PoizonusJK vs Demi-god

[trap.]

02-17-2002

PoizonusJK

my 'spittin' is blazin more rapper's 'prewrittenz'/
than ray 'bradury', i'm 'that scary', i leave your 'ass buried'/
i fuck up 'multiple mutliez' like 'javelinz' 'stabbin them'/
when 'battlin' i leave skeletons 'rattlin', kill you and run over the 'hump in a humv'/
i 'jump on this ugly' emcee like the 'savagest rapper/
clawin and 'rappin this actor's' fake skillz in 'plastic and drag it'/
into his face, make him 'swallow it whole' till ya 'cough and you choke'/
leave bloodstainz on you that can't be washed 'off of your clothez'/
my punchez give you numb "feelingz", but ur skillz, "sensai'z-shun"/ (sensation)
cuz ur style ain't reached "puberty", while my "flow"s "bloodier" than "menstruation"/
i make emceez weak in the kneez like run-ins with 'tanya harding'/
my rhyme's are "sicker" than "spittin my flows" 'on ya body'/ (go two linez up)
demi-god actz like a ruler but he's just a 'semi-god'/
he text-raps cuz his neck got opened, vocal cordz 'shitted on'/
it's well known in rap, "I'llShitOnYou" for bein 'bisexual'/*
cut off your 'testiclez' and leave em 'next to you' on the 'vestibule'/
i'm spittin so ill when i battle i need an 'immunization'/
i'll knock demi's jaw off AND the chin this 'kid used to replace it'/
i'm 'murderous', beat demi with burnin 'furniture', grab the 'chainsaw'/
'yank the blade off', and use it to 'scrape your face off'/
u bite so much the paper chokes you, and you 'screamin to breathe'/
in 'need of police' and assistance from a 'breathin machine'/
chop you in so many pieces ripley's won't 'even believe'/
'competin with me's' bad for your "record" like seein a crime and 'fleein the scene'/ (battle/police)

ya have to understand i rap fast...that's my style...so where it seemz the flow is off, sometimes it's just altering the rhythm faster. rap it off to the beat of take this money by pdiddy, lol...i kno pdiddy sux but da beatz tite




demi-god:

my bad JK mad just had mad shit to do man i fucked up aight!
here go my shit!

in any world you'll be a cog in the wheel/
sparkin' no comotion with the rhymes that you steal/
I asked you to bring the noise and your lyrics only wheezed/
I am displeased with the scheme of rhyme I have perceived/
picture this, underage stuck in his underwear/
and under his skin you'll note there's no skilz under there/
and under ya throat you'll note my thumb under ya chords/
rip out ya vocal chords and eat them when I'm bored/
I stay under ya mind and rend asunder ya words/
and under ya eyes are bags of fear and under ya nose/
i left a flaming bag of shit, that is under control/
live under card board boxes while I pimp mink stoles/
you get my name? well you get my name/
tatoo whoops that's my imprint inside ya brain/
you got no friends like a cat in a chain gang/
at the end of the chain,/ and under ya name/
a word that you don't have none of
understanding the same/
you just rolled Snake Eyes/
out the bushes jumps this G.I. Joe//
"your unworthy of this Demise"/
so I bought you gung hoe//
wreak havoc on you like scott summers brother/
watch you fall apart Calamity Jane must be your mother/
like the Brothers Ringley you Bailed cause of this service/
and any time you approach the god . . note the nervousness

pz yo just did that in 30 min man by bad ...4 real my bad man had a bad night last night.. mad dhydrated man hangover... th ewhole 9 man my bad jk no disrespect intended!!holla!