Odyssey vs timevirus

trap. · 01-25-2013, 07:06 PM

08-31-2004

timevirus

go ahead & bring ya weapons, it's futile trying to win this
u can't kill me - cuz battling u proves i have no life to begin with
not only are u gettin shanked, seems u been craving it too
the fuckin lines surrounding ya name are straighter than u
i'm blazin this newb, bitches get turned into statistics
before u win this, lil john will earn a doctorate in linguistics
i could spit a simplistic hit & leave u in columbine condition
ya lines are STRAIGHT UP ASS - like the doggystyle position
i'm the deadliest combination of all of your hopes & fears
ur gettin ripped more flawless than the rocks on oprah's ears
u lack a few elements: flow, punches, imagery, & wordplay
when it comes to being a cake eater, u must have 365 birthdays
blah.. i've slayed over 200 net kids, it's the same old shit
your battle record of 58-17 is impressive.. as an 8yr-old's tits
how's it feel being fed your own brains by the spoonful
u couldn't regulate shit if your name was Metamucil
u got a crew? well they can take notes as i murder a fetus
find Strength In Numbers, cuz letters & words are ya weakness

'later

~O~

I really thought I had to step up, battleing TV
but it's funny, I forget that it CAN'T see me//
I've watched your battles, you grumble like a bad ass storm,
but the only time you reigned, was against Reborn!//
and that's sad, you should of stepped up cause I've versed you pawtna
how can your third rate verses beat me when my name ain't Wasta//
it's weird, TV was gone for a LONG ass time
and STILL came back with these rust clad, bored ass lines//
what's the problem?, your ghostwriters' refusing to scribe?
you gotta pay that man dollars, save your nickels and dimes!//
'Virus you need him, when I'll bury you with words by the pound
you spit like Shaq with a lisp, and I'm a Skillz freestyle//
it's over, I'm too vulgar, so the Champ is here!
knuckle him until his chest is puffed up like a crammed brazeer//
he's ALL bitch, how Tinker Bell think she can stand with me?
I'll have T's whole race singing for god, like he banded with Creed//

~Fuck with me.~

01-25-2013, 07:06 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Odyssey vs timevirus 08-31-2004 timevirus go ahead & bring ya weapons, it's futile trying to win this u can't kill me - cuz battling u proves i have no life to begin with not only are u gettin shanked, seems u been craving it too the fuckin lines surrounding ya name are straighter than u i'm blazin this newb, bitches get turned into statistics before u win this, lil john will earn a doctorate in linguistics i could spit a simplistic hit & leave u in columbine condition ya lines are STRAIGHT UP ASS - like the doggystyle position i'm the deadliest combination of all of your hopes & fears ur gettin ripped more flawless than the rocks on oprah's ears u lack a few elements: flow, punches, imagery, & wordplay when it comes to being a cake eater, u must have 365 birthdays blah.. i've slayed over 200 net kids, it's the same old shit your battle record of 58-17 is impressive.. as an 8yr-old's tits how's it feel being fed your own brains by the spoonful u couldn't regulate shit if your name was Metamucil u got a crew? well they can take notes as i murder a fetus find Strength In Numbers, cuz letters & words are ya weakness 'later ~O~ I really thought I had to step up, battleing TV but it's funny, I forget that it CAN'T see me// I've watched your battles, you grumble like a bad ass storm, but the only time you reigned, was against Reborn!// and that's sad, you should of stepped up cause I've versed you pawtna how can your third rate verses beat me when my name ain't Wasta// it's weird, TV was gone for a LONG ass time and STILL came back with these rust clad, bored ass lines// what's the problem?, your ghostwriters' refusing to scribe? you gotta pay that man dollars, save your nickels and dimes!// 'Virus you need him, when I'll bury you with words by the pound you spit like Shaq with a lisp, and I'm a Skillz freestyle// it's over, I'm too vulgar, so the Champ is here! knuckle him until his chest is puffed up like a crammed brazeer// he's ALL bitch, how Tinker Bell think she can stand with me? I'll have T's whole race singing for god, like he banded with Creed// ~Fuck with me.~