Sweet 16: Wrath

[trap.]

Battle: Furious Stylezz vs Wrath
Round: 3
Winner: Furious Stylezz
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Furious Stylezz

The born on date for your skillz has long been expired, More faulty than
car alarms that
blind monkeys rewired/ So whose the next sucka up to pucka up and kiss
rd3 aideos/
If your mom`s first name was Glen, Wrath, you still couldn`t come Close/
When Furious grab the MIC,
emcees jump off the stage yelling Geronimo!!/ Crowds get refunds if i
don`t rock it within
30 minutes or less like Dominos/ Wrath? it is to laugh, you should be a
"No-Show" like Keenan/
I make YOU feel the Wrath like you was masturbating rubbing yourself in
your semen/ As to
play monopoly with all the yellow cards missing: niggas running out of
chances/ More nervous
than Trailer Park trash during tornado season in Kansas/ Beheading your
headers....ink blotters
block letters as i BUSt thru paragraph blockades like Jerome Bettis/ I
navigate keyed notations
from locations/ Hidden from whats written when my lines are left bitten/
I`m serious....now let me
tell you what Furious theory is/ First blood strike hash a tongue lash,
bashing lyricists/ You
silly, heres what the dilly really be/ Derange document sources forces
dome disturbances from
lack of dude`s battle durability/ Its amusing how the weakest niggas
alwayz have the hardest name
but can`t display it in craft/ Fuck it!!, i`m taking your name, now i`m
Furious Wrath!!/ But
i`ll leave you with an "E" as i place you underneath/ Between the "R"
and the "A", so on your casket
theres a "Wreath"/ Or better yet drop the "R" and replace the "T,H" with
"C,K"....yea, more like that/
Now delete your log on name kid cuz your new name is "WACK"/ Then go to
furious.com and download you
some stylezz, You can rummage for some lyrics thru my archives of
deleted files/ When Furious is
"In The House" i can`t "Sit-com", chill and relax, I`m worser than LL on
T.V., Nigga, i don`t know
how to act/ My lyrics animate like Hanna-Barbara in this and any era,
Jump off the screen like the
Sun Fizz emblem on that Sprite commercial have you running in terror/
Tear`a, hole in your dome
piece to try and see what ya thinking/ Steppin to Furious make you
Scream like Will Smith sticking
dick in Jada Pinkett/ Leave my impression on niggas like a birthmark
bearing a striking resemblance
to my likeness/ As i type this, i don`t have to be a psychic to know
that you like it/ Like sodomy,
child-pornography i dig in Kidz tushes/ They all wusses, Furious fade`em
like hair clippers do
bushes.....out!


M.O.S...2tha3rd i
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Wrath


Third round, third emcee, dedicated to my third eye/
I'll SWAT you Mista Stylezz for thinking that you FLY/
inflict you with a velocity that overthrows your philosophy of ferocity/
with lyrical novelties enthrown to split your dome like MTV's "Oddity"/
I'll mesmerize your mental enterprise with lines that magnetize your eyes-and/
leave you shook like Mobb Deep and fuck your head up like "Event Horizon"/
entrap you in the lyrical abyss of my tongue slashing mist/
waive your cyber life "Goodnight" end it with "A Long Kiss"/
your rusting thoughts is ruptured, fracture lobe structured like the Bundies/
likewise caught you in the bookstore reading "Hip-Hop For Dummies"/
logical oblivion cast a shadow like millenium to your heart to your whole/
without compassion to your soul/
enfold your mind in ebon mold/ deviate it from the norm like I was Edgar Allan Poe/
unlike the perception of your petty presence where an eagle couldn't see thee/
I plant bionic mics inside the earth and rock em' so the world can feel me/
Wrath'll get up in your brain
reverse the cells that still remain sane/
and freeze the blood in your vains like the untamed Andromeda Strain/
now your Style's in "Jeopardy"- category as "The Wackest"/
a question so obvious, ALEX TRABECK WOULDN'T ASK IT/

No hard feelings……Wrath signing off….