$pitacular vs Warming

trap. · 02-16-2013, 03:18 PM

$pitacular

I'm wreckin you easy chump. If I'm grinnin it's cuz I know I'll be winnin this
but being second don't mean you suck.. that shits just a total coincidence
You ain't cool faggot. Nobody likes you. don't even get props on your writes
Your last verse was a 5.5, which is more skins than you ever got in ya life
I'm like the Emperor of text. You couldn't be savage like me with practice
got Ming in your name... n' can only manage a dynasty of wackness
observe the tough. shut ya trap bitch. I flow rap servin chumps
n' I don't know who you think you are.. all I know is that person sucks
I'll smash a G. Fuck with me? after I swear you would never be normal
you'll be such a casualty.. I couldn't wear you out to anything formal
Don't fight me, run in fear. ain't jokin the whole site see's you're a queer
cuz it's warming on my dick, like I been strokin at light speed for a year
fuck ya skills bitch.. even at ya best I leave you with crazy broke bones
trust me homie... I'll fuck your Prime up like a shady home loan
why even try? kid ya toasted. man you shouldn't be sore I'm boastin
there was a chance you coulda won. (I just didn't die before I posted)
mine's that heavy speech. most of the leagues weak.. n' me I'm in my peak
but fuck facing Feeble.. evidently I'm facing all kinds of it every week
ain't impressin me see.. ya fury can't contend with testing the heat
your name starts with War.. no worries it ends with resting in peace
look homie.. get over it. it's just a battle I'm only mean for minutes
I swear I just came to crush ya skull. I didn't even know your dreams were in it
The heat is poured. I'm showin off. my swag's hurtin ya leave you tore
Bitch when I showcase... it'll be the 1st degree murder I beat in court
won't stick it to me. the weak punches you throw makes me sickened truly
I'll rip your arm off. n' leave you named Wing like a chicken should be
fuck a rank. you rep the bottom. crushin ya spine's a fuckin breeze
n' you'll never be on top.. ya girl says it reminds her too much of me

Warming

homie give it a rest, quit pretending your vital
i started to read your last verse and kicked my dependence on nightquill
bitch hand over the title, we can't remember you rhyming dope
fuck bringing us back, these days spit can't even find times to vote
when i step up you need to quit, its too easy to beat you kid,
but walking over you sure is unpleasant, phly doing it confirmed you're a piece of shit
who's known as a cheating prick, i come correct so fuck a run at my throne
this geeks sigging star wars.. mostly cuz he'll never be done with the clones
sadly we're more alike than you know, for real spit you'll get smothered
see you're being reborn and i'm still splitting your mother
i'm the most lethal discovered, killing your buzz when the Ls drop
only time you'd have this win in the bag is mugging my bellhop
you can't handle the heat ho, i'll melt a dork for his weak flow
spit doesn't need air conditioning.. he just needs to work up to that ego
downing this square like stratego, thinks he's feared cuz we're acting bothered
he was bound to push some buttons.. before being told not to grab our boxers
throwing jabs til i top yours, it'll get this ass bitching for days
you'd think i knocked him back to the season 7 finals cuz his typical disqualifies as wack, bitten or played
we gave u the belt so you'd hang, now i'll use it reign lashes and welts a plenty
i don't even feel sorry fanning the flames.. when yours are in hell already
spit's known to roll with the punches, i'll leave him tattered by midpage
cuz living for the spur of the moment just means my boot's gonna shatter his ribcage
you'll never champ this league while its whole so learn to fathom your role
you never got over smoke so you'll keep getting dragged through the coals
faggot im bold, on my soul shut your pipe when im spitting
your girl won't even have anything to remember you by til i slice you to ribbons
you're unmanned by your woman, her and the drivel your pen inks
she's got you so whipped you're seeing two kinds of head shrink
you ain't got a hope without cheating, i'm smashing this dumb pest
i mean even when cats think you dropped dope they still ask for a blood test

Winner: $pitacular

02-16-2013, 03:18 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	$pitacular vs Warming $pitacular I'm wreckin you easy chump. If I'm grinnin it's cuz I know I'll be winnin this but being second don't mean you suck.. that shits just a total coincidence You ain't cool faggot. Nobody likes you. don't even get props on your writes Your last verse was a 5.5, which is more skins than you ever got in ya life I'm like the Emperor of text. You couldn't be savage like me with practice got Ming in your name... n' can only manage a dynasty of wackness observe the tough. shut ya trap bitch. I flow rap servin chumps n' I don't know who you think you are.. all I know is that person sucks I'll smash a G. Fuck with me? after I swear you would never be normal you'll be such a casualty.. I couldn't wear you out to anything formal Don't fight me, run in fear. ain't jokin the whole site see's you're a queer cuz it's warming on my dick, like I been strokin at light speed for a year fuck ya skills bitch.. even at ya best I leave you with crazy broke bones trust me homie... I'll fuck your Prime up like a shady home loan why even try? kid ya toasted. man you shouldn't be sore I'm boastin there was a chance you coulda won. (I just didn't die before I posted) mine's that heavy speech. most of the leagues weak.. n' me I'm in my peak but fuck facing Feeble.. evidently I'm facing all kinds of it every week ain't impressin me see.. ya fury can't contend with testing the heat your name starts with War.. no worries it ends with resting in peace look homie.. get over it. it's just a battle I'm only mean for minutes I swear I just came to crush ya skull. I didn't even know your dreams were in it The heat is poured. I'm showin off. my swag's hurtin ya leave you tore Bitch when I showcase... it'll be the 1st degree murder I beat in court won't stick it to me. the weak punches you throw makes me sickened truly I'll rip your arm off. n' leave you named Wing like a chicken should be fuck a rank. you rep the bottom. crushin ya spine's a fuckin breeze n' you'll never be on top.. ya girl says it reminds her too much of me Warming homie give it a rest, quit pretending your vital i started to read your last verse and kicked my dependence on nightquill bitch hand over the title, we can't remember you rhyming dope fuck bringing us back, these days spit can't even find times to vote when i step up you need to quit, its too easy to beat you kid, but walking over you sure is unpleasant, phly doing it confirmed you're a piece of shit who's known as a cheating prick, i come correct so fuck a run at my throne this geeks sigging star wars.. mostly cuz he'll never be done with the clones sadly we're more alike than you know, for real spit you'll get smothered see you're being reborn and i'm still splitting your mother i'm the most lethal discovered, killing your buzz when the Ls drop only time you'd have this win in the bag is mugging my bellhop you can't handle the heat ho, i'll melt a dork for his weak flow spit doesn't need air conditioning.. he just needs to work up to that ego downing this square like stratego, thinks he's feared cuz we're acting bothered he was bound to push some buttons.. before being told not to grab our boxers throwing jabs til i top yours, it'll get this ass bitching for days you'd think i knocked him back to the season 7 finals cuz his typical disqualifies as wack, bitten or played we gave u the belt so you'd hang, now i'll use it reign lashes and welts a plenty i don't even feel sorry fanning the flames.. when yours are in hell already spit's known to roll with the punches, i'll leave him tattered by midpage cuz living for the spur of the moment just means my boot's gonna shatter his ribcage you'll never champ this league while its whole so learn to fathom your role you never got over smoke so you'll keep getting dragged through the coals faggot im bold, on my soul shut your pipe when im spitting your girl won't even have anything to remember you by til i slice you to ribbons you're unmanned by your woman, her and the drivel your pen inks she's got you so whipped you're seeing two kinds of head shrink you ain't got a hope without cheating, i'm smashing this dumb pest i mean even when cats think you dropped dope they still ask for a blood test Winner: $pitacular