Kamele-on, G$Rydah, & C.A.M.P.A.I.G.N. vs Manyfest Destany, Arrogant, & TRE

trap. · 01-28-2013, 01:17 AM

01-26-2002

Kamele-on:

yo Im Kamele-on stright from the S D, and I garontie u dont want none of me,c I got a Legon of Angels that got my back, that wont hessatate to stright smack u wack, sit back then laugh,come on son u wana follw my path, or feel the wrath and aftormath, of the one who follws Christ, go a head keep talkin smack and get ur genes spliced, wach as i lyricly melt your DNA, got your cytoplast boilin like it was a hot day, collapsin your cell wall then make u pay, look at yall the 3 homo ridein the butt trian all the way to San Fransico then down to hill crest, were yall lick ya chest insted of werein a vest, now you were blessed to be in the presentce of the one who past the test, flowin wit lyrical faness, reconize its D12 who be the best.

G$Rydah:

ey yo,

who tha three that wanna die because of these three disciples//
hit you from directions,feel like tha whole town just snipped you//
tre,give me one shot and your grill will be snaggel-tooth//
no force field on yo ass,my lyrics break through all bullet-proof//
me and my niggas step up,and all tha tickets sell out tha booth//
I know I got enough power to send you three bitches through tha roof//
why in tha fuck are we even battlin arrogant?//
weak ass muthafucka,he dont even know where his style went//
if yall show me un-bitten shit,than maybe I'll acknowledge it//
this yall's slugger muthafuckas,dont even know when his weak shit hit//
Rydah,Kamele-on and C.A.M,Disciples that hold tha crown//
Im a see with one hit,if yall bitch niggas dont hit tha ground//
if yall weak-shitas survive,they'll call us killas with one more round//$

C.A.M.P.A.I.G.N:

Looks at T~R~E and spits:
"All good things come to an end"...
You claim to be a "verbalist" thats prowling after "kills"/
But I plainly see a worthless prick re"noun"ed for lacking "skills"/
While ya coward faction "Devils" still leaves you distant in "denial"/
You might go down for rapping ill if you keep mimmicking my "style"/
Rhymes squeezed in be weak, you might'a said shit "before"/
Treat you like violent janitors and make you "hit the floor"/
Just now, victory sink’s in, you can’t stop me from "prevailin’"/
You couldn’t stop my train of thought, let alone "de-rail me"/
Cause I feed ballpoints creatine ta make my pen-flex/
You swallowin' more "seamen" than hungry whales in shipwrecks/

Looks at Arrogant at busts out:
Believe me you'll will be amazed, who'da knew i'd spew this "rigorous"/
"Devils" actin' like you know me, better hope i'll excuse ya "ignorance"/
I'm causin' disfigurement to ya carcass, your darkest "days dawn"/
"my dick"...tha two words it's obvious ya style's "based upon"/
Kids like you make me yawn, so i gotta put they "lights out"/
Reminiscent of shit stains on toilet paper you're gettin' "wiped out"/

Finally, looks at Many and spits:

You can’t stop my reign if you prayed for "thunder"/
I don’t know the date but your days as a "Devil" are "numbered"/
Display my "hunger", I don’t care if you’re "good or not"/
I’ll still eat your mind cuz I need "food for thoughts"/
No-"Slumber", A Car is what i'll leave you thrown-under/
You've lost so many battles your record looks like a "phone-number"/
So to be the best I gotta beat the best...doesn’t "apply here"/
Chop off ya head & put it next to my trophies as "souvenirs"/

Devilish Deliquents...
Devils go run ‘n’ hide before your the next wack threesome w/ cracked "spleens"/
When I drop expect something ill, like "pregnant crack fiends"
C.A.M.P.A.I.G.N is through blessing y'all...so Devilish Delinquents "sulk in misery"/
I'm known to stab with middle fingers to "add insult to injury"/

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ArroganT:

this battle? voters will need to tape the shutter..when you get raped to smothers/
..only a crew of three, cause ya date eachother/
and we back where we started/
battlin delinquents? mustve been sniffin elmers glue cuz thats jus retarted/
carved this,Double-D on they're chest so even their heart will rememba us/
and took tha body,skeleton,ghost...and just left tha blood/
im nice kid i spit pop rocks and soda/
you are what you eat, you three..will make me throw up!/
every verse i drool im just basically spittin lessons/
teachin ya right from wrong like u and g rydah in ya instant message/
sendin eachotha love letters and ya brand new speedos/
yall netcees is pitiful makin shaq seem as if he wuz good at freethrows!/
i need those thats where my heat goes/
yeah leave ur chest wide open..better yet ill do that leavin bloodstains on ur tuxedo's/

T~R~E:

G$! Blast and roast his words, broke ya throat and ruined spits..
cruel when even his punches are 'gassed', but only a fuel hit..!(few will)
Ya Ill? Prove it bitch!fuck you three I’ll leave ya frame frigid..
My aftermath leave no remainders like dividin the same digit..!
Fake bitches, want my skills..your lite plain? my girth kills it...
Promiscuous, ejaculate on your brain so you can birth illness...

Final Rippage

G$Rydah

G$’s eyeing cocks, grippin on poles flexing his lips tighter.....
Saw hope but couldnt 'Draw Votes' with sketches of dickriders…!

Kamele-on

Last at war? I'm laughing hard when you say that your dope...
Wack at spars, hopin crip avatars can sway you some votes...!(blah)

Who-ever

ghost up ur frame.. Contagious! all three of you, smoke up the same..
you guys hover in shame..I would personal this diss, but don’t know his name..(fell off..tired)

ManyfestDestany:

ha ha yo yo...

yo G'rhydah wen u gonna get the message y u tryin to test this..1..
wut r u scared to talk shit affraid u might get molested..2..
kemeleon is like "no mom my dik is to sensitive"..3..
wut r u gonna do wit them little rhymes kid ur pen aint big..4..
and c.a.p.a.i.n.e neva got elected u'll get the ass beatin u desrve..5..
ha workin for the deciples wen u wanna be on D.D. reserve..6..
i disrupt ya liven like nuclear war heads and atomic bombs..7..
ask tre if develish delinquents is playin nah we carryin Kronik in palm..8..
jabben kids in tha temple kameleons flowz has no tempo..9..
makin g'rhydah cremple,on close u'll throw up cuz i gagged u wit my dick now bitch let go..10..
punch campain in his kidney he's scared to stand up and hit me im gonna show no sympothy..11..
betta make this battle sticky im not picky ova who we demolish im fukkin u guys up quikly..12..
claimin u driven by my neighbor hood bitch u dont even got lisence..13..
punches end up hitten ur faces and u'll all get knocked out like mike tyson..14..

01-28-2013, 01:17 AM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Kamele-on, G$Rydah, & C.A.M.P.A.I.G.N. vs Manyfest Destany, Arrogant, & TRE 01-26-2002 Kamele-on: yo Im Kamele-on stright from the S D, and I garontie u dont want none of me,c I got a Legon of Angels that got my back, that wont hessatate to stright smack u wack, sit back then laugh,come on son u wana follw my path, or feel the wrath and aftormath, of the one who follws Christ, go a head keep talkin smack and get ur genes spliced, wach as i lyricly melt your DNA, got your cytoplast boilin like it was a hot day, collapsin your cell wall then make u pay, look at yall the 3 homo ridein the butt trian all the way to San Fransico then down to hill crest, were yall lick ya chest insted of werein a vest, now you were blessed to be in the presentce of the one who past the test, flowin wit lyrical faness, reconize its D12 who be the best. G$Rydah: ey yo, who tha three that wanna die because of these three disciples// hit you from directions,feel like tha whole town just snipped you// tre,give me one shot and your grill will be snaggel-tooth// no force field on yo ass,my lyrics break through all bullet-proof// me and my niggas step up,and all tha tickets sell out tha booth// I know I got enough power to send you three bitches through tha roof// why in tha fuck are we even battlin arrogant?// weak ass muthafucka,he dont even know where his style went// if yall show me un-bitten shit,than maybe I'll acknowledge it// this yall's slugger muthafuckas,dont even know when his weak shit hit// Rydah,Kamele-on and C.A.M,Disciples that hold tha crown// Im a see with one hit,if yall bitch niggas dont hit tha ground// if yall weak-shitas survive,they'll call us killas with one more round//$ C.A.M.P.A.I.G.N: Looks at T~R~E and spits: "All good things come to an end"... You claim to be a "verbalist" thats prowling after "kills"/ But I plainly see a worthless prick re"noun"ed for lacking "skills"/ While ya coward faction "Devils" still leaves you distant in "denial"/ You might go down for rapping ill if you keep mimmicking my "style"/ Rhymes squeezed in be weak, you might'a said shit "before"/ Treat you like violent janitors and make you "hit the floor"/ Just now, victory sink’s in, you can’t stop me from "prevailin’"/ You couldn’t stop my train of thought, let alone "de-rail me"/ Cause I feed ballpoints creatine ta make my pen-flex/ You swallowin' more "seamen" than hungry whales in shipwrecks/ Looks at Arrogant at busts out: Believe me you'll will be amazed, who'da knew i'd spew this "rigorous"/ "Devils" actin' like you know me, better hope i'll excuse ya "ignorance"/ I'm causin' disfigurement to ya carcass, your darkest "days dawn"/ "my dick"...tha two words it's obvious ya style's "based upon"/ Kids like you make me yawn, so i gotta put they "lights out"/ Reminiscent of shit stains on toilet paper you're gettin' "wiped out"/ Finally, looks at Many and spits: You can’t stop my reign if you prayed for "thunder"/ I don’t know the date but your days as a "Devil" are "numbered"/ Display my "hunger", I don’t care if you’re "good or not"/ I’ll still eat your mind cuz I need "food for thoughts"/ No-"Slumber", A Car is what i'll leave you thrown-under/ You've lost so many battles your record looks like a "phone-number"/ So to be the best I gotta beat the best...doesn’t "apply here"/ Chop off ya head & put it next to my trophies as "souvenirs"/ Devilish Deliquents... Devils go run ‘n’ hide before your the next wack threesome w/ cracked "spleens"/ When I drop expect something ill, like "pregnant crack fiends" C.A.M.P.A.I.G.N is through blessing y'all...so Devilish Delinquents "sulk in misery"/ I'm known to stab with middle fingers to "add insult to injury"/ ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// ArroganT: this battle? voters will need to tape the shutter..when you get raped to smothers/ ..only a crew of three, cause ya date eachother/ and we back where we started/ battlin delinquents? mustve been sniffin elmers glue cuz thats jus retarted/ carved this,Double-D on they're chest so even their heart will rememba us/ and took tha body,skeleton,ghost...and just left tha blood/ im nice kid i spit pop rocks and soda/ you are what you eat, you three..will make me throw up!/ every verse i drool im just basically spittin lessons/ teachin ya right from wrong like u and g rydah in ya instant message/ sendin eachotha love letters and ya brand new speedos/ yall netcees is pitiful makin shaq seem as if he wuz good at freethrows!/ i need those thats where my heat goes/ yeah leave ur chest wide open..better yet ill do that leavin bloodstains on ur tuxedo's/ T~R~E: G$! Blast and roast his words, broke ya throat and ruined spits.. cruel when even his punches are 'gassed', but only a fuel hit..!(few will) Ya Ill? Prove it bitch!fuck you three I’ll leave ya frame frigid.. My aftermath leave no remainders like dividin the same digit..! Fake bitches, want my skills..your lite plain? my girth kills it... Promiscuous, ejaculate on your brain so you can birth illness... Final Rippage G$Rydah G$’s eyeing cocks, grippin on poles flexing his lips tighter..... Saw hope but couldnt 'Draw Votes' with sketches of dickriders…! Kamele-on Last at war? I'm laughing hard when you say that your dope... Wack at spars, hopin crip avatars can sway you some votes...!(blah) Who-ever ghost up ur frame.. Contagious! all three of you, smoke up the same.. you guys hover in shame..I would personal this diss, but don’t know his name..(fell off..tired) ManyfestDestany: ha ha yo yo... yo G'rhydah wen u gonna get the message y u tryin to test this..1.. wut r u scared to talk shit affraid u might get molested..2.. kemeleon is like "no mom my dik is to sensitive"..3.. wut r u gonna do wit them little rhymes kid ur pen aint big..4.. and c.a.p.a.i.n.e neva got elected u'll get the ass beatin u desrve..5.. ha workin for the deciples wen u wanna be on D.D. reserve..6.. i disrupt ya liven like nuclear war heads and atomic bombs..7.. ask tre if develish delinquents is playin nah we carryin Kronik in palm..8.. jabben kids in tha temple kameleons flowz has no tempo..9.. makin g'rhydah cremple,on close u'll throw up cuz i gagged u wit my dick now bitch let go..10.. punch campain in his kidney he's scared to stand up and hit me im gonna show no sympothy..11.. betta make this battle sticky im not picky ova who we demolish im fukkin u guys up quikly..12.. claimin u driven by my neighbor hood bitch u dont even got lisence..13.. punches end up hitten ur faces and u'll all get knocked out like mike tyson..14..