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trap. · 01-28-2013, 07:50 PM

05-30-2002

JASON SPITS:

My spits burn ya deeper than black momba venom/
Heading straight fo yo heart~like Blood poisoning from denim//
****** crashed~and your illness went with it/
Like Emmit Smith’s career~when his knee didn’t pivit//
the only place you be "servin emcees" is at yo local McDonalds/
Making vanilla milkshakes while ya fantasizing bout "ronald"//
Intriquite?~don’t you mean intricate-spits/
My punches hitting you harder than Granite-fists//
I can't feel yo punches~Like a parapalegic having sex/
You couldn't make a bitch wet if you slipped her X!//
Your more degrading to rap than an adult at McD's calling Kidpac sir/
your winning percentage is more pathetic than wins by steve kerr//
So you say your calling me out cuz I’m a wack noob?/
Stop riding my dick~Im straight~you couldn’t "get a clue" if yo name was "scooby"//
Bitch~my verse is phatter(fatter)than deluzion/
Punches hittin you so hard~they leave u in a state of confusion//

DOPERHYMA SPITS:

slashin-his-nerves, 'n' scrappin'-his-verse into fragments-with-wordz...
stackin'-this-nerd with the rookies packed in the casket-with-herbz...
i'm craving-a-thirst...savoring-spirts of ur blood while ur HANGING-up-wards..!!!
gripping tissues straining-em'-worst, then pain-seems when the cranium-bursts...!!!
vote for Jay when he's battlin' me?...yo, when you hear-it-lucks-happened...
take ya soul 'n' spear-it-fuck-stabbin, I'll have his spirit-just-passin'...
what the FUCK is a lyric-assassin...ya snipers got a phony-gun-limit...
niggas hate rollin with wack crews...thats why your the FUCKIN ONLY-ONE-IN IT!!!...
controlling-sons-gimmicks...slice-out-within, strike-out 'n' wipe-out-his-kins...
meticulously place blades through his heart...till its pokin right-out-his-skin...

Lemmie switch-it up...

toss established heads?...Dope's mentioned when they be askin' who-threw-the-vets...
jay's newbie ass is loosin' this battle quicker than a screw-to-the-left...
leave ya fibers askew-to-your-neck...eat lard? 'n' still never be phatter than me...
split ur body in half...watch me diss-ect this faggot bilaterally...
jason's back is feelin' real flimsly...'s cuz i'm gettin ridda his spine...
if i filled ya glands with mucous and coke you still couldn't spit a good line...
call me a pussy? bitch, ya girl was jumpin my king...i'm fine but you betta check-hers...(checkers)
theres dozens of her draws in my fuckin room...like number 12 inespectors...

01-28-2013, 07:50 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	DopeRhyma vs Jason123 05-30-2002 JASON SPITS: My spits burn ya deeper than black momba venom/ Heading straight fo yo heart~like Blood poisoning from denim// ****** crashed~and your illness went with it/ Like Emmit Smith’s career~when his knee didn’t pivit// the only place you be "servin emcees" is at yo local McDonalds/ Making vanilla milkshakes while ya fantasizing bout "ronald"// Intriquite?~don’t you mean intricate-spits/ My punches hitting you harder than Granite-fists// I can't feel yo punches~Like a parapalegic having sex/ You couldn't make a bitch wet if you slipped her X!// Your more degrading to rap than an adult at McD's calling Kidpac sir/ your winning percentage is more pathetic than wins by steve kerr// So you say your calling me out cuz I’m a wack noob?/ Stop riding my dick~Im straight~you couldn’t "get a clue" if yo name was "scooby"// Bitch~my verse is phatter(fatter)than deluzion/ Punches hittin you so hard~they leave u in a state of confusion// DOPERHYMA SPITS: slashin-his-nerves, 'n' scrappin'-his-verse into fragments-with-wordz... stackin'-this-nerd with the rookies packed in the casket-with-herbz... i'm craving-a-thirst...savoring-spirts of ur blood while ur HANGING-up-wards..!!! gripping tissues straining-em'-worst, then pain-seems when the cranium-bursts...!!! vote for Jay when he's battlin' me?...yo, when you hear-it-lucks-happened... take ya soul 'n' spear-it-fuck-stabbin, I'll have his spirit-just-passin'... what the FUCK is a lyric-assassin...ya snipers got a phony-gun-limit... niggas hate rollin with wack crews...thats why your the FUCKIN ONLY-ONE-IN IT!!!... controlling-sons-gimmicks...slice-out-within, strike-out 'n' wipe-out-his-kins... meticulously place blades through his heart...till its pokin right-out-his-skin... Lemmie switch-it up... toss established heads?...Dope's mentioned when they be askin' who-threw-the-vets... jay's newbie ass is loosin' this battle quicker than a screw-to-the-left... leave ya fibers askew-to-your-neck...eat lard? 'n' still never be phatter than me... split ur body in half...watch me diss-ect this faggot bilaterally... jason's back is feelin' real flimsly...'s cuz i'm gettin ridda his spine... if i filled ya glands with mucous and coke you still couldn't spit a good line... call me a pussy? bitch, ya girl was jumpin my king...i'm fine but you betta check-hers...(checkers) theres dozens of her draws in my fuckin room...like number 12 inespectors...