PoizonusJK vs LilHeadKilla101

trap. · 01-28-2013, 03:42 PM

03-05-2002

pjk:
talk-is-cheap, lil head, so walk-with-me, i'm gonna show ya/
how poizonus cuts ya throat up, stab you, and leave ya stomach open/
blood-is-flowin, he's still alive, tho his chest is in sections/
spread on the bed where i left his intestines, right next to his weapon!/
i step-on-his-neck-and crush the cartiledge, hear the screams?/
i murder his soul while his body's still breathin, i hope it's clear to see/
you're either in fear-of-me, or you lyin dead on the pavement/
red in my basement from storin your limbs and severed head in a basin/
you-know i'm like cu-jo, bite through-bone, if you battle me/
you're a casualty, get dumped-in-a-trunk, glass shards puncture-ur-lungs while ya atrophy/
i grab five knives to slit ya with, castrate you, and slice appendages/
i'd call you a 'sell out', but no one 'buys into ya shit'/
challengin me? i can't help but laugh at emcees/
i 'rock' crowds like 'mics' on 'mountains', while you're just talentless, see?/(rock tha mic, crowd, mountain....bah)
i show you how men rappin got smacked-with hatchets till their clavicles broke/
poked holes-in-the-lungs, open-them-up, put a gash in the throat/
from inside-your-neck, try-to-step, i'll chop your 'legs off'/
hit you with a neck shot, make your head drop and tell you to 'step off'/
you've 'bitten' off more than you can chew, till you die chokin/
chop u in half and send the pieces east and west, now you're finally bi-coastal!/(rappers want their ish popular on both coasts)
wack fagets get folded like craftmatics, what u claim to be doper for?/
i'll rip out ya vocal cords and stab u in the jugular wit broken boards/
i'll throw a match in ya lungs when i open ya sternum/
u still couldn't spit flames with the gasses smokin and churnin, throat's chokin and burnin/
fuck fireballs, i fight with fire arms, while giant claws/
blaze by ya jaw, rippin it off while you try to talk/
if it sound like a threat then i mean it, i'll sever ya penis/
till your pelvis is bleedin, in serious need of medical treatment/

sorry it took so long, i got in trouble at work.....lilhead can u post this ish?

lilheadkilla:
Poisznus, we all know you had a finished verse before you even asked-to-spar, key one tomr? but such a simple task-is-hard~
i know your a 'whack mc' with your ass-tarred, grasp-ya-heart and blast-it-far, this kid aint DOPE anymore, he went into rehab and came out a chip-monk (chipmunk)~
you said you could flow i couldnt believe it when ya ship-sunk, is jk-drunk? what a 'waiste' (like infinity lol) kid i rip-junk~
they call me lilhead, so you must be my follower, it appears you cant spit, so you must be a swallower~
after i leave the room theres nothin but red like a stop-light, gettin dropped in a top-fight, if you think its "time to win" you aint set ya clock-right~
im "droppin a deuce", and i dont mean takin-shits, ya fakin-spits, i'll cause you to "drop n roll" like obesity wit jamaican-tits~
im rapin-kids, ya must be sour im... dippin-poisznus, breakin-lips, rippin-scripts, Sight a hoolahoop dancer? nah, but he's shakin-Hips~
Poisznusjk aka studdering stanly by the way hes always "forcing syllables", it aint even funny how lilhead's straight torchin & killin-fools~
ever heard his audio? he resembles a local pizza place tryin to serve cats wit NO-DELIVERY, im always telling peeps "good knight" (goodnight) but what can i say? i flow-with-chivalry~
im always killin cats like my name-was-itchy, rip me? bitch you sickly? the pain-is-strictly flippin ribs & ya tongue trips when you lick-me (DOPE)~
if i wanna see-jk-Hips i'll go to a porn-site, from what i can see u werent born-right (c-section), jk aint wit the fads fagget, pants aint meant to be worn-tight, the 'EYE' of the storm-might leave you wit torn-sight~
can u believe jk lost to a biter? haha ya got beat by jeeps, eat ya poor-text, you fucked up like ya having midget whore-sex~
ill finish more-vets than a 10 foot Dr. Dolittle marathon, and yes you DO-LITTLE, i tear-upon this wack cat~
attacked wit bats in the back til you flatline, j or k(jk) spit a phat-rhyme? i wouldnt count on his off track-time ~
quit tryin to hack-mine, get outta my comp tryin to steal-bars, i'll rip you real-hard real-far leavin you wit real-scars, im 'drivin ya nuts' til ya feelin 'a bit blue' like tiel-cars...

01-28-2013, 03:42 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	PoizonusJK vs LilHeadKilla101 03-05-2002 pjk: talk-is-cheap, lil head, so walk-with-me, i'm gonna show ya/ how poizonus cuts ya throat up, stab you, and leave ya stomach open/ blood-is-flowin, he's still alive, tho his chest is in sections/ spread on the bed where i left his intestines, right next to his weapon!/ i step-on-his-neck-and crush the cartiledge, hear the screams?/ i murder his soul while his body's still breathin, i hope it's clear to see/ you're either in fear-of-me, or you lyin dead on the pavement/ red in my basement from storin your limbs and severed head in a basin/ you-know i'm like cu-jo, bite through-bone, if you battle me/ you're a casualty, get dumped-in-a-trunk, glass shards puncture-ur-lungs while ya atrophy/ i grab five knives to slit ya with, castrate you, and slice appendages/ i'd call you a 'sell out', but no one 'buys into ya shit'/ challengin me? i can't help but laugh at emcees/ i 'rock' crowds like 'mics' on 'mountains', while you're just talentless, see?/(rock tha mic, crowd, mountain....bah) i show you how men rappin got smacked-with hatchets till their clavicles broke/ poked holes-in-the-lungs, open-them-up, put a gash in the throat/ from inside-your-neck, try-to-step, i'll chop your 'legs off'/ hit you with a neck shot, make your head drop and tell you to 'step off'/ you've 'bitten' off more than you can chew, till you die chokin/ chop u in half and send the pieces east and west, now you're finally bi-coastal!/(rappers want their ish popular on both coasts) wack fagets get folded like craftmatics, what u claim to be doper for?/ i'll rip out ya vocal cords and stab u in the jugular wit broken boards/ i'll throw a match in ya lungs when i open ya sternum/ u still couldn't spit flames with the gasses smokin and churnin, throat's chokin and burnin/ fuck fireballs, i fight with fire arms, while giant claws/ blaze by ya jaw, rippin it off while you try to talk/ if it sound like a threat then i mean it, i'll sever ya penis/ till your pelvis is bleedin, in serious need of medical treatment/ sorry it took so long, i got in trouble at work.....lilhead can u post this ish? lilheadkilla: Poisznus, we all know you had a finished verse before you even asked-to-spar, key one tomr? but such a simple task-is-hard~ i know your a 'whack mc' with your ass-tarred, grasp-ya-heart and blast-it-far, this kid aint DOPE anymore, he went into rehab and came out a chip-monk (chipmunk)~ you said you could flow i couldnt believe it when ya ship-sunk, is jk-drunk? what a 'waiste' (like infinity lol) kid i rip-junk~ they call me lilhead, so you must be my follower, it appears you cant spit, so you must be a swallower~ after i leave the room theres nothin but red like a stop-light, gettin dropped in a top-fight, if you think its "time to win" you aint set ya clock-right~ im "droppin a deuce", and i dont mean takin-shits, ya fakin-spits, i'll cause you to "drop n roll" like obesity wit jamaican-tits~ im rapin-kids, ya must be sour im... dippin-poisznus, breakin-lips, rippin-scripts, Sight a hoolahoop dancer? nah, but he's shakin-Hips~ Poisznusjk aka studdering stanly by the way hes always "forcing syllables", it aint even funny how lilhead's straight torchin & killin-fools~ ever heard his audio? he resembles a local pizza place tryin to serve cats wit NO-DELIVERY, im always telling peeps "good knight" (goodnight) but what can i say? i flow-with-chivalry~ im always killin cats like my name-was-itchy, rip me? bitch you sickly? the pain-is-strictly flippin ribs & ya tongue trips when you lick-me (DOPE)~ if i wanna see-jk-Hips i'll go to a porn-site, from what i can see u werent born-right (c-section), jk aint wit the fads fagget, pants aint meant to be worn-tight, the 'EYE' of the storm-might leave you wit torn-sight~ can u believe jk lost to a biter? haha ya got beat by jeeps, eat ya poor-text, you fucked up like ya having midget whore-sex~ ill finish more-vets than a 10 foot Dr. Dolittle marathon, and yes you DO-LITTLE, i tear-upon this wack cat~ attacked wit bats in the back til you flatline, j or k(jk) spit a phat-rhyme? i wouldnt count on his off track-time ~ quit tryin to hack-mine, get outta my comp tryin to steal-bars, i'll rip you real-hard real-far leavin you wit real-scars, im 'drivin ya nuts' til ya feelin 'a bit blue' like tiel-cars...