View Full Version : Who Wants To Have A Last Drink?
11-10-2005, 06:27 PM
With ur intestines as rope wrapped around ur neck structure,
Dusted bone fractures, blown into darkness by cannabalistic Demonic laughter.
Summoned into the twisted world of the Mad-hatter,
skin unwrap u,then throw u in a barbwired cage filled with
rabies infected carnivores.
Witness the tangled flesh, blessed by a finesse
touch of ripped up organs turned to mesh.
Shadow swift, with detrimental hits, like a thai-boxer with concrete feet,
holding two bricks. Bash snakes faces in till they use their mouth to shit.
This is Samurai Reincarnation, sell outs will feel the redemption and damnation,
of my Jubei Yagyu sword gliding through the air decapitating.
11-11-2005, 11:48 AM
Just like Chow-yun-Fat uses his guns in a better Tomorrow, i use my lyrical sorrows to create rainstorms of Razor sharp Bow-An-Arrows.
11-12-2005, 03:04 PM
Decapitated Eyes Open Asleep Arrows Melt
Reached Your Meditation Samurai Peak
Reincarnation Seppuku Bowels Spell Reflection
Dum IQ equalscaughtfingertips
Glide, Inspecting Blade,
Repelling Reflection, Fingers
Life Giving Swords, Jubei Yagyu !Caught!
Gaze With The Collection
Another Added, First N Last
Gargoyles Spits Out Fireless !Wormwood!
!Worthless! To Breath, Not Worthy Symbolically
Cleaved Missing Finesse A Disgrace In Your
Own Nest, I took The Heart From Your Chest
Still Breathing None The Less, Demons Flee
From My Glance, Across The Sky You Dance
Dropping The Sword Caught
That Stance Was Poor Dishonor Upon
Self, Imitated Meekly
Leave The Sword On Your way Out
Tomorrow Lightening Swing
Touch A Nerve
Now wake UP
You know What Iím Singing
Wake UP Drunkstrikes Fantasy
Meditation Bout, Wind Forest Sway
Drawn Foreheads Prey
Symbolically Dawn Today AtoZ
Lifeless Empty Head Filled Vice
Who Drunk Wormwood The
Biter Foundations Mix Light
N ECI Shifting Sands
In The Desert Man
Witness Self Elimination
Unheard Powder Decapitation
Tree Falling Vibration
Pray UPainless Roots
Your Body Slips
Lucid Inter Forest Floors
Create The Awaking Thought
No Sounds One Finger Flapping
One Hand Clapping
11-12-2005, 04:12 PM
Self-taught lessons of my mind are unknown,
Like a dead travilling Soul, ur knowledge of my presence doesnt exist,
but whats to come of ur tortured destiny is written in my scrolls,touching my fingers tips.
Captivating ur existence to my Hell fury Dojo.
My MeltedArrows enter ur body to flush the blood-flow out ur corpse,
like a napalm bomb excites an active volcano.
U sit like a dried puddle in ur own hole, the only reflection u caught was my stance,
As the Demons surround u and tribal dance,in the distance,U witness that these creatures,
are attached to my rib cage with chains. The Demons feast,and all hope for u is left astray,
u try to pray, but I've Completed ur Destiny and any thought of ur existence fades away.
11-13-2005, 10:15 PM
no rules no guidelines
dude writting in black roman times
fuck this ...........no votes here
11-14-2005, 01:34 AM
Its a Battle. There shouldnt be no guidelines, Keep it raw and uncut.Instead of the format y dont u rate the content?
11-15-2005, 01:07 AM
11-15-2005, 07:20 AM
i gotta vote it as a tie, both of u are on some out of this world type shit, nothing rhymes yet everything rhymes, its crazy like that, jsut when u are wondering where does this line connect, boom it all comes together and smacks u in the face, i vote u 2 write a song together, peace
11-16-2005, 12:57 AM
Ancient scriptures of Voo-Doo carved into ur face, continuous skull likage,
blood loss created hallucinations,causes all Blood-cell's in ur body to start screaming,
Gargoyles dont spit fire, they spit pregnant leeches, one touch to ur body and it infects,
ur whole family tree's roots and seeds, as quick as it digests what stands above ur feet,
U would have a better chance to outlast Sand-Man on a desert land, then u would to grab a heart that doesnt exist, knowing that i convert ur hands into ur own Nemesis and my sword extends connected from the bone in my wrist.
I never left my sword behind at the end of the bout,it was dashed through ur mouth,unabling u to turn ur head at the moving environment as i carried u out.
11-16-2005, 04:19 PM
DrunkenStrikes,you killed it.
IequalMC-Your stuff was good at the beginning...but now it is becoming more like a poem than freestyling rap. Good try though.
11-16-2005, 05:08 PM
WHATS THE HECK WUZ THAT HOMIE!!!....Suicide shit sumthin serious!
DRUNKEN IZ THA WINNER!!!
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