DA BIGGEST vs Creeping Death (Multi Battle)
01-23-2005
DA BIGGEST
It's like this...
You the whackest guy...
punch with massive rights, attack with ravage might make ya dash in fright
you can either lose, hack the site,get bashed tonight or just pass the mic..
quit actin hype, don't feud with..a savage human that'll splash ya fluids
like victims of random shootins so plan to lose this, ya whack'n useless
left blackened bruises, you deliver worse lines than Shaq in Blue Chips..
so stop the press, I'm hott to def with acid spits and toxic sweats
got glocks'n techs'n shovels to bury you like a fuckin ostrich head
you've lost respect, get stomped to death...hearts close when I start flows
nautious with barf loads, games on when I flame on like kitchens with charcoal
incisioning strained spleens developin gain green spillin blood on the dang screen
ya lame B, mainly just lately..piss in ya mainstream..the only gangsta seen sailing
I'll make you draw blood like sketchin self portraits, gettin ya corpse kicked
cave vocal chords-in, leave sword slits on portions of every one of ya organs
Finish Him!
yo quit the talk'n chat, you already lost this match..I spit exhaust'n gas
ya nautious fast, took a cautious glance saw Flo & another man lockin hands
I'm Frankenstein committin heinus crimes with bats, shanks and nines
I got your back but won't replace your spine due to my sacred mind
never patronize or feel my hatred rise...
cause any fans you EVER had were undetected by the naked eyes!!
KOS
Creeping Death
Its a multie battle....
I'm sick wit these, spittin' endlessly, rippin' geeks wit vicious keys
you hopeless wit it, feh the dope I'm spittin, you Da biggest..biggest fiend
Niggas quitin' when they screen shows a written that this nigga bring
Smash this bitches knees, then his feet, and slash his wrist & jab his spleen
back hand in this bitch so fast were back n the past when I hand um his ass
I blast back like back drafts when I blast raps wit crooked lines dude
Attack fags who act bad till you having flash backs when ya look behind you
What could I do, I'm hood wit mine you shook when I'm threw rhymin' it too
could rip ya entire crew, isnt this like, proof that I'm nicer than you?
Ya lines was stretched-& nice attempt but ya like a vet-& knowone likes ya yet,
okay
enough of ya stretched style tho... I just modified it yo, ya rhymes is broke
Mines is dope, And I won this multie battle wit inner rhymes alone..
And thats the truth, damn it dude ya whack and you cant stand the truth
Me rappin' is proof, cuz if the truth was in front of you, you'd be callapsin' too
Fuck it dude, take some asprins too.. Cuz I'm just crushin' ya verse youngin'
now poundin' wit gats found out he was whack without touchin' the search bottun
Bustin'-guns-&-slumpin-this-nigga-fo'? thinkin'-he-has-rap-skills
What-the-fuck-you-want-it-wit-da-flo? When keyin-I-am-mad-ill
I had to get old school an use the lines to show nerds all the multies
Didnt wanna use the lines, cuz they'd be over used this time
..cuz my whole verse is a multie....
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