Hummel vs iLL-F-X

[trap.]

06-02-2002

Hummel (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=11099)

at ease, attention, fall back, cease to exist....
gaspin for air? here's a body bag, breath into this...
only reason to try-out for my crew is if you yearning for suicide...
look kid it's you and i, let this beauty reside in the viewer's eye...
if the perfect rhyme doesn't exist, i'll develop it...
spit devil's flames at you for hell of it...
i'm diverse every time, like hand-readings by a drunken gypsy...
see i'ma stay morbid even if it kills me...
these posts so explosive they call me ted kaczynski...
you only diss me cuz i'm famous, like monica lewinsky...
watch me visually transmit the lyrical magic...
put crack in our peace pipe and bury you with the hatchet...
raps snap like a pitbull at anybody who's near 'em...
i'll make you diss yourself by injectin the truth serum
see i'm a scandal, unable to control these hands of mine...
drown you in the sands of time so we can take it to the afterlife...

bladieblah die blah!!!!




iLL-F-X (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=1215)

ok, here we go...


Hummel... imma pummel your face in cement an leave it cracked an broken in rubbel...
fucking with me is like signing your death off... your asphalted head is facing trouble.
Verse was weak with no verbal assault... air is what your punches are hitting...
your lyrics is shit... so dirty you might as well let your ass do the spitting.
Boy ur right, ur as famous as Monica Lewinsky... lickin presidential dick for free...
fuckin faget... your far from famous cuz your friends are below the age of pre-teen.
The Grapes of Wrath... my anger will crush your fruity instincs in one juicy motion...
like a frog croakin...i'll cut your throat open and leave your adams apple floatin.
I'm a human lightsaber, i'll saver the moment of lightin u on fire and watchin u burn red...
a necromancing recyler, u spit a verse once an use it again like it rose from the dead.
Your lyrics are comical... they seem serious yet manage to entertain me...
dont frame me... im a picture perfect emcee while u get lyrically rocked, go blame P.*
A messed boy... i'll toy with your intestines and test whats inside your chest...
where a vest... you'll need protecting cuz whats in you is worse than ur lyrical best.
hmmm..... i smell something, don't you? it smells like one of them dirty crawlers...
hmmm..... naw i know what it is, its me winning this, its the smell of this battle going flawless!!!


* that line mentions P Rock, se as he gets rocked and to go blame P for his lose. lol.

and you you bit my line. that Devls in hell rhyme i used in my tag verse. lol naw you didnt bite it but it was a mad coincidence we used the ssame wordplay. except i used mine alot better.

aiite uppin