02-03-2013, 04:22 PM | #1 |
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Join Date: Aug 1997
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Advance
Name: Advance
Crews: Text Monsters Where: Boston, Massachusetts Repped: UA vs Adonis Step if ya can, find out the stun gun hurts/ For you to be less of a man, you'd have to become one first/ Take the hint, I found on a date with your bitch/ That you write long verses, to compensate for your dick/ Draped in spit, with metaphors forced in ya dome/ The only barnburner here, is when I'm torching your home/ Come on, claiming best in the world is great/ But I'll slow you down, and even have your girlfriend 'late'/ Doubt the loss?, on your last leg, I'm out to chop/ For Adonis, reading ill lyrics is culture shock/ Expect the laughs, as I dissect your trash/ Such as how that big trophy, must really stretch your ass/ The death is fast, its your choice to get ripped/ An 'evil mind', I could win battles with my Freudian slips/ Tread on this bitch, in rhymes that are dead on and sick/ I ditched the trophy, I'll settle for ya head on a stick/ You go two ways, and this fag wants to play war games/ How you gonna come to UA, with your gay porn name/ So put the pun to rest, and the five weeks to come ya best/ Dissing you is 'played', since it'll be 'done to death'/ Put lumps on chests, and kick hearts out of place/ If I can't 'shit on you', I leave skid marks on your face/ Spark the hate, take your life in a grappling bout/ The incoherent shit you wrote, was the result of 'tapping out'/ Smack ya mouth, it's yours, but I'll hurl you a bone/ Named for a God, that's why your in a 'world of your own'/ Come prepared, to stain your underwear... Woke on the 'wrong side of the bed', had no choice with your mother there/ vs Poison You've had it hard, badly scarred, a step closer to dead/ Fix your avatar, shouldn't the bag go OVER your head?/ Pathetic and dumb, that's what to name your new album/ Your skill level's a ton, since it hasn't changed from 2000/ I'm parting the ground, you get dropped from the aftershock/ There's no 'market' for clowns, your the only 'laughing stock'/ You have to stop, desperation's a sign of blue balls/ I jacked your thinking cap, but it was 5 sizes too small/ Start expecting harm, what's your Race? I'm baffled/ You 'bet the Farm', and now you have no place to battle/ Claim you're the best right? But you tend to clown a lot/ Writing is like your sex-life, never been around the block/ vs Relentless Fists We both sucked ya mom's tits, our only likeness in war/ Like Sub. teachers, no one cares what ya write on the board/ Your verse is dead, the autopsy proves that I caused it/ Homesick? Of course, you were used to the closet/ You need special attention, riders under your belt/ Constant sexual tension, your in love with yourself/ We need to sew shut, the big old slut that birthed you/ Freaks come OUT at night, you got stuck with a curfew?/ A 'barrel of laughs', since your jokes are just trash/ Your on the hot-seat, I'M not blowing smoke up ya ass/ Skill level is 'shallow', and I leave them immersed/ If Afterlife is instant, you'll still be reading my verse/ Your busy as a beaver, mainly, your girl's beaver/ I know you love her, but the rest of the world needs her/ The consolation prize, Advance is still in ya click/ You only 'tap an ass', when you're milking its dick/ I'm iller than Fist, I made us the best crew lately/ Your known to 'follow a formula', like Test-Tube babies/ War with a foe, like herpes, you got this 'sore from a blow'/ You were never dropped on ya head, it was more of a throw/ Sick of talking to you, about how often ya lose/ And how your dick got cut, when you thought it was pubes/ Inspiring? People join you, then start aching to quit/ Beat ya dad in self-defense, the fag was 'making a Fist'/ A bit of hate with a twist, leave readers mortified/ Fuck home videos, I'll make them flash before ya eyes/ Ignore your pride, got slapped when you gave me an order/ Separate weak from the strong, like the Canadian border Fist seems defiant, the weakest link and ya proud/ I only get peace and quiet, when your thinking out loud// You lack the resilience, disses travel over the reader/ As my 'flashes of brilliance', leave opponents in seizures/ You'd fuck white trash fast, and feel no need to check her/ So you mastered the 'crab scratch', but never seen a record/ He's dead by this line, I live by what I said in a rhyme/ Children are the future? Immaturity has you ahead of ya time/ I hate ya writtens, slay Fist with an amazing whipping/ Only one question left, do I have to pay for shipping?/ |
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