RESSURRECT VS TWrex

[God Of War]

posted on 1/5/01

RESURRECT

Aight dog some body asked me to spit some real shit and you get to be first one to receive about 35% of what I consider real shit...I would'a made it longer but I am ready to go home now so...

GET YA SOME DONUTS...A GLASS'A MILK and PONDER THIS SHIT...

It's simple to see ya definition of skill is re-tarded -
Dumb ass... -
Got caught look'n for ignitions to get beef started -
Ya heavy ego's skate'n on ice thin enough to fall through -
Ya lines is so disconnected -
No wonder labels neglected to call you -
I got this bitch held up like... -
Nooses, red octagons and a teflon conglomerate -
I'm bomb'n wit a persona of defiance and armor shit thats stop'n you from dropp'n -
It don't mean ya ill when I state that I got ya cough'n(ed) -
Apocalypse would be a fair measure of the tether hold I got on this cat -
Heard TWrex was blaze'n...well R.E.S. hotter than that -
Think'n your above my level cause I'm deeper than Poseidon -
And you post from the top floor a'the projects you reside in -
Besides men; only thing you fuck'n wit is death stepp'n to grim thought -
How this bitch serve'n a loss? -
When ya ass skin got the crub of my timbs cought -
I ain't even flame on yet -
And this pain spawned death in ya entire sect (section)-
I send fire in sets that decree 3 degrees in injury -
You couldn't see me if ya scripts was ephifanies in symphony -
I'm ripp'n knees so how you stand'n against this holocaust onslaught -
I championed this anthem to leave TWrex beyond lost -
I know just off G.P.(general principle) you gone respond -
But you can find less harm in stealthbombs -
Than when I'm spitt'n this maximum in defcons -
Constrict'n ya circumfrance til the sums empty -
When asked..how many can get wit me -
I proclaimed "definitely not this one!!!" simply -


AND NOW I SAY GOOD NIGHT

vs.

TWrex

eat shit and die.. :)

who's this shit-talking cat with the name of Resurrect?
with cliff notes and cheat sheets he couldn't come correct
an internet thug reject just trying to get his feet wet
he's not ready for this INQ shit! ready for defeat yet?
retreat and hit delete, you can't compete, abort mission
bitch, you just ain't ready for this supreme competition
soon, you'll be an apparition, a ghost of our past
just another punk bitch trash-talker who never did last
faggot, you are about as fruity as a swank grape
ya bitch, you get less airplay than a blank tape
you couldn't spit hot shit, you couldn't be fresh
even if you gave a fucking rimjob to David Koresh
i rip flesh and you'd have a hard time with a paper bag
i'll toss ya some Vicks so you can catch my vapors, fag
salt and pepper shakers aren't even as shook as you
i sure in hell hope your family doesn't look like you
you're an ugly motherfucker without any skills
if wackness was a job, you could pay my bills
run for the hills, T-Wrex is going to go in for the kill
brass knucks and steel toes, blood is sure to spill
you must be a Phoenix, cuz you never do win
get burned to the ground and resurrected again
you'll get a gun to your grin, if you fuck with my fam
BlackINQ for life, get the fuck out now, SCRAM!

bitch..