Spit That vs Styles

trap. · 01-25-2013, 05:15 PM

07-06-2004

styles

I'll make a mockery of ya name, we'll be laughin at ya S.T.e.e.s...(stees)...
I'm heavy weight, eating this mild, like a fat bitch eating cheese...
Your skills are so old and stupid, like grandma's knitted sweaters...
I bet you couldnt do a 'dot to dot', if you deleted both your letters...
I'm like a mobile toaster, I can pop-up in any place...
I run you, like the council runs ya name(s) in lower case...
I hate you full stop, like an obese getting served veg, and 'potata's'...
And I support you like your knees, with both your legs, amputated...
I chat shit, but it only seems to happen when I read your rhymes...
Cos thay make no sense, like to a 'boside' tryin to read between the lines...
Ive realised that everytime you write a piece, your weakness infests text...
When you write them, they turn out like offsprings of incest sex...

-Good luck...

Spit That

My tendency for voilence and my fist leave scars on faces
He couldnt show signs of illness reserving disabled parking spaces
Style talks real tuff but he walks around prancing with fear
So Ill put caves in his chest to make mansions for bears
Your styles long since died and we dont acknowledge the dead
Cuz if I can only win by a hair..it'll come of Ben Wallace's head
When I fuck your girl..I can always bring out the best in her
And the closest you'll come to joining WCC is being a wrestler
Styles Gotta rely on luck so you better be kissing a clover
Cuz Ill aim for your notes just to bust the lip of your voters
This bitch is a kid so like hall montors I'll stop this child
S.T.
Afros
Sagging Pants
Platinum Teeth
3 bar lines
^^^ The only proof I need Im on top of Styles

01-25-2013, 05:15 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Spit That vs Styles 07-06-2004 styles I'll make a mockery of ya name, we'll be laughin at ya S.T.e.e.s...(stees)... I'm heavy weight, eating this mild, like a fat bitch eating cheese... Your skills are so old and stupid, like grandma's knitted sweaters... I bet you couldnt do a 'dot to dot', if you deleted both your letters... I'm like a mobile toaster, I can pop-up in any place... I run you, like the council runs ya name(s) in lower case... I hate you full stop, like an obese getting served veg, and 'potata's'... And I support you like your knees, with both your legs, amputated... I chat shit, but it only seems to happen when I read your rhymes... Cos thay make no sense, like to a 'boside' tryin to read between the lines... Ive realised that everytime you write a piece, your weakness infests text... When you write them, they turn out like offsprings of incest sex... -Good luck... Spit That My tendency for voilence and my fist leave scars on faces He couldnt show signs of illness reserving disabled parking spaces Style talks real tuff but he walks around prancing with fear So Ill put caves in his chest to make mansions for bears Your styles long since died and we dont acknowledge the dead Cuz if I can only win by a hair..it'll come of Ben Wallace's head When I fuck your girl..I can always bring out the best in her And the closest you'll come to joining WCC is being a wrestler Styles Gotta rely on luck so you better be kissing a clover Cuz Ill aim for your notes just to bust the lip of your voters This bitch is a kid so like hall montors I'll stop this child S.T. Afros Sagging Pants Platinum Teeth 3 bar lines ^^^ The only proof I need Im on top of Styles