PoizonusJK vs Deluzion aka KidPac

[trap.]

03-05-2002

POIZONUSJK:
i shatter ya face and leave half of ya brain splattered on plates/
bite-that, you dyke-fag, beat ur broken skull till the fragments'll break!/
i guess it's a matter of taste, but i still leave u with intracranial pressure/
lay ya on stretchers, while your shredded organs hang from the dresser/
am i alarmin this faget? he rydez my sack so much i'm-a start chargin to grab it/
touch them without payin, get ripped apart on ya matress, break his arms into fragments/
i stomp on ya throat till you can't breathe, bile coughed on ya clothes/
keep jumpin on ya neck till your spine has to be scraped offa the road/
open his chest, cut up his esophagus till the bones in his neck/
choke him to death, drown on ya own blood, ya throat iz in shreds/
even bein dead, kidpac comin 'hard'? it must be a deluzion/(rigamortis)
i hit him so hard i'll knock his skeleton out of his flesh, fuck leavin him shoeless/
why'd you change your name, got tired of bitin tupac?/
u so wack your post count ain't even half the number of losses you got!/
crewless? i'd call you useless--my style? i'd call that ruthless/
ur victory's just a deluzion, the reality is ur lozin ur internal fluids!/
this ho should quit-rappin, his shit's-lackin, leave your bones shook/
when i beat you with the scraps from the oakwood they used to make ur notebook/
go-look for another profession, nobody feels your bitten lines/
and if they ain't bitten, i guarantee they're ghostwritten rhymes!/
my verbs are like spittin-knives that remove your skin from its frame/
i'm 'blowin up' like i shoved the grenade in my mouth and the pin in ya face/
chop off ya head till the blood sprays from the top of ya neck/
ram ya with a sledgehammer, slam ya till ya severed head's coughin up phlegm/(phlegm=mucus)
back-to-the-murder, put a crack-in-ya-sternum, and shatter yur ribs/
the way i splatter this kid you'd think i mixed pancake batter with it/
slash-up-his-hip from the inside, tear the femoral artery/
i bring more 'shots' than 'alcoholics' in 'liquer stores' committin 'armed robberies'/
stoppin-me? if you try i'll make ya cranial plate cave in/
break facez grab a spade, wave it and crush you in forty eight places/
i've told u once before deluzion, i'm bad for ya health/
like tellin jokes to retarded people with knives till they start stabbin themselves/

i know the last line iz a common joke wit little kids, it's based off a little kids joke yes....i just wanted to twist around somethin everyone knows and make it hit...and those that don't know, deluzion's name used to be kidpac......






DeLuZiOn (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=2228)
.::Intro::.
A deluzional thought, wordz animate pictures--murder left cops Lost when they Found out ||
So much SPIT in your mouth when you rap everything get DROWNED-OUT||
pjk got a checklist which he checks off "head"z after performing his "perfession"||
Wackness detected, leave catz leakin so much blood they unable to get erections||

.::Gettin iLL::.
Deluzion testin fortitude contortin dudes wit a deadly armada ||
Omnipotent rhymes, stipulate the truth burn holes in molten lava ||
Augment skill, real individual built wit brain matter forever ill ||
AIDS imbedded at birth, infecting my mind, lines neva do less than kill ||
****** Gets Gory In War* front page, earning the headline ||
Fully bled spines, Praying to god that i dont make this battles DEADline ||
You take criticisim to the fullest, Od'n on drugs so catz would call you dope ||
Eject ya eyes, throw em' @ ya spine, watch ya back, conniver approach ||
Your short punches like Midgets boxing, so ima hafta crunch this fight ||
Like Theives stealin board games pjk I'll take your life ||
Bust shots in lobby's, diggin up dirt 6 feet as a unique hobby ||
Deluzion tighter than a full body bathing suit covering Oprah's body ||
Birth was tragic no hospital, short of doctors so also "lack of patients" ||
Slice ya left hemisphere so i can break your concentration ||
pjk's a str8t punk, wit no girl but somehow still he pussy whipped ||
Constantly rippin the mic, blood leaks from my palms & leaves gushy grips ||
Indentations stashed, dashboard shatters prior to glass slits ||
Thoughts deranged, the devil takes lives, mutin all ya cries ||
Demented mind, pain theived for granted, ya screams used as chimes ||
Seek flesh for food, Carnivorous mindstate eatin away emcees ||
After spittin ivory tusks, hold high ya guts plus end ya dreams ||

.::Final Rippage::.
Emcee who gets beatin, labeled abusive & smacked up wit ya lip gloss ||
Spit raw, grasp ya heart centered in ya chest, yank & pull ya tits off ||
I Battled your father & Spoiled The family roots, you inhereted wackness ||
Use jaggers from a ***tus to crucify you, Deluzion oasis whoopin asses ||
Spill chemicals of red shades on the pavement, hurry call the medicals....!