Remy LeBeau vs PoizonusJK

[trap.]

01-13-2003


PJK Spits
i lick-shotz, spit-hot with-glocks that split-knotz wit six-shotz
while you kiss-cock for zip-lockz of dough...kinda like kidpac
kid-stop, i don't-like-you, P' so-frightful wit gats-n-shells-for-crews
if chromes-find-you, no-white-dude's even half-as-pale-as-you
my raps-dispell-this-dude, splittin-his-back when i'm kickin-a-track
fuck lightin-crank inside-a-J, i'm a kid-wit-a-bad addiction-to-rap
this-is-a-fact...bitchez-an-fagz tryna rip-it-wit-wack pitiful-crap
gettin-a-cap spit-wit-a-mag till ur limbs-in-a-cast, riddled-wit-blastz
semi's-an-autos put remy-in-bottlez, it's hard-to-cope-wit-ain't-it
i spark-ya-throat-wit-flagrance then mark-this-ho's-accquaintance
Poizon'll fire-off 'dialogue' that expires-gods that whine-an-talk
pop-a-flow to rock-ya-dome, so drop-the-phone, who u tryna-call?
rapperz'll-try-n-test, bitch-please, this-G' laughz-at-a-child's-jest
i'm classed-an-profiled-best when shit-be a matter-of-life-n-death
bombin-these 'awfully' odd-to-see pop-emceez wit armory
u the definition of 'monotony', in all 'honesty' thas how it's got-to-be
'tragically' trash-emceez have-to-be 'rapidly' clapped-wit-beamz
da fact-iz-P'z 'actively' ashin-spleenz in rappin-scenes that'd-be sad-to-see
i keep raps-morbid, ya asked-for-it, so don't be duckin-the-verse
or u smothered-n-burnt an blood'll-juss-squirt all on ya tux-an-ya-shirt!


Remy Spits

This kids-a-threat?I'll dip-his-neck,in his own scrpits-n-setz//
Dont shout-wit-bursts,Print-out-my-verse,maybe then youd rip-my-text//
Amazin-heat,im blazin-p,lick-my-toes and taste-da-feat//LOL
The macs-i-grab,run after-fags,clip-reloads,He Chased-his-dream//
Ill blow-his-neck,Remy is so-inept,attack with no-respect//
Hes Dyin-Yall!spit multies behind Fire-walls..They Dont-Connect!//
P-jus-quitting?defeat-Us-quickly,can you see-us-spitting?//
blow-ya-fitted,oh-i-get-it,hold-ya-spittin,P's-Jus Kidding//
the merkin-stops?,Ill hurt-ya-watch,blow-holes-thru-ya-shirt-and- crotch//
postin-pics,jus throw-ya-scripts,show-toes-thru-ya-dirty-socks//
heart-is-blessin,marc-or-wesson,which ever one ill spark-ya-neck-with//
In Dark-im-blessed-kid,dont start-to-mess-with,Im smart-confess-bitch//
Hard-to-test-wit,i'll carve-ya-flesh-in,and and fart-on-ya-best-fit//
Ill beat-ya-still,ya multies?potless like sleepin-pills for narco-leptics//
Im spittin-this-frost you aint iLL jus spit limited-coughes//
ya image-is-soft still wonderin how much my pention-will-cost//
a gimmick-wit-thoughts ,ya Multis are like coupons a high percentage-is-off //
admit-im-ya-boss, Ill-like-the-front-of-name,and attentive-like-moss//
Spit-and-get-tossed,Killin-with-a-punishin-pain,you clenchin-a-loss//