Corky Vs. JTS (With minimal intrusions from Drunken Monk)

[J.T.S.]

anyone up for a challenge 18 bar 2 round battle !

[J.T.S.]

Upping!

[mikhail213]

im in

[J.T.S.]

throw your trash out bagged in the green glad bag
ripped apart by hungry racoons shredded your notepad
stop playin' or i'm skunk sparying this chump cunt laying
his style primitive beware cocoa i have shots to give
receive the spinal cord snap mummy wrapped wig
your in-active lyrics distored in audio like u was on an acid trip
dangerous for you mouse the cats don't play they kill
but you have cerebal palsy so i'll slap em then chill
hand me the dollars so i can pay these over-due bills
And skeet in your wisdom in her mouth savage how the seeds spill
you kissing that whore while i just walked calmly through the backdoor
light your fire it's a rap war you gettin' money still i stack more
6 more bars to go and then your face on the floor
flee from the bricks caught you with floating spits hitting like hollow-tips
you pointed out the kid know you roasted hoarhead pig
thrown up instead of digested dead to never be resserected
or respected presented with a smash slapped up for pockets of math
pretend and i'll slash the pupil in the left-eye and for your left-over cash

[mikhail213]

i drop mines 2morrow

good shit!!

[corky831]

yo snakes in the grass, i can hear them straight hissing,
homie aint got balls, you sit when you pissing,
you swinging and missing when I deliver my pitch,
hindering my sales will leave you laying in a ditch,
you's a bitch ass hoe, and the reason I know, cuz
in between ya legs is some fat ass camel toe, and
Im sick like the bubonic, so knuckle up like sonic,
tetonic plates will shift the world when im blowing my chronic,
practically tactical, my faculty is an obstacle,
heat from my hollow leaves you melting like a popsicle,
hospital induced, quite possible i produce,
squeeze ya up tightly that I get all the juice,
then I drink ya up nicely with some eggs and some toast,
if ya blink at the crime scene im finna be ghost!
Most of yall keep hating on the one that excites,
so I slice and dice like white lice in ya hair,
my bullets are quite precise as they enter the air,
only one i fear is the devil staring in my face,
so when im missing without a trace, ill be dwelling in satan's place,
which is hell, i never completely fell off my feet,
but ill discretely defeat, any mc that wants to meet me,
Im not a nuisance to ya ears, street influenced by my peers,
rolling down the street straight up bucking shots at queers,
releasing mags from my pistol, sending fags back to frisco,
this time in caskets, provide a skeletal disco!

[J.T.S.]

Originally Posted by corky831

yo snakes in the grass, i can hear them straight hissing,
homie aint got balls, you sit when you pissing,
you swinging and missing when I deliver my pitch,
hindering my sales will leave you laying in a ditch,
you's a bitch ass hoe, and the reason I know, cuz
in between ya legs is some fat ass camel toe, and
Im sick like the bubonic, so knuckle up like sonic,
tetonic plates will shift the world when im blowing my chronic,
practically tactical, my faculty is an obstacle,
heat from my hollow leaves you melting like a popsicle,
hospital induced, quite possible i produce,
squeeze ya up tightly that I get all the juice,
then I drink ya up nicely with some eggs and some toast,
if ya blink at the crime scene im finna be ghost!
Most of yall keep hating on the one that excites,
so I slice and dice like white lice in ya hair,
my bullets are quite precise as they enter the air,
only one i fear is the devil staring in my face,
so when im missing without a trace, ill be dwelling in satan's place,
which is hell, i never completely fell off my feet,
but ill discretely defeat, any mc that wants to meet me,
Im not a nuisance to ya ears, street influenced by my peers,
rolling down the street straight up bucking shots at queers,
releasing mags from my pistol, sending fags back to frisco,
this time in caskets, provide a skeletal disco!

you nice goon but you facing Doc doom it' s about to get more bloodier than a operating room
minus the jewels you's a mummy in a tomb
beat you bloody with a broom at the wedding i wet you and your groom
So soon the hours passed you got devoured fast
Another coward in a cast here's flowers for your ass
can't smell em with a broke nose fuck you and your broke hoes
you got some balls to lick i ain't suprised your always on the next man's dick
i'll bring it to this slave with a whip, luegar, or ice-pick
but i'm not wasting one slug from the clip
So keep spitting flem and not rhymes
cause this is deadlier than a mouth-shot with a glock-nine
and your Kurt Cobaine so you get no love Courtney
in the heat of the night you die early trying to extort me

[corky831]

Originally Posted by J.T.S.

you nice goon but you facing Doc doom it' s about to get more bloodier than a operating room
minus the jewels you's a mummy in a tomb
beat you bloody with a broom at the wedding i wet you and your groom
So soon the hours passed you got devoured fast
Another coward in a cast here's flowers for your ass
can't smell em with a broke nose fuck you and your broke hoes
you got some balls to lick i ain't suprised your always on the next man's dick
i'll bring it to this slave with a whip, luegar, or ice-pick
but i'm not wasting one slug from the clip
So keep spitting flem and not rhymes
cause this is deadlier than a mouth-shot with a glock-nine
and your Kurt Cobaine so you get no love Courtney
in the heat of the night you die early trying to extort me

I like to take chances, ill dance with the devil,
creating problematic schemes that you can't unsettle,
my level, is that of no other my little brother,
so if you wanna face the bull, you become erasable,
tasteful, is this track that i eat when my words meet the beat,
I backspace opponents, highlight and delete,
retreat, all those who try and test me, you can't get the best of me,
jazzy like dizzy gillespe, freshly is the only way i present myself,
everything i got is top shelf, from clothes to liquor,
who wants to go quicker, you or ur man,
cuz you both going out after shit hits the fan, damn,
imma have you homies frying like eggs in a pan, and,
my whole crew is ghetto, quick to blast the metal at fast speeds,
foot heavy on the pedal, I stash weeds, hidden in the pit kennel,
my hands are too dirty to clean, so my whole team stays grimey,
imma free agent, betta sign me, ill dismantle ur crew and end the stymie,
cuz im an MVP on the microphone, and ill shatter ya bones if ya don't lower that tone, ill beat ya wit the chrome when ur all alone, and leave ur body lifeless with a mouthful of foam! Needless to say I deliver that yay, sniff a small sample right off of my tray, I hate when homies act like they casius clay, so ill drop their fucking bodies off down by the bay!
But fuck it, i love my life, live it to the fullest, my mouth is a gun, and my words are my bullets!
Ain't nobody stopping me when Im ripping these trax, the impact is like a tree getting smacked with an axe! and I chuck up dueces have ya hanging from nooses, watch ya swing from the tree, im nice as papoose is,
or betta, ill beat ya with a bat until i see that green chedda, and not old cheese please, but that paper thrown at a strip tease, free G's floating like Bees when the wind breeze, freeze!.............................
triple syllables with minimal vernacular attackin ya like count dracula,
brian urlacher lyrics thatll tackle ya, break a finger or 2, ill stymie ya crew, hands around ur neck till ur face turn blue, Ill suffocate ya to death, take ya last breath, strip ya ass naked til there aint nothing left! and if you cant chop it up with this, ill pop u in ur esophogus, and watch u choke out, grab ur wallet now you broke out, inject u with myself, now u doped out!
cuz i maintain the flame then numb u with novacaine, so u cant fuckin do shit when Im boning ur dame!

[J.T.S.]

Originally Posted by corky831

I like to take chances, ill dance with the devil,
creating problematic schemes that you can't unsettle,
my level, is that of no other my little brother,
so if you wanna face the bull, you become erasable,
tasteful, is this track that i eat when my words meet the beat,
I backspace opponents, highlight and delete,
retreat, all those who try and test me, you can't get the best of me,
jazzy like dizzy gillespe, freshly is the only way i present myself,
everything i got is top shelf, from clothes to liquor,
who wants to go quicker, you or ur man,
cuz you both going out after shit hits the fan, damn,
imma have you homies frying like eggs in a pan, and,
my whole crew is ghetto, quick to blast the metal at fast speeds,
foot heavy on the pedal, I stash weeds, hidden in the pit kennel,
my hands are too dirty to clean, so my whole team stays grimey,
imma free agent, betta sign me, ill dismantle ur crew and end the stymie,
cuz im an MVP on the microphone, and ill shatter ya bones if ya don't lower that tone, ill beat ya wit the chrome when ur all alone, and leave ur body lifeless with a mouthful of foam! Needless to say I deliver that yay, sniff a small sample right off of my tray, I hate when homies act like they casius clay, so ill drop their fucking bodies off down by the bay!
But fuck it, i love my life, live it to the fullest, my mouth is a gun, and my words are my bullets!
Ain't nobody stopping me when Im ripping these trax, the impact is like a tree getting smacked with an axe! and I chuck up dueces have ya hanging from nooses, watch ya swing from the tree, im nice as papoose is,
or betta, ill beat ya with a bat until i see that green chedda, and not old cheese please, but that paper thrown at a strip tease, free G's floating like Bees when the wind breeze, freeze!.............................
triple syllables with minimal vernacular attackin ya like count dracula,
brian urlacher lyrics thatll tackle ya, break a finger or 2, ill stymie ya crew, hands around ur neck till ur face turn blue, Ill suffocate ya to death, take ya last breath, strip ya ass naked til there aint nothing left! and if you cant chop it up with this, ill pop u in ur esophogus, and watch u choke out, grab ur wallet now you broke out, inject u with myself, now u doped out!
cuz i maintain the flame then numb u with novacaine, so u cant fuckin do shit when Im boning ur dame!

Chosen one's die the truth overcomes your lies
beat you with a spatula my mami chula put the luegar to ya eyes
You get shaken from the fry your fate is finalized
the phantom bust all over your vaginal rhymes
I spit harder you oughta welcome me back like Carter
slam on ya like Vince your disses are disorders
untangible slaughter your the one to flee the border
tactics cut em down in the first quarter
face the rage as your turned to sage on the stage
your unlike Papoose another ghetto soldier caught in the noose
a slave in the field dying to be the master of the booth
i move crowds like Mexicans move weight
see i unmasked your true idendity like ghost-face
another smoked snake forked tongue cut out at your wake
so awake your wacker than a soulja boy mixtape
your heart worships the style but your lips hate
staple your face then glue the mic to your dome
head flown from shoulders once i bust off the chrome
fragments of your brain are wiped off my phone
got stoned while your getting stoned
have my pit gnaw on your bones
so keep your yay another bandit smoked in the rhyme relay
kids like you get smashed thinking we play
it felt bad killing you son i was cool with your sensi
I can't believe your going out like Kuta Kinte

[mikhail213]

i remember ur mother is a bitch
fucking wit the niggaz and the drugdealerz on tha streetz/
let me bring u any good purpose
if u aint shit listening to papoose/
what u should do is commit suicide
intrepid, malignant thats my desire/
i will decipher u with my sp roland
and you will keep safe while try to learn from vaughans/
its not my hysteria or my revenge
its middle spanish named by the beast/
i do what the poor people does..
to be honest in this world is like to try to add mo bass/

[J.T.S.]

Originally Posted by mikhail213

i remember ur mother is a bitch
fucking wit the niggaz and the drugdealerz on tha streetz/
let me bring u any good purpose
if u aint shit listening to papoose/
what u should do is commit suicide
intrepid, malignant thats my desire/
i will decipher u with my sp roland
and you will keep safe while try to learn from vaughans/
its not my hysteria or my revenge
its middle spanish named by the beast/
i do what the poor people does..
to be honest in this world is like to try to add mo bass/

Verbal murder catastraphe your trash to me
Quit rapping i hear you have more half-breeds to breed
that verse was a good laugh to me poppa you the last to lead
heard your a weed-head known to touch seeds like catholic priests
i told you 18 bars.. he's like do i have to read?
your six short so i'll end this battle easily
make you a casultie so casually
beat you half to death so your half deceased
Bout to teach you about spitting so have a seat
and take notes chances of survival are slim like immigrants headed to the states on old boats
See i'll deport your lyrics as you report hysterics
you style is pussy so be easy before i tear it

[J.T.S.]

killer verse by the way Corky!!

[corky831]

oo thx JTS......i try to mess around with the lyrics sometimes.....always fun when theres notin better to do.....i might throw up an mp3 of the lyrics possibly

[corky831]

ur shit was hot , ill drop another short one

[corky831]

nice ass shit