South: [08] Nebulotic vs [09] Prox

[trap.]

Nebulotic:
Let's compare: My style is nuts, while yours is dull excessively
Cuz ya style is nuts...after a full vasectomy
A bitch's effigy, ya seed's a clue ta what ya sex is, P
And ya crew only pulls out the 9 ta prevent a pregnancy
When men are effin' P, the brutality got me laughin, it's crazy
When they double him over, only ta go half on a baby
Addicted ta sperm, not only have a few withdrawals on ya chin
But your cum shots also happen to involve a syringe
Everyone knows I'ma beat you ta advance, the shit is a fact
They even made me e-mail this verse with my picture attached
Lack of skill's genetic; ya mom's a trashy slut, how's this not clear?
You're fucking garbage...and so did ya dad, that's how ya got here
Poundin' this chump, drownin' this punk with various sounds
At ya birth "down in the dumps" was ya parents' mood and later where ya were found
I stifle ya dreams, ya fantasy's over with
From now on you'll have ta "follow ya heart" on a transplant or a donor list

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Prox:
Nebs loves cracking smiles, so watch me chuckle back,
then crack his limbs up till they fit in my duffle bag,
Facin Prox, you cocks know all that happens is dyin man/
With a name like nebs proves no emcees come out the science lab,
so from all the singeing you’ll learn to take a hindering turn,
…when I flip a harmless arm twist into an Indian burn,
it’ll sear n’ kill…fuck that, I’m off to snatch ya bus pass,
and fake like I’m you with thick frames and a Clearasil mustache,
my abilities felt, you’re a contradiction like lettin’ Agillity spell,
we can measure what a waist you are, here’s my utility belt,
that means im batman when I shake spots…ya .38’s got all blank shots
now you’ll get a secret lair as well; by wearing two tank tops
im swearin’ to you nebs is toasted from his hair to his shoes,
and your reflection’s blacken`d like facing backs of heroin spoons,
I’m sharing the blues, reds n’ yellows but it may seem lame though
When that’s all it takes for nebs to start chasing rainbows,
Fuckin’ sheepness explains ya wooly clothes, so damn fulla holes now,
That the moth livin in em has to be careful not to pull a soul out,
So don’t talk about moral issues when this is only a trial version,
Ya style worsens, watch out y’all, it gets hairier than wild Persians
please hand nebs this award sime: “dude who lost the fastest”
He’d need such a long brainstorm to beat me it’d have to frost a ***tus,
Exhausted faggot, just bring in ya racquet to trade fool,
When I score it’s 15-love, I don’t mean ya boyfriend in grade school