Sweet 16: MaDnKrAzY

[trap.]

Battle: ~JUGGA~ vs MaDnKrAzY
Round: 3
Winner: ~JUGGA~
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MaDnKrAzY

aight yo no disrespect in this.....stay real.....................

Constantly i'm putting lyrics down on paper, rippin mics up like moon craters, u can act
like darth vader, and strike back/ Jugga is my direction, only in this tournament, behind
a computer screen is his protection/ But out on the real, the appearance would be clear
and concealed, until i'm in his mind and his fears revealed/ Could go otherway round, i
don't get really profound, or act silly like roger rabbit/ I just grab my mic, plug it in a
cause havoc/ Got more rhymes then disses towards cannabis, words automatic, don't
get ecstatic, i provoke only when its time to get tragic/ Jugganaut u hardheaded, that's
why u always running like rhino/ U seeign me again is like whites seeing black albino's/
I'll drop my piece and be out like a light yo/ I'm sure u have more experience on this
internet/ Probably throw a bunch of disses and puns, all for fun, but then your grill gets
lit up like a ciggerette/ Like flared nostrils, i don't wanna see that, u aint no bull, u may
drop it, from all the di*ks u pull/ I construe and instill nouns superb verbs expuled, never
dull my flaws is your choice to take a shot like brett hull/ I'll always be comin back,
twice as hard, never twice as wack, single elimination, consideration left my verbal gat
with my attitude/ But battle raps, are here to intrude, make u lost like gulliver on his
travels, not to be rude/ Like abstract ill infact, step down here so we can see eye to eye/
U might think your height makes u infamous, but actually i'm shy and can spit u out
with syphilis/ Don't get too close this ni**as tickelish, like elmo, but if you touching me
is like running through an inferno/ Play that comic book shi*t, actualy i can make todd
mcfarlane spawn out your flava and leave u shitl*ss/ Dopeless like medicated kids it
don't mix, fu*k up your system, make your brain go good riddens, don't give me the title
just give me the ribbons/ So i can tie em round your throat and hang u for the whipping
like fly fishing/ Get caught in the act, any delay, i'm going to attack, like black, al and
probz coalition/ Each revised thought, u's missing linx, like first web pages let me think,
i'm on the brink of exploding, like a timebomb, at 007 and that's not james bond/ Jugga
"not" should be your name, and u should be on the "top" of them "what if" covers cause
that's the only way u "got" a chance to be the champ like "rock"/..........."What
if....Jugganaut beat MaDnKrAzY in an all out skilled battle"......lol,peace1luv


NmE(New Millenium Emcees)
SpOkEn ExPeRtIsE
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~JUGGA~

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As ThA JuGGaNauT emerges from round two unscathed and once again
victorious...yet another mediocre opponent stands in the cipher
awaiting defeat... wreaking of false confidence...he, too, shall
lose...and lose badly...what kind of flow is that supposed to be
anyway???
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"DEATH OF A STALEMAN"


You must've forgotten ~JUGGÅ~'s rep...like you've been stained with
altzheimers
I couldn't get Mad About You-if my name was Paul Reiser
Only thing I'm MAD about is this KRAZY kid-gased by flawless wins
Against sub-par competition-punches leave you jawless grins
I could've beaten both Rodzilla and Props like slaves on Amistad
Once sime posts these-you'll check out by twelve-like Econolodge
You've done minimal-I should cut ya throat like newborn umbilicals
You come lyrical-but you use big words and only rhyme ONE syllable
You got lucky with those other guys-my style's phat-like your
mother's thighs
Though typed in black in white-you'd be black and blue-if colorized
I smother guys like you-in ya sleep-in plastic grocery bags
Put more runs in your face than fat bitches' hosery has
Ya rhymes...let's be honest: man, they're totally bad...
Not bad meaning good-but bad meaning you vocally lag
Like translations-you can't see me-like defective dalmatians
You can't mention my name-like Michael Jordan on Playstation
You movin' slow as 2Pac in that video with claymation
But you still goin' out faster than 12 year olds masterbatin'
Mad, you're hatin'-you couldn't touch me if I was YOUR
fingerprint
Have you givin' up emceein' like Catholics give up things for Lent
Plus I poisoned the search party dogs they thought traced your scent
Beat you down like landlords beat on ya door when you late with rent
Leave you with thirty-eight percent mobility below ya waist
Fuck that-leave you with zero percent mobility below ya FACE!
Spray mace in ya third eye-poke out the other two of 'em
Place candy Jawbreakers in your bleeding eyeball sockets in lieu of 'em
Wrapped ya body in alluminum foil-and microwaved that
I know it's a sin-but I haven't found where that Bible page at
I'm in a trifle stage that causes me to stifle stray cats
You pussy too...so all your future posts should be entitled "Gay Raps"
My verbal rifle aimed at-ya head with snipe precision
Fuckin' you in the ear-even though my dicks too wide to fit in
I bet ya moms asshole won't be too tight to get in
Her clit's slippin' through my fingers just like that mic you grippin'
My mission? droppin' blows on ya head like rice when people married dip
Better yet I'll drop ya casket-and the six niggas who carried it
My vocabulary hits hard like cats with .500 averages
I'm grabbin' this Mad kid and dumpin' him in sewage that's hazardous
You lack SPOKEN skills-fellatio is what your EXPERTISE is
Press releases read "~JUGGÅ~ Wrecks the East"...kid...Rest In Pieces...

ThA YeaR oF ThA JuGGaNauT....