sonned by Ry in threads/
Ill say, “I suck at battlin, I think ima have a problem with him”..
Just so I can drown you in the puddle I fish for compliments in/
I could never be a thug with a gang, my hearts full with glee..
But I DO drive-bi’s.. only cuz ur crew wants to carpool with me/
See those were generic punches, just more proof that im rippin ya stupid..
Cause you aint ever wrote something dope unless a pic was included/
You’re still a light weight, so ima be eating you early..
Nigga just stick to ghostwriting AKA helping people lose tourney’s/
You been at prowlers for a few years, which has u exposed as worthless..
Cause ive been archived on here more times then you’ve posted verses/
Aint even make it to the next round & ur already dieing Con..
So I’ll spit my 2nd round verse at ya funeral to ya crying mom/


vs Adonis/Ajax

First Def, now Adonis.. I’m steady clownin men..
METASIN.. haha I bet your bitch ass just hit the ground again/
Nigga lost to him twice, obviously u need another plan..
Heres one, write shit that someone besides you understands/
Or buy some ghostwriters, you can pay with licks..
Or just take Sage Francis off ya gaw damn playlist bitch/
You’re far too abstract, ya raps wack an ya flow sucks..
Ur like Rygar.. sike, I just wanted to give ya hopes up/
Yeah when it comes to this rap shit, I may be nothing but rookie..
But nigga u in LAW SCHOOL an still aint touchin the pussy/
Im told im a clone alot, look what ya started bitch..
Guess my styles about to be a bastard if u the one who fathered it/
Cuz when I pull out my blade you better pray we aint paired up..
Or Ima have you looking like the dude Ichabod Crane is scared of/
But I got a plan to where no one will ever know ur dead homie..
I’ll just cover you up with all the love letters Def wrote me/
Now heres a list of things u don’t know-1) what its like to rap with a mic..
2) tappin ass, & 3) what the second round of march madness is like/
Remember Prayer For The Dead? The dopest spoof that you writ..
Now a Prayer For The Dead is something we’ll havta do for you bitch/