The Rowdy One vs. Thumbsdown

[God Of War]

posted on 3/18/01

TheRowdy0ne

I never turn down a battle so here's my verse...nothin' but luv...

Rowdy calls Thumbsdown up on his cell...

Rowdy: What are YOOOOUUUU doing?
TD: Watching the market recap, drinking an import...what are YOOOOUUUU doing?
Rowdy: Beatin' the shit out of you...

*Rowdy stuffs brick in pillowcase, begins wailing on TD*

You goin' out on top? Only as the final corpse in a mass grave//
Crushin' emcees with justice served...I sentence you to last place//
I already won this battle, you just wastin' your breath, groupie//
Rowdy's turnin' this battle into a rap horror movie//
Should I spare TD? That's a real fuckin' bright question//
Consider your life threatened//
That typin' class hasn't improved your mic presence//
I'm here to cop the crown, Thumbsdown bringin' some awful sounds//
Pullin' a Ma$e, retirin' before his wackness gets off the ground//
You on some filler line shit, on some lame clutchin' nines shit//
I'm on some steal your style, repeat the same fuckin' lines shit//
TD's nervous, and sweatin', I'm gonna teach this cat a lesson//
It's all downhill from here, Rowdy's a Soap Box Derby legend//
Watch the carnage worsen, 'cause you stylin' harmless verses//
"Got Delivery?" I'm spokesman for the United States Postal Service//
The Tonya Harding of hip-hop, I flow 'til your weak in the knees//
Thumbsdown's just an appetizer, but Rowdy hasn't eaten in weeks//
Off the dome? Your freestyle track took a hundred and three takes//
I can kill you with a punchline and hide your body under a beat break//
Bought ya demo tape, it's savin' grace was the lame ass intros//
Your only breakthrough doin' headers through plate glass windows//
Took your pride, girl, chain, and mic is there anything left to win?//
Beaten so badly, TD wasn't identified by his next-of-kin//
Word of caution, to this dick you thought I was indifferent towards//
Packin' a popsicle frontin' like you swingin' a liquid sword//
Check the science I'm the most unstoppable and the sickest force//
Broke through the immovable object...now you and I are on the collison course//
Get some breath control, TD's a "Mystikal on crack" rapper//
Rowdy battles and leaves it all on the court...like it matters//
Scorched your back torchin' cats to watch this faggot burn//
I'm so money I'm endorsin' H&R Block's tax returns//
You're not worthy hearin' my grimy rhymes, whinin' "I got dirty!!"//
There could be 32 rappers on this board and you wouldn't crack the top thirty//
Just a Jerry's Kid can't even front some muscle to flex rhymes//
Thinkin' you finish nice? Here's a good one "See you next time"//
And tomorrow ain't another day it's no longer Thumbs' battles that shine//
Playin' the role of bad librarian, cause I'm steady bendin' spines//
Blow spots of fools who spit awkward, like Shaq's free throws//
Cold-cockin' you, you'll think you're in a porn film with Sub-Zero//
I see the Adam's Apples, don't front like you pickin' up ladies, dude//
I'm sick enough to beat you to death with your first baby shoes//
Controllin' the Black Inq boards, consider this punchline the checkmate//
The way I just served Thumbs, I should be waiter of the decade...

vs.

thumbsdown

word word

Like Fire Stone Tires
your rhymes should be recalled/
girl got three tits
and hair plugs mean that she's bald/
my words cause more erections
than a naked Dominique Daws/
I'll pop ya head like Raiden
this victory has no flaws/
"the Rowdy One" a pun
for a young cat wit no balls/
right now you're getting shitted on
call me Steven Sea~gall/ (sea gull; Segal)
Howdy Rowdy? cowboy netcee
type with a southern draw/
gettin hitched wit his first cousin
September of next fall/
you will die without pride
no one will bear the pall/ (pall bearers)
and at the end of your funeral
your remains left in bathroom stalls/
I dance on ceilings
while you trip and fall/
I'm a chemistry major
you don't get science at all/
just an every day nigga
equipped with kung fu grip doll/
layin flat on his belly
doin the Armed Forces crawl/
accidently crushed his head
like Kids in the Hall/
make you give me head
and my woman some jaw/
showcase my wife
and watch you drool and slob/
Rename you "The Nutless One"
castration make you bawl/
still you question who "the man" is
I'm in Charge not Charles/
me and winning go hand in hand
like hip hop and "Yes Yes Ya'lls"/
You just blowin smoke
like halls full of menthol/
every time you think of me
God presses pause/
cause either I'll send you to hell
in gasoline drawls/
or leave you walking souless
like zombies named Rob/
I absorb ya punches
double return them like the Blob/
this cat stepped up
like it's a thrill to get scalled/
trippin over ant legs
tellin tales halfway tall/
'bout the de-feation of thumbsdown
when he's the one that was malled.

time to let the votes talk . . . nice verse homie