View Full Version : can I get a battle?
07-25-2005, 07:27 PM
if anyone wants a quick battle just set it up
it's me vs obey
07-25-2005, 07:47 PM
uh, just use what you usually use
07-25-2005, 07:49 PM
07-25-2005, 08:08 PM
u turn ima make u make a u turn so i can finish the circle and leave you burned
dawg i'm unconcerned i sit wit niggas @ the round table, you're just
a clowned fable i aint king Arthur but my lancelot swords left you under
the sheet wit ya toe labeled from the slow cut right through yo navel
your death is not a mystery but the second you got murdered the shit was already
history like the battle was told before it's time and you really writing lyrics
that should be make a true crime (be like arrest this nigga because he Sucks)
you fucked wit the pirate now your lyrics turned to blue lines i somehow feel like
this is a thank you rhyme cause you added to my murders and now it's brew time..
^ fuck'n dumbass. I already called this battle.
07-25-2005, 08:10 PM
blue lines means like when a person dies he turns blue so his verse got killed and it's now blue - just making this clear incase you aint know what the fuck i was talkin' about
07-25-2005, 08:11 PM
well girlfriend you took to long, an i was guess i was in the middle of something before i actually started writing,,,, so my fault
Whatever, I'm waiting for U-TURN to reply. Not your stupid ass.
07-25-2005, 08:15 PM
go jump off a cliff you whiny girl
07-25-2005, 08:19 PM
my bad, didn't know we were battling here, aight hold on a sec.
07-25-2005, 08:21 PM
yo u turn just respond in a new thread to what i wrote, cause this dudes crying like a little bitch.....i'll set it up and just get to it when you can.
go jump off a cliff you whiny girllol with those shit lyrics you spit you should take your own advice.
yeah go spit that stupid shit somewhere else shadow pussy. peace
07-25-2005, 08:29 PM
I Ob3y nothing by you, I turn around and whip your ass
You ain't got nothing on me, you just spit like an ass now//
trying to shoot out ryhmes, you ain't even a soundbooth
your lucky this shits soundproof//
Not saying I'm god, but compared to you theres no need to be fake
Compared to you theres no need for a write just to slay//
I write better punches with my backpalm
Then slap em upside the mug leaving marks//
Prodigy? whats up wit your sig
Only thing you slicin is your voice when you spit//
Only thing you own is your paperbag lunches
While I got the city key along wit punches//
I say a two step, so you go to a square dance
wit a couple funny niggaz gettin your ass's kicked//
I'd say you fresh to def, but at homes your rubber ducky
And to get at me, your numbers better be lucky//
Dial Cleo, hell your the only one dumb enough
Say you eat like a king, I saw you grabbing for crumbs so you so tough?//
I saw you at a buffet stuffing your fat ass wit your mom
Your girl said she loved you, then wind up with me at the prom//
07-25-2005, 08:31 PM
you can change the rules in your first post if you want, my bad again
Like spinning plates I'll crack your ass like a number one dick rider, suck up more sperm like an infected germ tape worm brother of the red spider. Hang glider was where your style best came off that fake breeze, laughed after you stood up cook'n you salty balls that hang past your dead grandma's knee's. Swore revenge since the date of March 17, 1987, read the weak blow from a shadow pirate hit the 1/6/0/4/9/3/11. Nigga please you LOST and you can't test my style, lyrical genius got you sicka than deadly tea before a venomious trial. Worthwhile was your style but it was haunted like pimped out honda accords, cut you colder than ice cause I always freeze my lyrical swords, add a third hook and got ya bitches titties squeezed like bootleg grammy awards. Fuck a hook cause I burn rubber which isn't my main concern, got out the car droped my pants and took a shit at the ghetto ass u-turn.
07-25-2005, 08:38 PM
if anyone wants to go
just set it up.
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