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He will fumble the ball when i apply to much force
His happiness will plunder like hisnheading for divorce
Whenever dilemmas start to arise he starts the bitching
Mom like son i bet his itching smoking that meth he sees no vision
Cries with tear filled eyes while coughing
But its not influenza time to close coffins
you'll fumble your words and choke to death on the smoke when i blaze the sesh
see, i dont even have to aim for his neck
i aint impressed you're verse is lame at best,
you graverobbed that dusty ass verse, you thought I'd come n pay respect?
meanwhile when i drop a verse, i leave your page refreshed
you leave your cage in a mess
dog is trying to make his way to a vet..
when he collapse on the floor, you hear is the sway of a net
cryin with his hands burned, stained and dressed
for tryin to caress my suede vest and whisper your poems soft
I comfort his mommy
the k9s come for his no-body, and the mystery throw them off
Hows the bitterness taste hows the loneliness feel
Crushing jealousy stabbing with depressed steel?
Drunken prisoners bars make a rattle
He swingz with a sword thats not sharp enough for battle
Im flooding streets flowing this debris
Catastrophic tidal wave comes out like 3d
But this shoot out is real its no simulations
Computer with graphics like matrix agents
Amusing gossiping liez he speaks
Like trivial rumours he just follows the sheepz
Piled rubbish his a cleaner littering
Scattered crap he spits like dumb spastics when dribbling
how sweet is the sugar, how salty's the salt?
i'm gettin stabbed for stoppin assault,
ya wife ran from the scene, cuz you kissin the street like its ya own asphalt
you tryina circle a demon like you practice occult
i find what this urkel is readin 'n make the class get involved
we pass it along because I'm after results,
we're reading your psychology passage its long, shit we may even have to cancel the prom
cuz this fucker amped for the song but cant dance to the waltz
why your pants looking like you packed a catapult in the back and it launched?
i admit you're nice fam, but you messed with a mimic
you aint testin me man, you testin your limits
but difference between you and me? i only rest when i'm finished
Once a while tightly clutches his cheek
When i throw right hooks and kick with my feet
His love deprived and cant enjoy sexual nights
Contemplating malice thoughts like rape with a giant knife
Its hideous how sick his brain is
Shock voltages make sure he cant LIVE
Paying cash money, to hit men services
Any amount if he never resurfaces.
Blow up places he lives, stays, visits and streets
With grenades that go boom then bang really loud when he sleeps
Overwhelming anxiety he needs help breathing
Plagued by guilt theres no bless you when he starts sneezing
you left handed stooge
when you were feeling my raps you discovered your skull had sledgehammer grooves
i'll be honest i can't stand to lose---this I'll impart with you.
since honesty's something you need obviously, with all those 90 degree darts you threw
see, when it comes to accuracy, if its this retard, i disregard
i didnt expect bulls-eyes, but is it hard
to have the dartboard an inch apart from your extended arms and still miss the marks??
when i kiss its sparks, so when i spit it lit the dark
we playin go fish? i can beat you with my business card,
forget the sharks, you're picked apart and ripped apart,
i aint even got the shit to start, so sniff a fart and pretend like i just forgot.
when it comes to hearin some 1 diss the god, the shit you drop could never hit the spot
i'd be more satisfied with christian-rock
i lift one foot and the camera guys pan the skies, you ride in on an infants ox
one look at my camel's size will get his battle cry to insta-stop
Both of yall have never won a battle, yall suck
2 mental midgets in the octagon, da fuck,
They claim to be the best, fuckin weirdos
How im supposed to be impressed, if ya record's zero
you're in no place to be standin high,
you got smoked the last time you plastered rhymes,
and now you came back from the dead, your ass revived just to get the casket signed
mental midgets? maybe since i dwarf your mind, your skill's not even half of mine
your whole strategy's asinine
i tried to make sense on why you play defense
its 'cause you never learned to advance your lines
@ foul
the bullshit everyone can smell
is his breath and odor his unwell
substance abuse makes him dwell
deep down into the darkest shell
no respect his a joke we don’t admire broke
and no talent rappers with a mic he would choke
how many disses does it take, mister owl?
petes sake, you couldnt turn your back on me and my viscious scowl
you turned your head so quick to try to shift to Foul
that ya body didnt catch the switch, n now you broke neck the way you'd twist a towel
im lookin at your verse, thinkin "how can i spin this fast?"
then i notice your ghostwriter skipped his english class
your verse is not damagin me
you broke your grammar tryna slam at your keys
hard head cracking like an egg does
nice legs that spread, his wife she begged us!
he substitues hard work for laziness
i compete yeah im the best in his radius
his wifey likes slow stripping in her torn jeans
to the essential hits when im recording on four screens
how does he function with suicidal thoughts? that are dangerous
the devil on his shoulder is'nt the one causing major stress
cats around here avoid you like plague rats,
you're drawing lines and they stay back cuz your raps are just plain wack
when I say you're drawing lines I mean the maze on your place-mat
you're waiting to get served by me let's face facts
you stay sat on your escape hatch in a cage match
you're at that age where you're still wearing your fake tats
wife bars?? you couldn't get pussy to wave back scaring a stray cat
let's sit you in the corner, go and think on your played rap
talkin bout wives, you're not grown enough to say that
and if you are, i'm sure you're married and sharing her tampax
i take back what i said a page back,
you're not nice you're just decent, apprentice, not to mention:
i "substitute hard work for laziness", pay attention to your own sentence!
he's edited twice, look at his first line that's where he started striking out
i'm hard headed, so you can try to psyche me out
but before your lines hit, you'll have nothing left to write about
you've heard of punch lines? I highly doubt...
duck when i swing im hitting hard
im an ace his not a king card
shut your lips when professors speak
respected by none,his a lesser peak
progressing towards certificates
failing scores gets him deeper debts
RADIO BROADCASTING BREAKING NEWS STORIES ONLINE
ITS A SHOCKING VIDEO OF ONCE A WHILE WITH A CHOPPED SPINE
MY FIREARM IS A WOLF HIS A HUNTED FERAL BOAR
LIKE CARNIVOROUS DOGS THESE GUNS ATTACK WITH A DREADFUL ROAR
HE FADES TO DARKNESS WHEN PRESSURE RISES LIKE THE SMOKE
THEN HE REAPPEARS WHEN ITS CLEAR HIS SUCH A WEAK BLOKE
PATHETIC HE HAS TOO MUCH EMOTION FEELINGS
HIS TENDER HEART IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE THROUGH THE CEILINGS
farewell enjoy retirement
leave right now its about to get violent
it's about to get dead silent after i step inside and start freestylin
turn his hot blood into cold blood, no reptilin
just feds filin', specs flyin, heads dialin', you're on the floor left smilin
maybe you're unsure if everyone else will pick a piece of you too
beatin you would be easy to do
the hard part is making you choke while keeping you reasonable
let me take you to school
you're no professor, you're not tall enough to even reach for the stool
i'm the teacher, be seated you fool, learn to only speak what is true
you got bonked in every diss, all of your responses missed
isn't it obvious? this could put me on the Most Wanted list
i should try outrapping you while asleep, why waste a second of consciousness?
you're not decided if my constant hits contradict or prove that God exists
you're not equipped with common sense
your whole body has gotten tense and lost all attempts at calm intent
how many moves left? the opponent's going immobile, its cold war
this is chess, i'm no king, I'm controlling the whole board
i think he exposed his full form when he started groping the bullhorn
Tournament winning i rebound of hoops then i slam dunk
I steal all his shows fast when i rap funk
Finish my set then i sign him autographs
This ROOKie needs to study and pay attention in the class
Crumbling his castle i burn his palace
Then i imprison him in chains like his names alice
I predict heaven will close its gates when he dies
He will crash into hell like a meteor from the skies
Funeral music will play while we party and drink
Celebrating, his life has died out, may he forever stink
His full of lies, unworthy of a response
Curls up and cries, peace is what he wants
I infiltrate deep in his super structures
Detonating bombs leaving his bones with fractures
And his respiratory system will fail
He will fall in a coma turning pale
I expose him to muscle seizures and fatigue
The pain he thought existed only on the tv