FILO G VS LIMPIN

[God Of War]

posted on 9/7/00

Filo G

just to remind u it's blind post man...

and yo i know u won't do it but please i don't want this to be a wasted verse aight?

p'z.

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It's aight to name your penis Mario or the Ultimate Warrior /
But a person actually named himself after his dick in this scenario / (limpin)
Limp ya way through 35 bars, ask Daddy for help on how to get hard /
Enter this battle zone and you will leave with more than just scars /
You wouldn't battle me if it was Valentines coz you don't got the heart /
I'll R.I.P. you apart, the empty space in my ref is reserved for your body parts /
Filo G is lavishing subjects while trying to get my respect /
If brains were a pack of cards, you'd be missing a whole deck /
You think you a man? Ha, yeah, man-opause /
Leave your ass in a comatose; my rhymes' eternal like Santa Claus /
Limpin's talkin about heavy artillery and never shot a watergun /
Filo G comes with a 1-year guarantee which says "Yeah, I got this won." /
The population of this board know that you stink /
When you try to write Filo G your pen runs out of BlackInQ /
Realize that online keystyles don't make a brotha nice /
Filo G not reppin BlackInQ is like Asians without rice /
It's incomplete; when we compete, defeat is second-prize /
Your lyrics puzzle me like bald men asking "Why I got lice?" /
I'll rewind the last S in limpin's "ass" by 11 letters for cash /
Lyrically bash in the head and burn and turn you to ash /
Filo G's a cannibal; kill you with the lead in my mechanical pencil /
My indestructible mandible will penetrate you like a stencil /
Put more holes in ya like swiss cheese and introduce ya to your ancestors /
Reverse the MC in you and you get transformed into a Child Molester /
Don't pester Filo G, I'm sicker than Uncle Fester /
If you ass-fucked Magic Johnson your rhymes wouldn't be any iller /
An annual reunion ain't the only way to get your family together /
And iff yo ain't ready for a funeral then don't battle Filo G, muthafucka /
You out of luck huh? Tough, yo shit's played out like the Playstation /
and your wack mind is thinking that KRS-One is a radio station /
I'm a lyrical time bomb and you're just provokin my detonation /
My proffesion is assassination and my organization is AssassiNation /
The next time mass is over and you pass by the corner to give a donation /
You'll see Limpin listenin to Vanilla Ice and Will Smith for inspiration /