R2: I'm Deon vs Mental Stamina

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posted on 01-04-2005

I'm Deon

YOUR TOPIC IS:
A criminal…describe a crime you’ve committed, no murders though


Im going to diss you while doing this, enjoy.



I was trying to support my habit, so I took a victim, indeed.
Made the call and said I had MS...but his folks thought i meant the disease.
With those words piercing my ear, I began to get angry with rage.
So I stood back, laughed and kicked Mental straight in the face.
I guess they caught my drift, soon I heard his mother scream.
And Mental began to cry, sadly sighing" I wish this was all a dream."
Reality set in, I wasnt playing any games for laughter.
Because If they didnt pay, I'd begin to pick apart this bastard.
A stern voice came to the phone; The voice of reasoning maybe?
But that man began to sob himself, saying: "Please dont hurt my baby".
Tried to negotiate them into buying him back, but when that started.
The cheap fucks offer was so weak,
I decided to sell him on the black market.
Smacked him over the head and wrapped up his scarred body.
Put him inside a box, and pushed him to my car with a dolly.
With him locked in the trunk,
went back inside to watch the news and saw the story.
Peeped his ghostly folks on the tube,
and knew that if he died in the trunk itd be gorey.
Ran outside opened the vehicle to find him passed out.
Figured the best way to revive somebody, was by minsterin mouth to mouth.
But I aint no homo, so I got gully with the problem at hand.
Cuz I'm Deon, and my lips aint meant to be touching a man.
So I thought to myself," If he dies, Id go to jail for murder, Fuck".
Saw my neighbor walking by, basically a window of luck.
Pulled JayCee over, he was nervous, sassy and pacin.
Sort of pissed,
because for the second tourny straight, he was booted out by Equation.
His sexuality in question I asked him a favor, carefully.
Told him the story and the dilema, and oddly enough he was there for me.
He crouched down, with his mouth fixed as if taking a sip.
And OMFG I saw him make contact with Mentals Lips.
Surprisingly, the kid didnt die at all.
So to avoid attempted murder charges,
I ended this kidnappin by droppin him off at the mall.

A few longer lines, but should be easy to follow.

G'luck.


vs.

Mental Stamina

built my fantasies on a dollar and a dream
followed by reality, ran from a holler to a scream
bottled up teen, shaken, ready to blow
i'm reckless like the rabbit, turtle steady's too slow
hurdled every hoe who's ever looked in my direction
them bitches kept my phone book full of erections
took my complexion and created a girl's every fantasy
they wanna suck the juices empty out my little man for me
damn it's too easy, bitches tossed pussy at me since puberty
i needed a challenge, something newer than another skirt to see
suddenly, my eyes caught a glimpse of an ugly criminal
across the room in a dirty wife beater flirting in the subliminal
it's pitiful, even wit a dick this bitch wants me
trying to hide behind a battle rhyme and a fictional masculinity
plenty of time, my minute hand waits patiently
caught him in an alley, walking alone to catch a taxi
imma do this raw even though i didn't properly ointment my fungus
i planned to stab my flag and claim land like columbus
there's a thief among us, slipped my hand 'round his neck line
his manhood was mine, snatched his dignity from behind
cum, rewind, came again on his chin
imma 2 minute man but from the look on his face he was glad i didn't last ten
left him gaspin, too bad for him he knew the hatred
that would possess a man to freely commit prison rape unlubricated
previewed the matrix, i moved like neo as i took cards
left him bloody, violated, and still trying to look hard

i'm deon advances