|04-18-2008, 09:23 PM||#1|
Dusk Vs. Eradicate (WINNER)
lets do two rounds, 16 lines/bars each, ill spit first unless u want to, but its gonna be tomoro, i gotta go to sleep early for Comic Con..
|04-20-2008, 03:56 AM||#3|
ehh i dont feel like waiting anymore.. it's been a minute here..
Dusk you stalled for days and kept pleading-with-fake-gimics
Now he has trouble 'elevating' because he exceeded-the-'wait'-limit (lol) Deleting-ya-frames-finished, I have guns-that-launch-typhoons
He's not getting the spotlight but, Ill have 'Dusk' 'sunned'-like-at-'High-Noon' =O
I'll smash this fight as i rip, gash, and slash-sights
Cause when its time to beat 'dusk' I'll just bring a 'flash-light!'
Watch this dude-get-nervous, bitch take the needles straight through-ya-surface
Im rippin thru 'bar codes' to show I 'owned' this bitch like a 'proof-of-purchase'!
this fool-is-worthless, enough said.. this clown-who-duck-vets
I put my self on 'invisible' mode cause I don't want to be seen AROUND-this-fuck-head
You blast blanks, Pass greats? i leave you funny-like-class-pranks
Comin' wit less than 'E' leaves you broke down, and I aint talkin' money-in-gas-tanks
You got 8000 posts alone, for real that should be botherin'-you (damn)
I've seen MSN buddy icons who stay 'away' from the computer, longer-then-YOU.
Honestly, I didnt think you had the balls to fight.. I didn't know what i was talkin-bout
Because i saw that you had HUGE balls.. the minute you opened your mouth (ohhh)
|04-20-2008, 07:28 PM||#5|
well that was great, now pass the blade and watch the brother lacerate
he's met his match and fate, as i Eradicate this rapper's face
another average case, of wack MC lovin his own shit
but ill make his bones split, and beat his ass with his own splint
The House of Flyin Daggers? i own it, gimme a bag of stones wit
a bone hit, and ill "..Never stop" like Jagger on the Stones' hit
telling a Monster with a machete it isnt scary
will leave you under the rubble like Betty in missionary
ull struggle like Fred killin wilma very discretely
smothering you with a stone pillow with ur buddies buried beneath me
tear your Achilles tendons with CD's, and seal the entrance
to stand you up right and have u fall forward like wheelies endin
i have an infatuation with Eradication, with bad frustration
so if PISS me off, or diss my rhymes, ill misalign your BLADDERS placement
fuckin with the VET Dog, and you better run for the stairs
cuz ill Put yo ass to sleep like uncomfortable chairs
Last edited by oDoUoSoKo; 04-20-2008 at 07:32 PM.
|04-20-2008, 07:36 PM||#6|
i dont mind making another verse but..
a) i dont really see this place getting to many votes anyway..
b) how long is it going to take you to write it??
|04-21-2008, 01:13 PM||#9|
nice...1 of the better battles lately..ima keep my eye on this shit
|04-22-2008, 11:54 AM||#11|
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i'm waitin on seconds...
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...
|04-23-2008, 12:15 AM||#15|
I'm wasting-this-dude cause everything you're spitn'-is-toppable
And you'll need a 'DR' to survive so you should prolly visit-a-hospital (ohhhhh)
be rippin’–ya-opticals, grabbin-ya-neck. stabbin’-his-chest and crack-his-abdomen-next
Then force him aroun’ like ‘sixth sense’ because this bastards-already-dead!
Be bashin’-his-head, But dude to you I hate-to-break-it
Cause being ‘conceived’ through a gangbang doesn’t make you GANG-RELATED (nope)
I aim to take it, and you own-this-place? This-foe-is-fake
Look at your avy.. he doesn’t even want to show-his-face.. (nope)
So know-your-place, where’s the personals? You better get to typin…
Fuck lines I spit ‘fortune cookies’ YOU want to ‘READ’ em before you ‘BITE them’
Your eye’s whipe-them.. I point to dump-clips, and leave your ass NUMB-kid
Dumb shit.. you don’t bite bullets like Bruce Lee, You bite em like his SON-DID (ohhhh)
Get ‘sunned quick’.. Im squeezing-till-u-bleedin, then im stopping-to-shank
And if you breathin-when-you-leavin, it’s with oxygen-tanks
Your not-in-my-ranks.. just lay-and-die-fag, you can’t aim-to-fight-back
So ill be sendin you home packin, Your face-and-‘ICE-BAGS’