Plethora vs EX aka Thor

trap. · 01-28-2013, 01:13 AM

01-26-2002

Plethora’s verse:

hyped for battle, pleth's gettin' ready to rattle threads~
enticed by your 'Hammer, MC' with ill manners my standard sets~
conjurer of spells for moderators or pampered vets~
I impose my steel will, while Ex's bends like a crooked fence~

'The Eighth sense", my immense wits far beyond this Myth God~
Dissect his breath in seconds, with swift chop and skip the six shots~
So I strike the hammer while the iron is hot, The Rhymer Tyrant Defiant Virus, makes your environment hot~
with a plethora of methods your death is never the same, 'left' for dead inside this thread I 'write' your loss in eternal flames~

So face it, its a Marvel you even lasted past the first lines~
Ask me to battle? you got more nerve than curved spines~
I leave the masses flabergasted, their Patron God just got 'land mind' ~

Inevitable defeat, I preach impressive lessons to felled immortals~
Dispelled the portals of time, my reach impeached your speech to foul abhorrable torrids lines~~

Thor’s verse:

Muh…plethora? Huh…kid why did you agree…

Ayo…
It’s obvious your flow aint phat so plethora, you must be mineral water/
Only way you could be associated with number 1 is being the presidents daughter/
Take your pills, still couldn’t be ill after having an immune disorder/
Being in charge of a tampon board is the only way you could rule a forum/
It’s either that or battle scriptures writing poems, no thoughts of omens/
Whining about battles, but even no bodys destroy you with one line/
I set the clock an hour after noon…you see who one this time/
Plethora would think senses are good, but we all know before this even began, I ripped you in two/
Right threw ur tissues, like a gay magazine…you got homosexual issues/
You couldnt think of a decent punch even if Ali tutored your crew/
Listen "dawg" you got no balls at all like vet neutored you, tis true!/
You started spitting in fall on Labor Day, so you could say, your a well seasoned veteran/
You used to be semi ill but what happened, you must of accidently took Claritin/
Like a unfinished bad boxing article plethoras lacking hard hitting closure/
Get the picture your like a profesional photographer your yet to receive exposure/
Spit with no precision your in a bad position like you got an unusual posture/
Wet with tears, plethora you must be a laundromat engineer/
Want to know whats washed up?...your netcee career!/

Nuttin much, although it should be enough…

roar!!!! Bwahaha…

feeble pencil flicks! Hit me up, im out!

01-28-2013, 01:13 AM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Plethora vs EX aka Thor 01-26-2002 Plethora’s verse: hyped for battle, pleth's gettin' ready to rattle threads~ enticed by your 'Hammer, MC' with ill manners my standard sets~ conjurer of spells for moderators or pampered vets~ I impose my steel will, while Ex's bends like a crooked fence~ 'The Eighth sense", my immense wits far beyond this Myth God~ Dissect his breath in seconds, with swift chop and skip the six shots~ So I strike the hammer while the iron is hot, The Rhymer Tyrant Defiant Virus, makes your environment hot~ with a plethora of methods your death is never the same, 'left' for dead inside this thread I 'write' your loss in eternal flames~ So face it, its a Marvel you even lasted past the first lines~ Ask me to battle? you got more nerve than curved spines~ I leave the masses flabergasted, their Patron God just got 'land mind' ~ Inevitable defeat, I preach impressive lessons to felled immortals~ Dispelled the portals of time, my reach impeached your speech to foul abhorrable torrids lines~~ Thor’s verse: Muh…plethora? Huh…kid why did you agree… Ayo… It’s obvious your flow aint phat so plethora, you must be mineral water/ Only way you could be associated with number 1 is being the presidents daughter/ Take your pills, still couldn’t be ill after having an immune disorder/ Being in charge of a tampon board is the only way you could rule a forum/ It’s either that or battle scriptures writing poems, no thoughts of omens/ Whining about battles, but even no bodys destroy you with one line/ I set the clock an hour after noon…you see who one this time/ Plethora would think senses are good, but we all know before this even began, I ripped you in two/ Right threw ur tissues, like a gay magazine…you got homosexual issues/ You couldnt think of a decent punch even if Ali tutored your crew/ Listen "dawg" you got no balls at all like vet neutored you, tis true!/ You started spitting in fall on Labor Day, so you could say, your a well seasoned veteran/ You used to be semi ill but what happened, you must of accidently took Claritin/ Like a unfinished bad boxing article plethoras lacking hard hitting closure/ Get the picture your like a profesional photographer your yet to receive exposure/ Spit with no precision your in a bad position like you got an unusual posture/ Wet with tears, plethora you must be a laundromat engineer/ Want to know whats washed up?...your netcee career!/ Nuttin much, although it should be enough… roar!!!! Bwahaha… feeble pencil flicks! Hit me up, im out!