Tha Pastor R.Y. vs mUaY-aUs

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02-03-2002

mUaY-aUs (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=6528)

:::tIMe pHoR tHe--bUrNaZ:::
you get fucked like a prison bitch in maximum security-your own worst enemy is your impurity
once you reach maturity expect-to-collect alot erect dicks flying direct up that insect sized ASS
you you you REJECT....subject to high neglect a suspect for a disorder knows as zero-intellect
i'm correct-i detect-no respect for you....i prefect every rhyme i write till it's perfect or tight i got an appitite for the megabyte-eating these little emcees like chemicals do to a parasite i ignite vets like jets and excite like homeless asain thugs and a dogfight combined you could bite my rhymes recite them 3000 times but despite that your still left behind...
when thinking of the Pastor r.Y the meaning of weak is definded..
you get declined like a colorblind elderly man going for a licence...
:::tIMe pHoR tHe--mULtIeZ:::
before i electrocute you like a wet hair-dryer i suggest you make one last prayer-to the-higher
on your knees begging for this nightmare-to-expire making the pastor ware-this verbal-fire
i break you like a cashew...bash-you... and the rest of your weak crew thats trash-with no-value
make them flee-to-change-team my styles can rearrange-the-supreme from cream to dream
no need for me to redeem, see-my-range-is-unseen all i hear is your sourly-strange-scream
watching me powerfully-change-to-extreme...
:::kNocKoUt:::

A Slaughter By::mUaY-mUtHaFuCCaN-AUS
i draw crowds bigger than an eclipse to see you scream louder than a lady with paper-clips on her pussy-lips/
when this battles fully erect you'd have better luck learning dog lanuguange than earning my respect/





Tha Pastor R.Y. (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=796)

ok, tryin somethin a little different...
Tha Pastor's sermon:

Muay-aus thought he killed all of my spirits, but then found-more
Claimin he's unbelievin but this heathen's prayin for my down-fall
Sleepness-nights, under sheets-with-fright, from Tha Pastor's-prophecy
Muay's words a last gasp before collapse, like society with a lack-of-authority
On the streets with gnawin and gnashin of teeth, ravaged-and-bleedin
Ya efforts are fruitless like when Adam and Eve were banished-from-Eden
Take heed, and be not deceived, when you receive craftful-gesture
Just like a previous bad spiritual leader, I'm ya past-tormentor (Pastor-mentor)
Fools scorn the wisdom of my words, but you can't prove-wisdom-ignored
Now you can might have lost everythin, but you can always lose-a-little-more...

~Style Switch~Disses~

Jackin off of me, that's why ya punches are limp-wristed
Nobody feels ya like leprosy, ya fell back and quick-withered
My lyrics are pure like Evian*, and ya the opposite, makin-ya-naive (Evian is a brand of pure water)
Demon-possessed, my lyrics take a hold of ya, shakin-ya-violently
If ya battled Christopher Reeves he still consider you a 'walk-over'
Ya not makin sense cos ya hyperventilatin, son try and talk-slower
Been beaten so many times already, I'm just renewin-ya-scars
Muay's more of a let down than when his Gran's removin-her-bra
Wantin to party, Muay's hopin I come 'hard' so he can get-'down'-and
After ya heard-this, ya lookin a little nervous, I'll leave ya in ya sweat-drownin

peace