Ada vs Richard Corey

[trap.]

02-02-2002

Ada (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=7133)

Go ahead, Keep runnin' ya' mouth, You need to mute the bull,
So you hate me? Like touchin' banks, The feeling is 'Mutual',
We all know ya all talk, Forever runnin ya lips and ya lungs,
Nutted in ya' grill, Thats why i`m always on the tip of ya tounge,
It's show-time, I`ma give you change with-out showin a dime,
Just cus your suckin my head don't mean your 'blowin' my mind'
Look low and you`ll find ya' card, But Ive already pulled it,
A click away from death like Russian Roulette with 6 bullets
This bitch is shook, Read between the lines, I kick the truth,
He ever beat me? You better yell at a novel and 'hit the books',
Get hit quicker, I eat emcees like you, Even my shit's sicker,
Battlin me your 'walkin' a fine line like pitchin' to a stick figure,
Famed as the best, But you ain't shit, Lemme get to curb surfin',
No one feels ya, Even YOU refer to your-self in the 3rd person,

And now you die…

Busted in ya moms mouth, How'd ya manage to be born?
Only 'punches' ya got is when ya mad at your key-board,
W/ the 'caps' button stickin, Screen damaged and blasted
Don't need battles,Ya need anger management classes
Could care less about you, Your just next in the line,
Ya lines are as old as our win/loss records combined!
Check and you'll find, You can start wipin off the sweat
The only kid who can catch a sore throat typin' on the net
Hit Vegas and place your bet, Your money's on me 8 to 1
That way after you lose, you can still claim you won!!
This ain't no fun, I'm killin' this fag with pain and death,
All ya do is talk shit, ..guess that explain's your breath..




Richard Corey (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=6)

yo,
yo,

Ada just made A-DAmn mistake, unable to ada-pt when the planet shakes
Magmar and granite quakes, stomp ya skull and I still can't "stand ya face"
Plan to break and shatter your ada-ms apple, watch this phantom grapple
and "miss-handle" you worse than Chris Reeves did his horse's saddle
This lyrical veloci-rapter, itchy fingers with this hostage captured
squashin' rappers with passages; leave passages of ya nostrils shattered
You need "ill ada-ptors" to f*ck-with-my lines, cats you looked up-to-died
Your lines are "stretched from side to side" and ya text still ain't "Justified"!!
Did you catch that? Cause I extract raps like blood outta sick patients
You d*ck tastin' prick, maybe you and your b*tch need to switch places
You're lips keep "testin'" my cock like gnads, ya'll should switch faces!
Shock ya glands; shove your head down ya shoulders, lock you in ya rib "cages"!
I'll abort ya stanzas, rip your vocal chords, leave them torn with cancers
You can't measure up to me, your "Signs-Fell" short like George Costanza!
Richard is the quicker bitch sticker-upper, I grip the bic with a grin
Knowin' ya weak and not even paper has ever "felt" the tip of your pen!

The most murderous, absurd verbalist! Words and adverbs with a ferverous
thrust, stab ya babble; while all my "graphs make points" like Capurnicus!
You can't match me, mathamitician slash mortician, ill at ada-dissin'
I told you that you can't flow! DAMN, not even your bladder listens!
I'm the master at spittin' splittin' atoms with atom-smashin' writtens
Force-feed you your own pussy rhymes and have your ass passin' kittens!

You're the last to get it, blasted to smitherines, by raps savage marine
If doctors wanna do an autopsy they'll have to salvage the steam!
Cause that's all that'll be left, so I suggest, Ada you save your breath
I'll separate ya chest plate with phrases and text to have you laid to rest!

...yeah!!