Dynamix vs Creeping Death

trap. · 01-25-2013, 11:17 PM

02-09-2005

Creeping Death

I'm drastic wit raps, bout teh give this faggot some daps,
punch a hole threw ya chest & give you a pat on the back...
beatin' you so bad yull even cry, why'd you even try?
I'll pm every cat on the site a link to this battle,
So they'll see you, Dy...
Stupid nigga, knowone can do it quicker,
& I'm talkin' bout keys,
Not you and ya girl, when you hit her...
pre-written whore, tryna' question my Ol' School? damn man,
I'm so Ol' Schoo' I get my lean on and do a hand stand..
word, but you gonna win the LMS, I'm just reala' wit it..
Shouldnt have any problems, seein' as how I aint in it..
I'm slicin' niggas, and kids like you, I spit nice dude,
Hittin you with a left hook, so you can get right too..
but I'mma prolly lose so I'll give you some props, but then again,
Without wordplay you'd never win a battle that you where in?
did you catch that subliminal, or is it to sublimanal..
or is it the fact?
My spellings the only thing worse than your material?
haha, I'm just clownin, and you funny with ya punchlines 'en ya keys,
And while you got cats rollin', I got grimm rofl, and he'd want X-teh-see...
Yeah thats advanced spurts mayne, getting you in the worst way
You winnin this battle is far fetched, kinda' like ya wordplay...
I'm droppin' a key, But your prolly writtin' dude,
Or for your sake, hopefully God himself will ghost write feh you

I'm damagin' lames, smacking this gay, blastin' the gauge
..so nice I can drop a cum line, & have it rackin' ya brain..

unmatched wit the flame, crashin' ya page, relaxxed with a spray,
I'm cassius, your clay, your ashes I'm flame, I answer, you pray..

I can type in caps or the same, just rapping today, rappin' insane
you make niggas get on they feet, I got Red Dye, c-walkin', dancing away

I switch styles, yeah... I'm switchin' it up grippin the pump, rippin' ya up..
Hittin' ya so hard, I'll knock the words from off the tip of ya toungue..
And this is off the top of my head so when I drop this ya dead,
Cuz once it hits,
..ya cranium'll be the only thing droppin' from the top of ya HEAD..
homo, fag, gay, queer, dick sucking, cock licking kid,
If the truth hurts, I thought I'd use my set up teh rip ya wit..
An drop the real, you the real deal tho' you droppin' Ill,
But when I drop you I guess I can say I really drop the real...

Yo, I just got back from the bathroom... I'll blaze like hell-&
Hand you an L-quick, so Ill.. I just made myself sick..
Is this 50 yet... man I'm gettin' sick of typing
And I know by now your prolly sick of writtin'..
I hit quick light lightning, lightin' this kid, what!!!
I'm so underground, I hang gravestones, and dig up..
bitch, fuck.. why'd ya wanna step to me, ya effort is failin'-&,
well, I guess I just uncovered another Are Dee alias

hahaha

namix

your the Illest cat this site has ever seen.. an don't take that lightly

::AHEM::

tic-tock tic-tock, how long since this bitch dropped hip-hop?
its like talkin politics wit kid pac, the way i got dis shit locked
u even admitted ur beat! hommie u better start prayin aloud
u said Yahweh outta my league, so why play wit God now?

Underground?! haha
congrats, get the confetti! and a shovel, can u dig it already?
i'll put u soo underground
u'll be pullin DOWN daisy, duke- like a cali chick wita wedgie
veteran? guess again! first impress a friend, n then set a trend
some styles leave their marks,
but yours is too weak to ever press-a-dent
sooo clever my keys hurtim hotter than a wet leather t-shirt
my wordplays the truth, n in all honesty i never stretch either
see flo sheezy, u lost n i won! really look how often ur sonned
u'll never fill bleachers, but u'll be fillin my washer wit some
I never been managed by vets, u cant take dynamix- ur dead!
bitch u can cuff my pants at the legs, and ur hands to the bed
everythin is hereditary no denyin this shit
so his daughters'll be ADD,
when they inherit the size of his tits
ur life'll have a surprise endin! nah, i'll actually spoil it
ur a lackey, loyalist!
ur dicks been thru more Imp-ports than iraqi oil bitch!
i seen ur career this is how ur talents lookin, no fakin
ya skills pan out- spatula in hand, and cookin me bacon
worry ur girl will get pregnant? I just cram it up her legs
imma lay the chick, then omelet u scramble wit her eggs
dizzy's what i got from rappin circles around all of u fucks
and dizzy's what you got from going raw with a slut
flo- go to the hospital, stay with the people!
that way ur every need'll get aid,
..and u'll stop gettin aids from the needle!!
i aint good at actin like a dick, but aids? god ur dumb!
if i could be a prick,
i would be the one from the needle u got it from!
flo just fell down! 50 lines? well now, im definitely hell bound
whats lower my aids punches, or ur white blood-cell count?
how would we divide earth if we owned it?! no easy answer
but i'd prolly have the tropic of capricorn- n he'd have cancer
ur bitch called it a puss, clit, or slit- til i hit some of that ass
now she calls it her litter box cuz that cunt is so trashed
I'll win so prepare for a loss, start mappin the course
n halve ya ass set, like what ur bitch'll get after divorce
you played a little quarterback...but i bet you feel like shit
the biggest reception was thrown- by ur team when u quit
this dude being toothless-is testimony to my ruthlessness
the hiphop game takes balls, and you rap like ya neuta it!
u aint got an iota of skill! lol thats a word he aint graspin
why iota? why iota!? why iota whoop ur ass fo even askin
u used dyna-sore before, what? lol, did u think that is new?
i bet ur spits made Jurassic, cuz they made my ass sick too
uppercut, what? u better watch your mouth if u like it pup
cuz if ur jaws down for conversation, i'll gladly strike it up
cant be modest, im at least honest- he's profusely beat, got it?!
my hits just left this bitchs eyes-crossed and his T's dotted

namix · 01-26-2013, 04:27 PM

dude your blowing my mind with these throw-back battles... this never made it into lama's 'hall of names' for me either - fucking 50 lines hahah wtf.... OLD SCHOOL yo!

01-25-2013, 11:17 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Dynamix vs Creeping Death 02-09-2005 Creeping Death I'm drastic wit raps, bout teh give this faggot some daps, punch a hole threw ya chest & give you a pat on the back... beatin' you so bad yull even cry, why'd you even try? I'll pm every cat on the site a link to this battle, So they'll see you, Dy... Stupid nigga, knowone can do it quicker, & I'm talkin' bout keys, Not you and ya girl, when you hit her... pre-written whore, tryna' question my Ol' School? damn man, I'm so Ol' Schoo' I get my lean on and do a hand stand.. word, but you gonna win the LMS, I'm just reala' wit it.. Shouldnt have any problems, seein' as how I aint in it.. I'm slicin' niggas, and kids like you, I spit nice dude, Hittin you with a left hook, so you can get right too.. but I'mma prolly lose so I'll give you some props, but then again, Without wordplay you'd never win a battle that you where in? did you catch that subliminal, or is it to sublimanal.. or is it the fact? My spellings the only thing worse than your material? haha, I'm just clownin, and you funny with ya punchlines 'en ya keys, And while you got cats rollin', I got grimm rofl, and he'd want X-teh-see... Yeah thats advanced spurts mayne, getting you in the worst way You winnin this battle is far fetched, kinda' like ya wordplay... I'm droppin' a key, But your prolly writtin' dude, Or for your sake, hopefully God himself will ghost write feh you I'm damagin' lames, smacking this gay, blastin' the gauge ..so nice I can drop a cum line, & have it rackin' ya brain.. unmatched wit the flame, crashin' ya page, relaxxed with a spray, I'm cassius, your clay, your ashes I'm flame, I answer, you pray.. I can type in caps or the same, just rapping today, rappin' insane you make niggas get on they feet, I got Red Dye, c-walkin', dancing away I switch styles, yeah... I'm switchin' it up grippin the pump, rippin' ya up.. Hittin' ya so hard, I'll knock the words from off the tip of ya toungue.. And this is off the top of my head so when I drop this ya dead, Cuz once it hits, ..ya cranium'll be the only thing droppin' from the top of ya HEAD.. homo, fag, gay, queer, dick sucking, cock licking kid, If the truth hurts, I thought I'd use my set up teh rip ya wit.. An drop the real, you the real deal tho' you droppin' Ill, But when I drop you I guess I can say I really drop the real... Yo, I just got back from the bathroom... I'll blaze like hell-& Hand you an L-quick, so Ill.. I just made myself sick.. Is this 50 yet... man I'm gettin' sick of typing And I know by now your prolly sick of writtin'.. I hit quick light lightning, lightin' this kid, what!!! I'm so underground, I hang gravestones, and dig up.. bitch, fuck.. why'd ya wanna step to me, ya effort is failin'-&, well, I guess I just uncovered another Are Dee alias hahaha namix your the Illest cat this site has ever seen.. an don't take that lightly ::AHEM:: tic-tock tic-tock, how long since this bitch dropped hip-hop? its like talkin politics wit kid pac, the way i got dis shit locked u even admitted ur beat! hommie u better start prayin aloud u said Yahweh outta my league, so why play wit God now? Underground?! haha congrats, get the confetti! and a shovel, can u dig it already? i'll put u soo underground u'll be pullin DOWN daisy, duke- like a cali chick wita wedgie veteran? guess again! first impress a friend, n then set a trend some styles leave their marks, but yours is too weak to ever press-a-dent sooo clever my keys hurtim hotter than a wet leather t-shirt my wordplays the truth, n in all honesty i never stretch either see flo sheezy, u lost n i won! really look how often ur sonned u'll never fill bleachers, but u'll be fillin my washer wit some I never been managed by vets, u cant take dynamix- ur dead! bitch u can cuff my pants at the legs, and ur hands to the bed everythin is hereditary no denyin this shit so his daughters'll be ADD, when they inherit the size of his tits ur life'll have a surprise endin! nah, i'll actually spoil it ur a lackey, loyalist! ur dicks been thru more Imp-ports than iraqi oil bitch! i seen ur career this is how ur talents lookin, no fakin ya skills pan out- spatula in hand, and cookin me bacon worry ur girl will get pregnant? I just cram it up her legs imma lay the chick, then omelet u scramble wit her eggs dizzy's what i got from rappin circles around all of u fucks and dizzy's what you got from going raw with a slut flo- go to the hospital, stay with the people! that way ur every need'll get aid, ..and u'll stop gettin aids from the needle!! i aint good at actin like a dick, but aids? god ur dumb! if i could be a prick, i would be the one from the needle u got it from! flo just fell down! 50 lines? well now, im definitely hell bound whats lower my aids punches, or ur white blood-cell count? how would we divide earth if we owned it?! no easy answer but i'd prolly have the tropic of capricorn- n he'd have cancer ur bitch called it a puss, clit, or slit- til i hit some of that ass now she calls it her litter box cuz that cunt is so trashed I'll win so prepare for a loss, start mappin the course n halve ya ass set, like what ur bitch'll get after divorce you played a little quarterback...but i bet you feel like shit the biggest reception was thrown- by ur team when u quit this dude being toothless-is testimony to my ruthlessness the hiphop game takes balls, and you rap like ya neuta it! u aint got an iota of skill! lol thats a word he aint graspin why iota? why iota!? why iota whoop ur ass fo even askin u used dyna-sore before, what? lol, did u think that is new? i bet ur spits made Jurassic, cuz they made my ass sick too uppercut, what? u better watch your mouth if u like it pup cuz if ur jaws down for conversation, i'll gladly strike it up cant be modest, im at least honest- he's profusely beat, got it?! my hits just left this bitchs eyes-crossed and his T's dotted

01-26-2013, 04:27 PM	#2
namix been that, done there. Join Date: Jun 2001 Posts: 2,259 Battle Record: 2-1 Accomplishments - OM HOF Rep Power: 85246656	dude your blowing my mind with these throw-back battles... this never made it into lama's 'hall of names' for me either - fucking 50 lines hahah wtf.... OLD SCHOOL yo!