05-10-2019, 10:31 PM | #1 |
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LARS vs. Universe - OPEN FOR VOTES
How about 78 lines? :P
...... Need to get your weight up before we get this battle underway... Heard whether you black, white or asian is a matter of some debate I'm the disaster of your age, lift the hatch the bunker's safe I just wonder if you'll ever escape Fracture's sunken place... He left stumped like "hey, he somehow knows that shook twerp?" Sounds re-hearsed like exhumations when you come out of the woodwork Lay a good verse but lame set up lines take up the page I guess ain't much changed since your Mr. T/ Bladerunner days... (eh?) Conversate with his surgeon, he's an invertebrate in the dirt kids So this an asteroid in space versus a steroided waste of a person They respect your cred, not dead rhyme schemes Resin M-I-C But I'm off the map, on top of that no legend can-find-me What you bring to the table is cheap that's why you ate for free No food for thought, ya saving grace is the prey you seek Nameless geeks vote for Resin even when you take a knee-- Grow from that... slavery; dog you make believe Pretend what you say is deep, you tempting fate it seems Make ya stomach this upset, cuz nothing Resin-ate's with me Fucking wannabe gangster, I bet you were a nervous kid Now you overcompensating, I'll even spit some words like him... Aiiyo I shed blood like storage bins, when I get under skin ... Even a crip'll straighten up like Verbal Kint!! Shut up nerd you're shit, you barely beat that Jabari Black prick From my stand-point your hands joined like teaching target practice That's bang on accurate, just look at what hash-tags are Bet you can't diss me without tapping into a space bar... Or some lame Canadian stereotype topic You dash too far from the M-I-C to ever capitalize on it No surprise both my eyes just lost any interest His lines so long winded a kite's sewn on when it's finished He floats over text emcees like 'don't talk or mess with me' Then coasts on his rep, yet it seems his boat's docked indefinitely You hit n' miss like your domestic plea, let's discuss the facts Go from spittin' sick to us saying "what the fuck was THAT?" Plus the infant on your lap doesn't have the same genetics So that douchebag the baby's left with is raising questions Next major thread he better worry, maybe I'll enter early (fuck 1-2 punch) I'm makin' sure he never win a-tourney like I'm in the jury Your insults never differ; you spit raps that are clever... But they all be gun lines like a capital letter You trigger happy? Even better, what I'm spittin' is cut throat Flexin' his muscles like "I haven't hit the gym in 6 months bro" (riiiiiight) So half a year fans just closet homos; what kind of pic is that? Looking like the kid from Split mixed and matched with Mr. Glass This board stacked with sell outs, say one sentence then you've won I guess you horde yourself out, Kevin Wendell Crumb Give us a round of topics, son I'll stunt your growth Watch how quick this chump's exposed when out of his comfort zone Unbeknownst to him he's dethroned and scarred forever Without a ruler art is better, but like your dick that's hard to measure I make a "coo" stick like guitars, you get-tarred and feathered When's the last time you rhymed more than one bar together? (Hmm) Hardly ever, you a one trick pony with no horse in the race (max security) All your punches lonely, rhyme schemes forced all over the place Got toupee the toll, you pack the dome almost with ease... But I broke the web that you weave, this cat-a-comb over tomb me He's like "check my bicep, by September I'll hold this curl" Resin am-I-senile or has muscle memory emboldened ya journal? Fuck his pic, he lies; it's the rhymes that sold the world And from the text he writes I Betty White like that Golden Girl (ha) Leave no stone unturned, you look five foot twelve with hair That's six feet under, dead man, I'm sure you're well aware Ya shelf life's at the tail end, I can tell ya stale Alpha male? I'm still unsure if this elf a male You holding belts but I've failed to accept your hype You only say-bull to me like Brock Lesnar's wife You better fight, the gloves are off and you can't defeat me Ya girl's a groupie, she even under-line-dancers like a cheat sheet Seems we got signals crossed, you hung me out to dry, I'm baffled What's your Wifi password? I couldn't get it from your wife, I asked her Speaking of witch... talkin' shit about his bride won't matter His spinal cord's on the tile floor of his chiropractor's Take a crack at this? I'm flattered but it's a bumpy road ahead Someone I know med up with the real you, placebo effect They said you closed off, obsessed by how you're perceived by your friends So in the end they let me in on your little secret instead (shhh) But I know you'll sleep on this thread so l won't speak on the rest In need of a guess? Maybe I'll tell people when we meet up again... (Mahfucka.)
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