HARSH, ENTER U PUBE HARVESTING COCKEYED 1NUT HAVING NURPLE ENOJYING BRAINDEAD MAGGOT

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if u ever even think about biting again ill have u perma-banned so fast u''ll never be able to dangle a modifier again. of the forum tears u to shreds after ill tell ur tomagotchi u hung urself in a Pop-eyes bathroom with the sparkly laces from your light up sneakers u lonely immature prick smuggler. consider this ur last warning. tread carefully @Harsh

[Ghost1]

Well put. Good wording

Link to bite so i may roflz harder?

[Strikta]

Where is Harsh??

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http://artofbattling.com/forum/showt...=8408#post8408
http://artofbattling.com/forum/showt...ehead-wordplay

[Flow]

Now those words could rival shakespere... Well put

[veritas]

Well played

[SiK]

So did he used to be that dude and he was just reposting it?....Or was he using that claiming it was his....cause i mean he showed u were to find it?

im confused....but biting here isnt tolerated AT ALL

[Split]

he has 3 threads, two from one dude who was active on some old site in 05 and one from another unrelated dude

[Split]

I'll link the NC Hall of Name threads laterr

and one verse was posted in the gore cypher, I said it smelled bitten and he didn't say his name

[Geno]

Lmfaoooo

Gettem partnah!

[Nice]

Split he new AOB text police

[dead man]

both links are invalid threads?

[Split]

Originally Posted by dead man

both links are invalid threads?

try now

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Hall of Names entries from threads:

http://netcees.com/forums/showthread.php?t=10358


http://netcees.com/forums/showthread.php?p=113628

[dead man]

wow

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[God Of War]

WOW IM SHOCKED AS FUCK I KNEW HARSH SINCE LIKE 03 OR SOME SHIT

nice job split nice job

[Split]

Wtffffff is this yoooooo @Nice @Genocide @dead man @everyone
@God Of War

what are the fucking odds

http://artofbattling.com/forum/showt...ental-ice-cave

Originally Posted by Nice

on the frontier of my prayers, it solemnly sits on a crag
emitting despair, as savage gusts of wind ripples it's flag
the malicious and black, defining it's coarse grandeur
and where force majeures, threatens to split it in half
a lone tower showered in glum
where the shadows constantly overpowers the sun
and the air around crackles, with electric distortions
lightning bolts, storms of epic proportions
anything metal is infested with rust like rashes
a touch of madness, laced like pus in disgusting gashes
sitting in a landscape, made up of dust and ashes
where poisonous gas, spontaneously combusts in flashes
my movements confined, as my mobility adheres to my sutures-
in dusk and blackness, here i sit and fear for the future...
i'm scared of snakes draped in holy guises
who prattle on, while the tide of doom slowly rises
propaganda, habitually expressed in assorted rituals
with a hunger upholding prizes that aborts the spiritual
rotten food for thought, that they purport as victuals
sordid fanatics, frantically peddling morbid visuals
well-versed in the art of pain, but i'm scared of violence
gun in hand... man and iron in a grand alliance
in a climate, where dissident minds gets stabbed to silence
with the science of massacres, in the land of tyrants...
steel your skin - enjoy the cataclysmic backdrop - breathe it in
the air causes bleeding from ulcers - feel the sin
the acrid smell of death, burning on the arena of sulpher
circulated by carrion eaters - hyenas and vultures
surrounded by habitats, inhabited by the dirtiest bastards
murderous vassals, that will bring down the sturdiest castle
you'll see no man's land when you spread the map
surrounded by structures much alike to your own...
but the ground between, is set with deadly traps
because societys are suspicion, settled in unsteady pacts
in this mental ice age, thoughts are sparking friction
and im scared intellects die in the dark derision
i'm scared the veil of maya hides saws and knives
from lobotomy's stark incision, molded in flaws and vice
assailed with fire, the flames failing to thaw the ice
having to pry apart sentences, with the jaws of life
scared of the grim reaper, his breaths and moans
haunting my loved ones, while their flesh atones
and how chests are blown, as he digests their bones
it's not death i fear; i fear being left alone......
in the courtyard we'll all perish, choked in the dung-
a battle carried through the most harried of lands,
it continues, till frames are broken and stung-
with depressant chemicals married to glands
divine ashtray, bodies bloated and hung-
time bleaching the skulls buried in sand
with a fine layer of regret, coating your lungs-
when Father Time's assailing, and you parry his hands
eventually your walls'll fall, the mauling is vicious
by everything from new demons, to old apparitions
roaring in visions, psychologically worn to submission,
your fort and the world, locked in a war of attrition
i see desperate battles, i see the brittle conquered
but my fortress must hold, for just a little longer...

http://netcees.com/forums/showthread.php?p=113628

The Wasteland Fortress - FINALS piece
05-26-2007

"The Wasteland Fortress"

my mind is a fortress...

on the frontier of my prayers, it solemnly sits on a crag
emitting despair, as savage gusts of wind ripples it's flag
the malicious and black, defining it's coarse grandeur
and where force majeures, threatens to split it in half
a lone tower showered in glum
where the shadows constantly overpowers the sun
and the air around crackles, with electric distortions
lightning bolts, storms of epic proportions
anything metal is infested with rust like rashes
a touch of madness, laced like pus in disgusting gashes
sitting in a landscape, made up of dust and ashes
where poisonous gas, spontaneously combusts in flashes
my movements confined, as my mobility adheres to my sutures
- in dusk and blackness, here i sit and fear for the future...

Quote:
...i'm scared of snakes draped in holy guises
who prattle on, while the tide of doom slowly rises
propaganda, habitually expressed in assorted rituals
with a hunger upholding prizes that aborts the spiritual
rotten food for thought, that they purport as victuals
sordid fanatics, frantically peddling morbid visuals
well-versed in the art of pain, but i'm scared of violence
gun in hand... man and iron in a grand alliance
in a climate, where dissident minds gets stabbed to silence
with the science of massacres, in the land of tyrants...

steel your skin - enjoy the cataclysmic backdrop - breathe it in
the air causes bleeding from ulcers - feel the sin
the acrid smell of death, burning on the arena of sulphur
circulated by carrion eaters - hyenas and vultures
surrounded by habitats, inhabited by the dirtiest bastards
murderous vassals, that will bring down the sturdiest castle
you'll see no man's land when you spread the map
surrounded by structures much alike to your own...
but the ground between, is set with deadly traps
because societys are suspicion, settled in unsteady pacts

Quote:
...in this mental ice age, thoughts are sparking friction
and im scared intellects die in the dark derision
i'm scared the veil of maya hides saws and knives
from lobotomy's stark incision, molded in flaws and vice
assailed with fire, the flames failing to thaw the ice
having to pry apart sentences, with the jaws of life
scared of the grim reaper, his breaths and moans
haunting my loved ones, while their flesh atones
and how chests are blown, as he digests their bones
it's not death i fear; i fear being left alone...

...in the courtyard we'll all perish, choked in the dung
- a battle carried through the most harried of lands,
it continues, till frames are broken and stung
- with depressant chemicals married to glands
divine ashtray, bodies bloated and hung
- time bleaching the skulls buried in sand
with a fine layer of regret, coating your lungs
- when Father Time's assailing, and you parry his hands
eventually your walls'll fall, the mauling is vicious
by everything from new demons, to old apparitions
roaring in visions, psychologically worn to submission,
your fort and the world, locked in a war of attrition
i see desperate battles, i see the brittle conquered
but my fortress must hold, for just a little longer...

the human mind is a fortress...

say it ain't so, b

[dead man]

HA

i say we comb the entire OM for more of this treachery

[Split]

A Devil's Masquerade.
12/29/2006

I hung myself, the rope snapped then frayed/
The rope became a string in the devil's masquerade/
Rap's my stage, I'm condemned to gore pieces/
Stacking corpses up to lay them before Jesus/
A scorned thesis, makin' hits to add some profit/
I'd still be killin' sh*t even if I had a conscience//
Born of Satan, a product of demonic fornication/
A world where evil reigns, smiles torn from faces//
With venom I stick in em, kiss a virgin's tender lips/
Dispose the body, about 30 stories off the winter's bridge...


I close my lids, not knowing who's soul this is/
Like paint on this picture, I'm froze like this/
A hole's abyss, thoughts and insane dreams/
The same things, a darkness that blame feeds//
I wipe the dust, paint cracks like my life is f*cked/
Not dreamin of a friend, just one I'd like to trust/
A sight that must, enter my world before its over/
Before death hits like a mortar that tore a soldier//
The face is old, cracked up with a taint of mold/
Looks like this person had a lot of weight to hold//
I'm in a sea, here with a space a minow claims/
Watch life fade away like fog on rainy window panes//
Cuz I've smelt corpses, dreams on a shelf forceless/
Reminisce on this painting, cuz it's my self portrait....

http://artofbattling.com/forum/showt...-self-portrait

another Dark Entity bite by Nice... IP check Harsh and Nice?


wtf though... this is a terrible day. i know you havent bitten all your work, ive seen your collabs

[Split]

cuzzzz if Nice is Dark Entity, why didnt he catch these pieces before me...

another

This Is My Love Song.
03/02/2007

A cigarette in the tray, showers of molton ash/
No food on the table, more than broke in cash/
Dishes, no soap and splash, plus the heater stopped/
It's chilly in the room, why take my wife beater off?//
Knocks on my door, hope it's the cops on my porch/
Prison has food and heat, better cots than the floor//
Mustered the door open, felt nothin but dreary wind/
If I knocked on it now would my past hear me then?/
Shed my eerie skin to mirror the snow on decent/
Grab the whiskey to break my prolonged repent/
So long, we spent, washing away all of sin's filth/
Puttin our hearts on the line to get mauled again, still...
I sit alone, boards creak and it's dark in the corners/
Those songs in my head....the harp and the mourners//
The lights fade out, it's yet another bill unpaid/
Pain's growing and I just don't wanna feel some days/
Life's still mundane, I need water so offer a cup/
The wind ceases, leaves on the silver poplar are hushed//
This weather's feeble, grab the clip and Desert Eagle/
Make one last toast to all of those "better people"/
I'd never seen em'...this is the last of all that I've done wrong/
Everyone sing with me, this is my love song....

http://artofbattling.com/forum/showt...al-convictions