o shit iight
o shit iight
Big Pimpin Power Ranger Slappin Hoes Since 1986
no doubt, just waiting on homie to drop his second and I don't know if he wants to go a 3rd but we'll see, respect to all who voted thusfar, stay in tune 1
just got the word from Braindead that he'll be submitting his second round by Friday, just to update anybody wondering what's poppin' in this section......
sorry virgin media has been fucking me around, got it sorted tho can reply asap.
When thoughts emerge, I forge a verse/
Spit flames and scorch the earth/
torch the herds of brains who rhyme the shortest words/
orchestras play the beat as my sword inserts/
into a trench town terrorist who couldn't pose a bombthreat or contest/
to a complex lyricist who stays on the offence with his content/
you couldn't end the show so the season stays open/
I stay on the hunt your blade remains broken, my double barreled rhymes stay smoking/
so stay off the premises, of a patriotic owner known to slay terrorists/
so run rabbit/ coz to me stomping suckers is way past a fun habit/
you bars below average, I'm wicked never rest, you stay napping/
fatal attack, the finish blow your lacking/
as I said I stay like the kraken, ink sprays in your face leave your eyes blackened/
razor sharp cuts, blood pumps out ya stump, for thinking you could come rapping/
with weak misguided metaphors/
you intruded through deaths chamber door, Bambino TTT, Nevermore!
I'll diminish this herb's fate wit this sinistered wordplay/
incontinous cursed plagues/ git a hideous burnt face if you gittin' in first place/...
I'll spit on your birth place/
jism on your pigeon, and shit in her bird cage/
you can git it the worst way, so consider your fatal error/
a critical reign of terror from the lyrical Che Guevera/
in this digital day and era, I'm right in your pocket book/
you the kraken 'cause you a legendary giant octopuss/
wit your phony fraudulent fables, you flakey and fictitious/
...you fouler than a fag fornicating wit six midgets/
I split bitches in half, gashes and clit stitches/
straight syllables wit swine flu symptoms, I spit sickness/
stick scissors in ya, insertable in-scription/
a Triple T logo branded through surgical in-cision/
deservable in-fliction, kid you fuckin' wit pain/
step and git comatosed....so you can live up to your name! BRAINDEAD!!!
damn this is a great battle
ima give the edge to bambino tho
soz mumm ra going in for a 3rd round, this is a good battle man. Peace to Bambino. Worldplays amazing, get my next verse up by monday.
aight whenever you ready lemme know 1
waiting on BD for his next drop!
Round 1 - Bambino
Round 2 - mmmm...close but ima go with Braindead (just b/c he came harder then his 1st attack)
"Fuck fame... I'll shoot a hole in a 50 cent piece to test my aim." - Masta Killah (One Blood)
"Kiss the pyramid...experiment wit high explosives. I slap box wit Jesus....lick shots at Joseph." - GFK (Daytona 500)