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trap. · 01-28-2013, 06:35 PM

05-01-2002

CritiCal Danger (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=13284)

:::INHALES:::

Diabolical-skriptz fore-see PROPHETZ of knowledge on 38 wayz yo leave a LYRICIST-ripped//
jagg'ed mirror-tipped-spitz shatter relectionz of wackness like brickz thrown at bladderz when split//
defeat is somethin u need to admit & abort your course of worthless effortz tryin to penatrate my fort//
i'll have tha rest of tha this board visitin this dork in a verbal intensive care unit strapped to life support//
I'll scorch ya corpse in tha first round as you get robbed-of-ya-fame//
injectin midEVIL-saw-through-ya-brain wit venom fangz lodged-in-ya-veinz//
we-will-see-who-gets-slain-when you post wit your non-competitional spitz//
i'm infiltratin-ya-defense like bulldozerz on steroidz prepared to blitz//
ya mouth....it splitz from ear-to-lipz so how you claim u spit hot//
i'll verbally shove my FOOT so far up "GLOCKS" "ass" and WEAR hislarge "intestinz" for tube-SOCKZ//
fumed-spotz wit TOXIC SPITZ attackin nervous systemz when my FLEMN-reactz//
once i send-these-catz to torcher facilitiez with their limbz-detached//
cerebreal rimz-get-cracked while roastin over open flamez.....left wit a grease-fried-bladder-and-a-slit-to-ya-lungz//
after ya vaporized they'll have to pick ya liquified-matter-up-wit-a-sponge// You Couldn't "HIT" "TIGHT" "KEYS" if you "FUCKED" "ALICIA" at the "AGE OF 3"/
SO I TAKE THIS WIN and leave this "bastard" be/

Glock22 (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=13225)

Glock22
Looking for a battle? Well I got one right here
Thinkin u royal, u ain't no were near
Cuz my flows stay fresh, and u know they ain't clean
After this you'll be the next outkast, but never on screen
Come on CriticalDanger your rhymes are garbage and you a waste
Ya rhymes are like tap water cause ya flow has no taste
How are you gonna come at my name wit a sloppy spit
Da only way U really seeing me is if you copy shit
And for ya girl I have plans to see-ha
CriticalDanger You are more than a woman like that girl Aaliyah
U stealing lyrics, not even, your robbing-flows
ill? The sickest you’ve been is in bed wit the common-cold
CriticalDanger -, how dare you talk-shit
you’ll be popped-quick so I suggest u stop-it.
I drop-hits, get more brains than ten-genius’s
the only “P” you could beat, is men’s-penis’s.
for sure your rhymes could run a mile.
run straight into my hand so I can simply crush 'em with a smile
I'm gonna flow over ya
Like (what) like water
When I leave you drowning
Ya'll look smaller
I don't give a fuck what they might call ya
Keep a tight clip
But only thing is my bullet might slip
I be the nigga that y'all niggas wish y'all can blaze that
I put niggas where they can't get their days back
So gone brush your hair nigga, I knock off wave caps
And I leave have niggas like CriticalDanger can't say jack
You were already lost, hear that sound
That’s the bell cuz you lost before the end of the first round
The Feds gave the description, that you’re the kid wit plenty of meat on his ribs
And the one with no wins
I got my license to rap
Burnin you up and make you say ‘sorry Glock I only got my permit”
Shit's over niggas, your rhymes is bullshit.

01-28-2013, 06:35 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Critical Danger vs Glock22 05-01-2002 CritiCal Danger (http://www.****.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=13284) :::INHALES::: Diabolical-skriptz fore-see PROPHETZ of knowledge on 38 wayz yo leave a LYRICIST-ripped// jagg'ed mirror-tipped-spitz shatter relectionz of wackness like brickz thrown at bladderz when split// defeat is somethin u need to admit & abort your course of worthless effortz tryin to penatrate my fort// i'll have tha rest of tha this board visitin this dork in a verbal intensive care unit strapped to life support// I'll scorch ya corpse in tha first round as you get robbed-of-ya-fame// injectin midEVIL-saw-through-ya-brain wit venom fangz lodged-in-ya-veinz// we-will-see-who-gets-slain-when you post wit your non-competitional spitz// i'm infiltratin-ya-defense like bulldozerz on steroidz prepared to blitz// ya mouth....it splitz from ear-to-lipz so how you claim u spit hot// i'll verbally shove my FOOT so far up "GLOCKS" "ass" and WEAR hislarge "intestinz" for tube-SOCKZ// fumed-spotz wit TOXIC SPITZ attackin nervous systemz when my FLEMN-reactz// once i send-these-catz to torcher facilitiez with their limbz-detached// cerebreal rimz-get-cracked while roastin over open flamez.....left wit a grease-fried-bladder-and-a-slit-to-ya-lungz// after ya vaporized they'll have to pick ya liquified-matter-up-wit-a-sponge// You Couldn't "HIT" "TIGHT" "KEYS" if you "FUCKED" "ALICIA" at the "AGE OF 3"/ SO I TAKE THIS WIN and leave this "bastard" be/ Glock22 (http://www.****.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=13225) Glock22 Looking for a battle? Well I got one right here Thinkin u royal, u ain't no were near Cuz my flows stay fresh, and u know they ain't clean After this you'll be the next outkast, but never on screen Come on CriticalDanger your rhymes are garbage and you a waste Ya rhymes are like tap water cause ya flow has no taste How are you gonna come at my name wit a sloppy spit Da only way U really seeing me is if you copy shit And for ya girl I have plans to see-ha CriticalDanger You are more than a woman like that girl Aaliyah U stealing lyrics, not even, your robbing-flows ill? The sickest you’ve been is in bed wit the common-cold CriticalDanger -, how dare you talk-shit you’ll be popped-quick so I suggest u stop-it. I drop-hits, get more brains than ten-genius’s the only “P” you could beat, is men’s-penis’s. for sure your rhymes could run a mile. run straight into my hand so I can simply crush 'em with a smile I'm gonna flow over ya Like (what) like water When I leave you drowning Ya'll look smaller I don't give a fuck what they might call ya Keep a tight clip But only thing is my bullet might slip I be the nigga that y'all niggas wish y'all can blaze that I put niggas where they can't get their days back So gone brush your hair nigga, I knock off wave caps And I leave have niggas like CriticalDanger can't say jack You were already lost, hear that sound That’s the bell cuz you lost before the end of the first round The Feds gave the description, that you’re the kid wit plenty of meat on his ribs And the one with no wins I got my license to rap Burnin you up and make you say ‘sorry Glock I only got my permit” Shit's over niggas, your rhymes is bullshit.