BPC vs Richard Corey

[trap.]

02-21-2002

BPC (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=1874)


I raped-yo-scritps like u was Captain Kirk wrecked~down I scraped-yo-ships
I taped-yo-lips fo sayin shit,u the king well I collect~yo crown, I misshaped-yo-outstrips
Lyrical killer I burn-ya-grammar u bite-everything like my fame so return-da-glamour
Ill punches I excite-da ring u humor me so delight-da king so call me da slammer
im putting-down cats an action of a verb im shooting-nouns like a psycho English teacher
a wish-creature u hoping to be ill.rustle gospel, B closest thing to god, a swish-preacher
yo punches don’t hurt like lil kid play-fights RC =comp cause he mega bytes
yo verse dirty like tights that dint stay-whites, b so hot I decay-lights(dirty tighty whites)
Rich-da-best? Nah im the illest no contest. RC fanaticals well I switch-da-obsessed
RC Miserable from illness the bitches-depressed BPC eats yo verse and starts to digest
shit yo self-esteem, verses murderous I make yourself-scream take it to the extreme
like the X-games. B so ill theres no regime, I got iller flow then a stream
the mod that doesn’t-swear, comin prepare? Like a cancelled theme park it wasn’t-fair
those yo last 2 word, playing wit yo self the only way u win solitaire. U unaware?
Of the skill-I kick I make yo grill tick from thundering punches
B plundering-lunches eating yo verse I got u blundering-crunches (verse shortage)
I eat-yo-lines my tones like bones to the paralyzed I coplete-yo-spine. U wanna resign?
I'm like cancer u cant treat-mine,yo death? Well defeats-assign. Illest so call me divine

devine=god





Richard Corey (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=6)

You Better Pay Cash, I Bring Pain to Cats and watch Brain Panes Crack!
I'm the Bane of Playful Crafts, leave Bastards'n Painful Casts;
wack rappers with brainfuls of crack; and a frame full of gas!
I got a match! Use his body to break the plane of a Bullets Path!
To the "C" – we go, with concrete tied to your waistline!
A waste of time! Idiot, you can't smoke cocaine, never "blazin' lines"!
"Use your nose" to find clues, the murder weapons I hide inside you!
Bury you in a U.S. hole so deep, only Aussie dogs will find you!!
I defy you like a false god, I toss rods and stones at your jaw bones
'til you talk odd! Have your balls crossed, growin "unusual" like Tom Jones!
You're wack, that's the "end of discussion", I knock you "over and out"
Uppercut you and knock your lower jawbone, over your mouth!!

Launch this kid, knocked unconsious, b*tch! Styles astonishin'
while admonishin'! Constant vile promises, droppin atomic sh*t!!!

THIS FLOW...OH GOD, YA'LL JUST DON'T KNOW! Ain't too many ill!
when I kill kids like cheap abortions and past due bills!
so the next time you wanna see a vet rapper, bring your best chatter
Cause I'll hobble BPC like Kunta, never "step to the master!"