De-Star vs Aristotle

[trap.]

04-10-2002

Aristotle:
Yo I took my loss in the first round
with grace~and~dignity/
but you're like a preacher fondling children,
and I'm 'bout to displace~your~ministry/
I've got a taste~and~affinity for
buckin'~cats~in~their~guts/
when they brown-nose themselves,I come around
and you'll be ducking~back~in~your~butt/
you could tell ya friends how I fell
and go on for months~and~brag/
but if I take away ya shell, we see who the bitch really is cuz you front~in~drag/
no matter what, I'll have your head
rocking back n forth like a punching~bag/
you could do cruches~for~abs, but I'd still
penetrate & demonstrate my fatal~moves/
if you ever thought you could take the #1 spot,
if must be April~Fool's/
shake ya like cradle~tools/
your words could never stick together
with staples~and~glue/
I could call you a jackass, but it's
not nice to label~mules/
you couldn't see me with a flashlight/
so you try to be me but you don't act~right/
get blown out like a glass~pipe/
you wanna live the "fast"~life, well you'll be feeling empty like you was obliged to Ramadan/
knowledge is wealthy
and I got my eyes~on~the~parmesian/
while you seem to stay healthy by "running on" like a sentence with the commas~gone/
my rhymes stay "wet" like Madonna's~palm,
when~she~grabs her crotch/
watch how I stay hot, pen~to~pad,
stay rockin' like the best~spots/
put you in your final rest~stop/
you basically full o' shit like pet~shops/ an underage worker gettin' shafted like sweatshops/
even if you were a play set designer,
you could never get~props

De-Star:
twix’s battle wasn’t to hot, so now you’ll get chared-in-the-sezsion,
de’s~stars-are-the-lession, I still couldn’t be moved if you spit bars-of-depression!

Back for more huh? alright you asked for it…AHHHHH!!!!

You’ll die-by-my-grasp, get trapped then burned, when I leave you alive-in-the-crash,
You can beat me? Those lies-are-the-last, ‘watch your shit expand’ when I pull your “eyes-out-your-ass”!!
I’m the badder-star, that spits madder then ‘chakacon’ with the “phatter”-bars,
After you get heated, I’ll leave you ‘on fire’ like that “card in your avatar”!
Calling-me-out? Make your ‘spits skip’ when I’m “stalling-your-mouth”,
You the type to get your ‘tongue pierced’ just to say you have “balls-in-your-mouth”!
Knives-are-handed till wives-are-stranded, and Aristotle arrives-in-a-bandage,
In this ‘game’ I ‘got the advantage’, So I guess my “lives-the-gambit”!(under his name)
You’re out the district, which means I’m schooling you like kids on Probation,
After this battle, I’ll leave you unknown like your own location!(his location’s blank)
I’m drawing such a fierce line not ever Hannibal Lector-would-cross,
You’ll be loosing the toss, so after this I’ll leave your Record in loss!(2-3)
Dropping you and leaving you Dead-on-the-board, fill the lead-in-your-whore,
Even if you ‘jacked my dick’ you still wouldn’t be “ahead-of-the-lord”!
Spilling red-from-your-cords, I’m bored-of-my-rival, ‘flow’ more-then-the-“Nile”,
You still couldn’t ‘rip a verse’ if you “tore-from-the-bible!”
Score-for-the-title! This is round 2, you spit-first, ohh those fists-hurt
Incisions? Shit your ‘lines couldn’t flow’ even if your “Stitched-burts”