02-07-2022, 10:09 PM | #1 |
Scream
Join Date: Jun 2015
Posts: 3,183
Battle Record: 63-35
Accomplishments - 50 Wins
Champed - BA Picture Roast
- Battle Royale Tournament
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- Netcees Battle League
- NBL Season 11
- HoT Roast
- BAL Roast
- Tag Team Tourney
- NBL Barcotic Cypher
- SOL Pic Roast
- BA Tag
- XXXtentacion Roast
- 1-2 LR Champ
Rep Power: 22535864 |
Pulse vs Killamanjaro
KILLAMANJARO
April 28th, 2005, 02:24 PM ..not monday, but here's a weak opener...its too early to squash enemies.. they lost heart, their Pulse became shakey like epileptics in shock therapy ..my spot you'll never see, its more than age, I'm able to bring poems it showing maturity, exposing young Pulses to sudden infant death syndrome ..ya audios sounding like ringtones, give up, you no MC, accept the truth but then Pulse became a prick, so like hormones Killa got the best of you ..without stretching truth, with no weapon used, canucks'll die today so blame canada for ya sporadic flow, it don't even border a united state ..ya type is played, the black sheep flocks to niggaz, only to take the rap but fag, you won't get a vote, until Congress let gay legislature pass ..this battle aint about to be close, surrender, toss ya towel in homes but in this ring, Pulse is the only white fabric about to be thrown Grip's blood brother is the closest to being black this bout'll expose ya doubted me, but even at my age I drop P...& not lose bowel control.. ..overpowering flows, beat Pulse like stepkid, his brother, anybody connected you guessed it...this fag's brother got fucked easy, so homosexuality must be genetic Pulse May 13th, 2005, 06:43 AM Off to a late start, sorry Killa, just making sure I stay sharp Didn’t know your rhymes were more played than your race card The job’s to roast ya, I bring the beef to your grill like Ponderosa Try to play the apprentice, and I’ll plaster your dome like Omarosa Honestly, duke… claiming you’re black when its hardly the truth Killa loves whitey so much he had to procreate a mulatto or two You’re a lame faggot, teetering to and fro in your straightjacket Pulse’ll murder ya, and bury your seeds alive in the same casket Leave this Killa screamin, work up my bloodthirst when I eat him Cat’s so pro-black, once I own him, he’ll start singing for freedom We’ve all seen him, both his pic and his ego in rhetoric fights But having a swelled head doesn’t account for the elephantitis Molestin this chump, guess I’m just good at pressin your buttons Time to put this old dog to sleep… with his head in the oven. Pulse wins |
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