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Senior Citizen
Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,870
Battle Record: 4-3
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01-03-2002
lil_raskal: Elementalist, your not sick, its just a weird nuerotic fable // i'll cut you "off the bard" like earth elements on the periodic table // gain a new psychotic angle, as i murder this scientist // supplyin wit, combined with spit, to pound hard like iron fists // my punches fracture bone, and my disses can slay attempts // outfielder position against a "Kal", with your rhymes you only play "D-fence" // place your bets, but place a check next to the box with "3" initials // youd think i owned a referee the way the crowds say "P's official" // eLeMeN !? well son, at least your thriving towards consistency // (LMN) conflict with "P" !? i'll leave you "soaked", rubbin your eyes and whimpering // so viciously, i'll swiftly be, using you to advance my status // clash with madness and meet "d-feet" like fetish having dancing faggots // glance at sadness when you face a vet, plenty have become a mute // let me introduce you to a tradition amungst us, called 21 gun salute // some refuse, but then accept the "L", like relapsing addicts do // ive smashed a few, herbs get tossed into my stew of acid brew // passing who !? not even if we ran on vinyls could you beat me on tracks // defeat me on wax !? not even if we fought holding matches to candle stacks // handle that !!! nah, i doubt it, im sick and rapping so effortless // oh, and me taking the "dubbya", doesnt mean i'm kidnapping the president !!!!! M Blaze: ~~ Still Spottin out you fake cats, with cut an posted raps My Brutal Rhetoric is still snappin backs, of ya wack that lack facts of ill spittin an battlin tactics,with automatic grammatics fully loaded that cause havoc, slash throats and inflict asthmatic sparatic last breaths, for you wackcees, burnin Raskal like packed-trees, and blastin on his ass like packed G's, my raps couldnt freeze at 90 thousand degrees below Zero, your skillz dont come near bro, Blaze TO HOT.....make these fools raught, decapitated corpses left in blood pools KNOCKED, caught hit ripped with fatal blows, expose the cartalige in ya nose recognize when fuckin with microphone pros,ya vital signs decrease and slows the tempature rise as i make heat increase with flows Lil bitch gets Stomped like Toes.. like john doe's IM leavin ya left unrecognizable, slaughtered by this midnight maraughter i make votes easily decideable, the difference in skillz is sizeable so wack you got no Spect ~only unlikeable ~ noticing your rookie attempts at punches an wordplay, beating me would be ubsurd mayn.. .lame BUSTA It would never HAPPEN....curb Stomped yOu so bad you ready to turn spiritual and quit rapppin....im laughin as Im stackin Wins, infinite Sickness like a jokers face card with grins... a raskal losin streak begins Lil rust but....shit......that shoul do it |
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