Mahatma vs *DecepTION*

trap. · 01-28-2013, 07:37 PM

02-20-2002

*DecepTION* ~

Im tha deception that tricked yo perception//
Thought u had it , but only worse/
as this bandit had sluggs dispersed fo your reception//

I define a gods perfection….n yos is to loose/
Cause you got me confused, like rocks with injestion//

If you ill, here is yo injection / I medicate with death
And generate yo lungs to spew breaths of a confession//

N while you burn in hell, I’ll stone tha rest yo crew with aggression//

Then blow back breath in yo corpse as i call yo soul back for a ressurection//

Ask you whose the illest and kill you again if you cant correctly answer that question//////

Mahatma ~

I'm the one here intent on Deception, 'indenting craniumz with major skull correctionz'
Your stylez dull 'n' less then 1% ov my full potential when I get fired up to 'go mental'
You slow with a pencil, I type at the speed ov light like solar powered keyboardz
You couldn't hit thiz hard dropping anvilz from top floor balconyz at giant beach resortz
The speach I inforce getz applause from deaf listenerz as contradictive as your bitch ass is
With weakness you contort to barz striking you like saloon doorz in ancient western vilagez
Organ spillagez fill the thread to max capasity, the ordasity ov thiz fake fuck (deception)
You waste drugz tryna stay up as I remove the mask ov thiz deceiver so fast he getz face took!
Base bustz to dust off the elementz left in the dead silent arena
With a factory full ov male tampax you still couldn't come cleaner!

01-28-2013, 07:37 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Mahatma vs DecepTION 02-20-2002 DecepTION ~ Im tha deception that tricked yo perception// Thought u had it , but only worse/ as this bandit had sluggs dispersed fo your reception// I define a gods perfection….n yos is to loose/ Cause you got me confused, like rocks with injestion// If you ill, here is yo injection / I medicate with death And generate yo lungs to spew breaths of a confession// N while you burn in hell, I’ll stone tha rest yo crew with aggression// Then blow back breath in yo corpse as i call yo soul back for a ressurection// Ask you whose the illest and kill you again if you cant correctly answer that question////// Mahatma ~ I'm the one here intent on Deception, 'indenting craniumz with major skull correctionz' Your stylez dull 'n' less then 1% ov my full potential when I get fired up to 'go mental' You slow with a pencil, I type at the speed ov light like solar powered keyboardz You couldn't hit thiz hard dropping anvilz from top floor balconyz at giant beach resortz The speach I inforce getz applause from deaf listenerz as contradictive as your bitch ass is With weakness you contort to barz striking you like saloon doorz in ancient western vilagez Organ spillagez fill the thread to max capasity, the ordasity ov thiz fake fuck (deception) You waste drugz tryna stay up as I remove the mask ov thiz deceiver so fast he getz face took! Base bustz to dust off the elementz left in the dead silent arena With a factory full ov male tampax you still couldn't come cleaner!