PoizonusJK vs KAL

trap. · 01-28-2013, 03:03 PM

02-16-2002

PJK SPIT:

emcees battlin me like they got a deathwish/
i'll flash it back to ya parents wedding nite, give your father a contraceptive/
why try if none can topple the mystical mic melter/
and that bullshit u spit i ain't tryin to hear, like helen keller/
u more bugged out than ten roundz like killer beez buzzin at ya
and impalin into ya gut, rippin ya up from the stomach faster/
than a thousand jagged knives that stab and dive into ya back and spine/
kal gets sacrificed, then poizon's jackin his after life!/
i Kill All Loserz, wrap em in tape and dump them/
into an airtight coffin while they're lungs are still pumpin/
six feet in the earth, that's y u claim to be underground/
if u keep spittin wackness i'll rip all of your teeth from ya mouth/
i don't play on wordz, i simply slay ya verse/
and the way i curse is enough to make your verbz lay in dirt/
i spit the type of punchlinez that'll punch your eyez/
to the back of your skull while you stand in the lunchline/
and shove rhymes into their lockerz, stuffed and beaten/
like peewee herman, kal's takin a public beatin/
that'll leave his stomach bleedin, till he trips on his liver/
my style "roundz off"pure skill, while like gymnastics i'm flippin this nigga/
i'll murder kal in the street with punches like five cannons fire/
that disintegrate him and the bystanders while their standin by/
i murder thugz, i'm tellin them, when i spit verbal slugz/
fast enough to turn your flesh into gelatin and shatter your skeleton/

i didn't feel like hilightin the damn multies, but there's a lot, so look for em. it'll be a
treasure hunt!
btw catz my flow is kinda faster than most peoplez cuz i'm east coast, so bear that
in mind when reading. the rhythm switches up.

KAL:

INTRO

U chose this a 'dumb decision',like 'retards nominated for president'~
decisive evidence ur bout as 'intel'-ligent as tandy computers retired on shelves-n-shyt~
writin wit a content titled irrelevant,fukk wit me?,yeah n nuns aint celibate~
what u mad czu no one 'pays you attention',like u in a 'dike club sellin dick'~

------------------------------------INTERMISSION------------------------

incompetent to 'write explosive' even if ya 'mailed bombs to letterman'~
conjecturin 'reign' over KAL,until KAL eliminated the 'weatherman'~
please P you think you better then,ive seen harsher flows in desert lands~
its like tryin to fight my lil sister,easy to punish wit effortless advances~
got ur 'life' left 'in my hand',like 'GOD the FATHER' mixed wit 'ALLSTATE'~
'(i)ensured' to create a poundin,n 'ground ya into atoms',til ur big egos a 'small state'~
im an 'air sign','gem-in-eye',bearin ailments mixed wit a hellish scare~
KAL stabbin ya 'state of mind' via PC wit 'diamonds' til ya Dell-aware~
prepared to 'disband' u on 'wax',the 'record holder','mutilate' ur life wit a 'solar' flare~
'hard headed' kats like u get ripped wit precision til my 'molars tear'~
u holdin air, arms n shoulders get smashed like crab legs under boulders~
ur spits just a 'frigidaire', im equivalent to 'arctic winter air',whos colder?~
composed of molded blueprints of a nova stored in folders,welcome to 'school hova'~
where i 'roc this fella' for actin 'stellar', but 'sun' aint nowhere near 'solar'~
steppin out of ur league,probly fifteen claimin ya much older~
u 'lucky'?, i 'crush clovers',u takin overs like irish folk claimin sober~
warp speech,release 'torpedoes in autumn',til he 'bleeds red october'~
'lost at sea',a permanent 'floater',theyll have to 'locate ur corpse wit sonar'~
chop this kid chick wit hauck spit,til ya optics are out of socket~
must 'play the defensive backfield',ya weapons on 'safety' y u tryin to cock it~
armless but tryin to block it,i shit rockets n spit heat like im chokin on tropics~
let this fag 'lick my ass', since all he likes do is 'talk shyt'~
u '#1 to get drop kicked' til ur head knots, hows that for top-picks (topics)~
u wanna be a 'star',ill slice then light his ass til he resembles sumthin 'cosmic'~
battlin me is 'non-sense(cents)',like 'parapalegics holdin change wit no pockets'~
'KAL recorded from ur voice box' as i 'crashland' bombs in your 'cockpit'~
stop it, 40 lines,dont need that,the more i cut the more you bleed wack~
im just lookin to castrate,so some poor hoe wont allow u to spread the seed back~

------------------------SMOKE BREAK--------------------

indeed P,i thank you for makin this feedin cum wit ease as i slipd it in~
bloody sausage thru his nogan,scarlet o hair,then im gone wit the wind (win)......

01-28-2013, 03:03 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	PoizonusJK vs KAL 02-16-2002 PJK SPIT: emcees battlin me like they got a deathwish/ i'll flash it back to ya parents wedding nite, give your father a contraceptive/ why try if none can topple the mystical mic melter/ and that bullshit u spit i ain't tryin to hear, like helen keller/ u more bugged out than ten roundz like killer beez buzzin at ya and impalin into ya gut, rippin ya up from the stomach faster/ than a thousand jagged knives that stab and dive into ya back and spine/ kal gets sacrificed, then poizon's jackin his after life!/ i Kill All Loserz, wrap em in tape and dump them/ into an airtight coffin while they're lungs are still pumpin/ six feet in the earth, that's y u claim to be underground/ if u keep spittin wackness i'll rip all of your teeth from ya mouth/ i don't play on wordz, i simply slay ya verse/ and the way i curse is enough to make your verbz lay in dirt/ i spit the type of punchlinez that'll punch your eyez/ to the back of your skull while you stand in the lunchline/ and shove rhymes into their lockerz, stuffed and beaten/ like peewee herman, kal's takin a public beatin/ that'll leave his stomach bleedin, till he trips on his liver/ my style "roundz off"pure skill, while like gymnastics i'm flippin this nigga/ i'll murder kal in the street with punches like five cannons fire/ that disintegrate him and the bystanders while their standin by/ i murder thugz, i'm tellin them, when i spit verbal slugz/ fast enough to turn your flesh into gelatin and shatter your skeleton/ i didn't feel like hilightin the damn multies, but there's a lot, so look for em. it'll be a treasure hunt! btw catz my flow is kinda faster than most peoplez cuz i'm east coast, so bear that in mind when reading. the rhythm switches up. KAL: INTRO U chose this a 'dumb decision',like 'retards nominated for president'~ decisive evidence ur bout as 'intel'-ligent as tandy computers retired on shelves-n-shyt~ writin wit a content titled irrelevant,fukk wit me?,yeah n nuns aint celibate~ what u mad czu no one 'pays you attention',like u in a 'dike club sellin dick'~ ------------------------------------INTERMISSION------------------------ incompetent to 'write explosive' even if ya 'mailed bombs to letterman'~ conjecturin 'reign' over KAL,until KAL eliminated the 'weatherman'~ please P you think you better then,ive seen harsher flows in desert lands~ its like tryin to fight my lil sister,easy to punish wit effortless advances~ got ur 'life' left 'in my hand',like 'GOD the FATHER' mixed wit 'ALLSTATE'~ '(i)ensured' to create a poundin,n 'ground ya into atoms',til ur big egos a 'small state'~ im an 'air sign','gem-in-eye',bearin ailments mixed wit a hellish scare~ KAL stabbin ya 'state of mind' via PC wit 'diamonds' til ya Dell-aware~ prepared to 'disband' u on 'wax',the 'record holder','mutilate' ur life wit a 'solar' flare~ 'hard headed' kats like u get ripped wit precision til my 'molars tear'~ u holdin air, arms n shoulders get smashed like crab legs under boulders~ ur spits just a 'frigidaire', im equivalent to 'arctic winter air',whos colder?~ composed of molded blueprints of a nova stored in folders,welcome to 'school hova'~ where i 'roc this fella' for actin 'stellar', but 'sun' aint nowhere near 'solar'~ steppin out of ur league,probly fifteen claimin ya much older~ u 'lucky'?, i 'crush clovers',u takin overs like irish folk claimin sober~ warp speech,release 'torpedoes in autumn',til he 'bleeds red october'~ 'lost at sea',a permanent 'floater',theyll have to 'locate ur corpse wit sonar'~ chop this kid chick wit hauck spit,til ya optics are out of socket~ must 'play the defensive backfield',ya weapons on 'safety' y u tryin to cock it~ armless but tryin to block it,i shit rockets n spit heat like im chokin on tropics~ let this fag 'lick my ass', since all he likes do is 'talk shyt'~ u '#1 to get drop kicked' til ur head knots, hows that for top-picks (topics)~ u wanna be a 'star',ill slice then light his ass til he resembles sumthin 'cosmic'~ battlin me is 'non-sense(cents)',like 'parapalegics holdin change wit no pockets'~ 'KAL recorded from ur voice box' as i 'crashland' bombs in your 'cockpit'~ stop it, 40 lines,dont need that,the more i cut the more you bleed wack~ im just lookin to castrate,so some poor hoe wont allow u to spread the seed back~ ------------------------SMOKE BREAK-------------------- indeed P,i thank you for makin this feedin cum wit ease as i slipd it in~ bloody sausage thru his nogan,scarlet o hair,then im gone wit the wind (win)......