Wally Bombmicz vs Verse-atile

[Saint]

Freestyle Universe Vs Lyrical (s)Wordsmith
(8/20/01)

xX VeRSe aTiLe Xx:

V-Tizzy.......uh oh!

U made yo momz frown-at-birth...useless kid, she never found-ur-worth.
Alwayz above u, but I'll make an exception & be "down-to-earth."
U only a big part of emceein cuz ur round-in-girth.
U handin me strawberry daq-uir-ies tryin 2 flat-ter-me.
I'm half man, half machine tha way I'm propelled 2 pummel u..."armed bat-ter-y."
Confused freak of nature, u can't "bear" my disses, then u go "foul"...ur "chicken" & then start to-"duck."
U-suck...only gotten this far thru-luck. I'll leave u "worn out" like a used-tux.
By golly, jolly ol' Wally prolly had tha whole country "Partin" like Dolly.
U tryin 2 volley hip hop elements is a major folly.
Feeble minded, think too much & get stricken with cerebral palsy.
Wally typ-i-fies wackness, gettin served different ways like chick-en-thighs.
This foo alwayz quick-2-lie, but gets ripped-when-tried.
Ur a "hit and run" battler...throw a punch, then I don't see-u-a-gain.
I'll hit u ova tha head w/a bat till ya brain leaks-through-ya-chin.
U call urself Bomb-micz, but only "punch" u seen wuz at prom-night.
I'm tha prepubescent boogie man tha way I make u hold ur mom-tight.
U couldn't CAPITALIZE on ur punches, some "key" elements were-lacking.
U need more-backing...get more "support", tha floor's-cracking.
I make u fold-ya-thighs & hold-ya-eyes like u seen tha pol-ter-geist.
Wally gets jack slapped when he speaks, I already told-ya-twice.
Rappin so-ber-ly, but I'd still crush ya momz ov-ar-ies tot-all-y.
Years later, u just an old-em-cee who can't quite get ov-er-me.
Almost like a geologist tha way u alwayz try 2 "find-fault."
Up against a barrage of attacks, u ain't goin nowhere till mine-halt.
It goes without saying...I'm tha heavy fav-or-ite. Smartass, jus save-ur-wit.
Stations wouldn't play-ur-shit, it's enuff 2 make-u-quit. Plunge in, ur grave-is-split.
VeRSe is on tha war-path. Somethin went wrong, ur body is in four-halves.
Anything u say only goin bring forth more-wrath.
Y'all had swell-chests, that is till u met L(S).
We some of Hell's-best. U yell-threats, tried all u could, but it's a failed-test.

......oNe........

Wally Bombmicz:

i spit superb scriptz to reduce you lryiCal wordSmiths to 7 herbz ripped with they nerves slit......What da F.U.ck????let'z go nicka!!!!

i 'rise' like CHRIST-in-da-storm..ain't no rapper nicer-than-bOmb/
i'm slicin'-ya-form..then stab da same knife-in-ya-MOMz$$
view ya' life-thru-ya-palms like Cleo with dem tarot cards/
ya' square-flow'z-marred..i'll leave you with ya' [bone]marrow scarred$$
prepare-prose-hard[core] for battle..lyrics flame-ya-chest/
you ain't Bruce Lee..don't try play this GAME-of-DEATH$$
who aim-da-best??waLLy bOmb will drain-ya-NECK/
like Nosferatu..i shot you..left you drained-and-wet$$
i'll BANG-ya-set wit BLOODlinez engraved-as-threatz/
da CRIPkeeper with mixed reefer..i train-wit-vetz$$
you disdained-and-vexed cause B.O.M.B.micz remains-da-best/
my strategiez' pre-meditated like a game-of-CHESS$$
my LANE-is-LEFT..i move 'swift'..you doin' da "speed limit"/
i don't need gimmicks to K'O ya' flow in 3 minutes$$
you'll leave timid and 4ever cursed-from-da-pain/
get immersed-in-da-flames..take da VERSE-ya-name//
now you just A-TILE i "walk" on when i'm perched-wit-ya-dame///
here's a hearse-wit-ya-frame transportin' it da graveyard/
i packz da type of HEAT dat'z 'deep fried'..it leaves ya brains "charred"$$
ya' game'z flawed..i symbolize the art-of-perfection/
i'm smart-wit-da-{Smith-n}Wessons..blow ya [body]parts-into-sections$$
i start-wit-aggression creating hostile environments/
inflictin' career-endin' injuries dat REtire men$$
when firing..you best to have the 'luck' of all of Ireland/
try-it-then..i bet you'll be DEmised when the riot ends$$
inquiring..minds wanna know about ya' prior wins/
ya' competition'z suspect duke..thanks to ya' lying friends$$
supplyin' wind, but i'm tryin' chinz of cryin' men..my style'z derived-from-sin/
ya' Momz slides down mo' poles than FIREmen$$ ;)
i quiet men..with jaw-breakin' swingz dat knock clownz out/
my style is Verse-a-tile..it bangz from F.U. to Down-South(.com)-------------somebody get 'dis fool out my face