chase vs flo

trap. · 01-25-2013, 03:44 PM

01-26-2003

Flo

Originally posted by chase
it no worries.....just make sure you keep to ur word

I burn kids... Wit merciless spits to ya sternum...
And my scructures about as solid as my word is
Ya verse is worthless n' ya hopeless when rappin'
You losin's like my word, you know it'll happen......
So slow wit ya whack shit..Cuz I'm slicin' this clown
...like peer preasure, I'll put the Colt 45 in ya mouth
Or lemme flip that, man, I'm sicker than war be.....
I'll put the magnum to ya grill like you was sippin a 40
So listen bitch, I dun need ten lines to rip ya spit
Cuz flo is so ill, I eat verses and my shit is sick
Splittin' wigs.... fuck checkin' you'll get ya chin checked in..
I'm givin' ya wig more hits than win grimm checks in
I'm blitzin - Deckin' kids.. Nigga I'm blastin' ya skull..
So sick when I spit, I'll give cancer a cold
Smash till ya fold, And I'm drunk as can be
And thats nothin' new, kinda like ya whack keys..........
But thats a blashemy cuz ya whack n' I'm bustin' bars....
Fuck name play... I dun even know who the fuck you are?
CHASE

ima win like this.........

ima scalp you w/ a dull scalpel//
then make my way to ur adam�s apple//
cuttin off your fingers//
after this, you�ll consider being an R&B singer//
my raps are tight, consider me your grim reaper//
my icy breath creep�s on ya//
closing in on death//
ima send knives to be planted in yo breast//
tears apart your lungs, your outta breath//
you wanted a shot at chase, but u got nothin left//
you think your damn tight//
but how u gnna beat raps christ//
just kiddin, i aint no prophet, or a disiple//
but i despise you, and i just cocked my rifle//
ima wordsmith, shit DJ NEMISIS*, he nothin but an apprentice//
as for DJ SICKNESS**, your one burnt out bitch//
infested w/ various itches, and got countless stitches//
plus you lack mental quickness//
disease�s is the reason i rapp up my penis//
and your infested w/ funky ass cheese�s//
ur throat to soar, ur ventalation wheezes//
i got so many rhymes, i can choose em, while im blind//
shit my selection so big, oyou dont even kno//
i can beat u with rhymes that i pick, iny-miny-mo//
FLO SHEEZY*** is to easy to diss//
so ill pretend its the name i missed//
KNIGHTSOULJA****, this battle took balls//
but after it, this cadet will be AWALL//

*=his alias
**=his other alias
***=his other other alias
****=his other other other alias

01-25-2013, 03:44 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	chase vs flo 01-26-2003 Flo Originally posted by chase it no worries.....just make sure you keep to ur word I burn kids... Wit merciless spits to ya sternum... And my scructures about as solid as my word is Ya verse is worthless n' ya hopeless when rappin' You losin's like my word, you know it'll happen...... So slow wit ya whack shit..Cuz I'm slicin' this clown ...like peer preasure, I'll put the Colt 45 in ya mouth Or lemme flip that, man, I'm sicker than war be..... I'll put the magnum to ya grill like you was sippin a 40 So listen bitch, I dun need ten lines to rip ya spit Cuz flo is so ill, I eat verses and my shit is sick Splittin' wigs.... fuck checkin' you'll get ya chin checked in.. I'm givin' ya wig more hits than win grimm checks in I'm blitzin - Deckin' kids.. Nigga I'm blastin' ya skull.. So sick when I spit, I'll give cancer a cold Smash till ya fold, And I'm drunk as can be And thats nothin' new, kinda like ya whack keys.......... But thats a blashemy cuz ya whack n' I'm bustin' bars.... Fuck name play... I dun even know who the fuck you are? CHASE ima win like this......... ima scalp you w/ a dull scalpel// then make my way to ur adam�s apple// cuttin off your fingers// after this, you�ll consider being an R&B singer// my raps are tight, consider me your grim reaper// my icy breath creep�s on ya// closing in on death// ima send knives to be planted in yo breast// tears apart your lungs, your outta breath// you wanted a shot at chase, but u got nothin left// you think your damn tight// but how u gnna beat raps christ// just kiddin, i aint no prophet, or a disiple// but i despise you, and i just cocked my rifle// ima wordsmith, shit DJ NEMISIS, he nothin but an apprentice// as for DJ SICKNESS, your one burnt out bitch// infested w/ various itches, and got countless stitches// plus you lack mental quickness// disease�s is the reason i rapp up my penis// and your infested w/ funky ass cheese�s// ur throat to soar, ur ventalation wheezes// i got so many rhymes, i can choose em, while im blind// shit my selection so big, oyou dont even kno// i can beat u with rhymes that i pick, iny-miny-mo// FLO SHEEZY is to easy to diss// so ill pretend its the name i missed// KNIGHTSOULJA*, this battle took balls// but after it, this cadet will be AWALL// =his alias =his other alias =his other other alias ***=his other other other alias