The official kill the guy above you thread

[Ballad Ballistik]

blow torch and the disorder
blaze your game like a new world order
sorta pathetic when i leave you with a
channel fox 5 reporta
played back like snuff on some cam corder
unseen and x rated
like a anerexic bitch fucking the short order cook
your love my words like librarians with books
your love my hook like gordon with fish
and this aint a diss
but i piss on these athletes feet sister
it will remind you of r kelly and corn blisters
want to rock a mic in the source
ill divorce you like a bitch on horse
i bring the grit and your not coarse
coherse a style that brings the herse
first and fore most im the killa ghost
i drop bars like tetris and ill lay up on your mattress
hair dressers gettin cut like i am the barber
run though your game like tiki
mid field now speak at me
n/w a fresh pair of shoes in the hood

[Aqueous Moon]

tootin' yo own horn brings down the wrath of scorn
shut the fuck up and proceed to get reborn
I shove ya back in ya hole leave ya mamma torn
videotape that shit llike some demented porn
you spit so dumb flowing like yo lips is numb
make the shit rhyme I even let you take yo time
you flow so elementary I call it a kindergaten sign
I stick knifes and blades in my horn you see what gets blown
my flow blow yo head off like old boy's saxophone

next weapon - kitchen sink

[Ballad Ballistik]

blah blah im sorry i was tipsy

n/w a plane dropped out of teterboro airport

[Aqueous Moon]

i'll bomb the airport and hijack ya plane
terrorism tactics be my second name
tha first be the worst call me viscous verse
creamate ya let yo momma carry you in her purse
keep the timer set my words drop jumbo jets
call my style dynamite i'll even explode pets
feed yo dog a grenede biscuit see how fat he gets
tha whole hood in fear i wont even drop a tear
as I blast on yo street like Osama and dissapear

next weapon - fire cracker

[Ballad Ballistik]

fire cracker like im dolemite
i just might fuck your game up tonight
i dont wear no cotton drawls
i wear the silkys and keep it tight
like they shooting on the bullet bites
try to play me like ea sports and its your mic

n/w your 22 dubs

[tay]

here's the scandle, stood in the dark like a vandle, defacing is my art so i'll hit you up with the roman candle, can you feel the fire? cracker? can you feel it burn, judging from your flow i gues you still rocking the 80's purm, court ajurned, listen up wen will you learn, coming close to the end of term, i guess its terminal, stick this fire work up through your anal and let it burst through your navel, think your gona win, well it cant be done, i let you have your fun word playin on a basic pun. you betta run, the cathrin wheel has spun and its headin your way, and when you show the scars remind them it was tay.

next weapon - an electrik guitar

[Aqueous Moon]

ya last post was a fumble
ya babble mumble jumble
blah blah I can't understand
a flow is supposssed to follow a plan
like rhyme scheme give that a chance
you spit like ya just walked outta the bar
ya flow real drunk wit no format so far
I'll give ya a beat like an electric guitar
bash it over ya head so ya brains fall apart

next weapon - scapel

[Da Press]

Yo, I see lippy's back at it - what's happenin', Princess?/
Still fuckin' around with this rhymin' business?/
Let the surgeon sneak in a line or two/
With scalpel cut sharp lines all over you/
Deadly precision makes perfect incisons/
Verbal operation leaves ya full o' derision/
I practice fly diction like cocaine addiction/
Yo rhymes fall down like building dereliction/
I'll cut out ya tongue end this once and for all/
Leave ya scarred up and unable to tell all/


Next, choke me to death with measuring tape

[Ballad Ballistik]

its a scalpel its cool i botched that type o to
but now you wanna get cut with a real tool
its uncool to leave heads drowned in there blood pool
but when i cut its not surgical its to watch bowels spew
disect your stomach just to get your shit fool
ill swell up your lips worse then some sea food
scapel folding dropped on you and your crew
just a few ways to teach some of the new heads the old school

n/w the love park fixture

[Ballad Ballistik]

measuring tape ruling out your faith
measurements made to outline your case
ballistiks brings evidence like the heavens man
while i jump out of blacked out caravans
beating your knees in like im the karigan
vegetables i can only stare at them
im the ill i can only spit at dem
n/w a broke damaja

[damaja]

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Many things can rhyme, with the word yo.
Take go, and ho and joe
maybe even no, and how about slow.
cos that's what you are, you are like a hippopotamus
with no legs, and a really fat head-us
so shut up you damn fool, and fuck off
cos I am the best and you are not-uf.
fucking fuck, I'll fuck you in the ears
like a mechanical penis, tearing up gears.
haha, I win, you did not,
you are cold, and I am hot.
Like a popsical you are, and I am tabasco,
in a little bottle, a nice red sauce, yo.
if you put me on food, especially chicken
I would make that shit taste good, finger lickin.


THE WINNER

[Ballad Ballistik]

lets battle right now...
leaving no weapon
think your hot with that tabasco talk

[damaja]

I can't read.

[Ballad Ballistik]

your word is the prove
now tell the truth
cause you popped with no weapon or cooth
let a moon battle your cooch now dig a hooch

[Da Press]

Need a weapon...