Dyme vs Plethora

trap. · 01-26-2013, 04:18 PM

12-08-2001

- Plethora -

I see Dyme tryin' to catch wreck, leavin' stacks of vets vexed,
but pleth's got a pocket full of change, leavin' you perplexed by my complex text
I'll leave ya' broke necked and tone def, your pride is all you'll have left
not for long so til your last breath, my song prolongs your fast death
so get a Dyme and you'll get nonsense (nine cents) change. the pleths deranged, my claim to fame is spittin' flames, I've defamed more dame lame brains than Dyme's momma got chained (to my bedpost of course )
now my victory is evident, your torso is twitching with a severed head, I find your end irrelevant, just another half-bred dead president ( think about that one)
Your untimely death, though somewhat tragic, was a menagerie
I should get hours towards my community service for even let you battle me

- Dyme -

I don't know what it'll take to make this fag Plethora-spit-with-me//
cause his albums seen the 'boot' more than the shore-of-Italy//
my sword can rip emcees - making sure this queer-is-torn//
pop so much - just to listen - you'll need an 'ear'-of-corn//
everyones in tears of morn - ya mates-n-ya-family//
escapin mental wards with bad cars - on the 'brake'-of-insanity//
breakin ya family tree - killin the 'Routes' like removin-the-'roads'//
try to spit hot off the top and get ya brain nucleus-froze//
numerous flows - that wont give a dam if you try-and-stop-em//
CDs so bad - not even a fed or private eye-would-COP-em//
dyme will pop em - im the best formed of hands of god - like Zeus's-pottery//
you couldn't see 'bear-butt' in a Chicago nudist-colony//
as true as lotterys - dont know bout til it hits-you//
my 'reign' in the 'heir' will treat you like 'clouds' - cause it 'mist'-you//**

** reign/heir - at the top -- rain/air - where it comes from

good luck plethora

01-26-2013, 04:18 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Dyme vs Plethora 12-08-2001 - Plethora - I see Dyme tryin' to catch wreck, leavin' stacks of vets vexed, but pleth's got a pocket full of change, leavin' you perplexed by my complex text I'll leave ya' broke necked and tone def, your pride is all you'll have left not for long so til your last breath, my song prolongs your fast death so get a Dyme and you'll get nonsense (nine cents) change. the pleths deranged, my claim to fame is spittin' flames, I've defamed more dame lame brains than Dyme's momma got chained (to my bedpost of course ) now my victory is evident, your torso is twitching with a severed head, I find your end irrelevant, just another half-bred dead president ( think about that one) Your untimely death, though somewhat tragic, was a menagerie I should get hours towards my community service for even let you battle me - Dyme - I don't know what it'll take to make this fag Plethora-spit-with-me// cause his albums seen the 'boot' more than the shore-of-Italy// my sword can rip emcees - making sure this queer-is-torn// pop so much - just to listen - you'll need an 'ear'-of-corn// everyones in tears of morn - ya mates-n-ya-family// escapin mental wards with bad cars - on the 'brake'-of-insanity// breakin ya family tree - killin the 'Routes' like removin-the-'roads'// try to spit hot off the top and get ya brain nucleus-froze// numerous flows - that wont give a dam if you try-and-stop-em// CDs so bad - not even a fed or private eye-would-COP-em// dyme will pop em - im the best formed of hands of god - like Zeus's-pottery// you couldn't see 'bear-butt' in a Chicago nudist-colony// as true as lotterys - dont know bout til it hits-you// my 'reign' in the 'heir' will treat you like 'clouds' - cause it 'mist'-you// reign/heir - at the top -- rain/air - where it comes from good luck plethora