Trendsetter. vs Lyrical Supreme

[trap.]

01-12-2005


Trendsetter.

Welcome to the last battle of your life you herb bitch
cuz i'll leave you in more parts then how you write ya verse
I spray and remember all year that i came with the embers
Annual come to an end, like the last day of december
dont play i'mma send ya, str8 to hell eventually
Cuz i'mma break a sweat, cuz your ass is always sweatin me
Blah Blah Blah, Blah Blah Blah, Blah Blah you wack bitch
your ass is gassed quick like jews, plus i spit acid
and then i dump ya leaded body pumped and beded
And beat you with filler, no motherfucking pun intended


EyeKahn

i just saw dat u posted yo rhyme

Look...
this cat thinks he's better, wearin Skechers and Gap-Sweaters/
Abercrombie & Fitch, thinkin he's a Trend-Setter/
This Dude-Is-Kiddin, he always gets bent in the Puke-Position/
I Nuked-His-Bitches, cause I threw away his Swim-Suit-Editions/

Why you sounded afraid? you aint got shit to defend/
You challenged me cause u like playin around wit other men/
No wonder ya battlin scared, you jabbin at a legend/
An ordained felon, cause i'll grab ya head and stab it wit jagged edges/

I'll leave ya brains on da couch wit da blood on da carpet/
If you had gasoline and a match, you still couldnt spark shit/
Fuck that, Trend, and fuck your bar limit/
Im toxic, cause i'll poison ya insides like a compulsive abrupt chemist/