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01-26-2013, 04:00 PM
12-10-2001
FroshKiller:
Battle across the pond, word is bond, I murder Dod$
Never tell me the odds, I rip any kids that challenge gods
It's the D-O-D-money, tryin' to be funny like he's got the grammar
Fuck Nottingham, this robbin' hood throws Dod$heriff into the slammer
Locked in gaol, no chance of bail, sodomized right and left
Kinda like this battle, involvin' Dod$ gettin' fucked to death!
POLICE LINE - DO NOT CROSS - Oops, Dod$, you should've stayed out
"Freshness only" was the warning; now like a Dreamcast, you gettin' played out
Frosh flows follow forms and lace the verbs with nouns and adjectives
Preservatives and additives, all-natural style that slaughters faggot-kids
Dod$ come from the Old World, where King Arthur was fightin' dragons
Rappin' with English accent, your spits sound like they laggin'
My crew's like the Round Table, we defy labels and quest for Grails
Battlin' Frosh is a test from Hell, legendary ish of tellin' tales
Your rhymes are like your teeth, son, somebody ought to clean 'em
And finally, fuck the UK, FroshKiller's DIVIDIN' KINGDOMS!
Note: Not all of the wordplay is bolded; just the highlights.
Dod$:
aiyo:.
Froshkiller's spits be like a walk way on a busy day cus there path-hectic(Pathetic)
my rhymes got frosh scared so much he put a bullet proof vest round his comp to protect it
ur shit..correct it..steppin to Dods is like talkin bout suicide to a genie cus its a death-wish
I 'serve' u so fast rippin out ur vital organs with ya 'lungs still workin' call this a 'breath-dish'
u need to respect this cus ur 'amateur lines' remind me of a 'cheap porno phone-company'
think ur the lyrical 'king'?ima 'chuck the queen at ya' to give ya 'thrown-accompany'!(throne)
moan-triumphantly its an honour to lose they call me the 'end of a window frame' cus im a 'ledge-end!'
my rhymes make ya move 'house' to a 'cliff' cus dods spits got you 'living on the edge' my friend
dont pretend you still got skills only reason you get called an 'old head' cus this 'dicks old-skool'!
this fool frosh his rhymes are 'runnin low' like 'small olymic 100 meter contestants' hes out of fuel
frosh went to the Antartic cus cus he wanted to be cool! why did frosh never quit?
I admit on the old board I wanted a battle but you said I wasn't ready to battle the FKJ2000.. ive just demolished it!
FroshKiller:
Battle across the pond, word is bond, I murder Dod$
Never tell me the odds, I rip any kids that challenge gods
It's the D-O-D-money, tryin' to be funny like he's got the grammar
Fuck Nottingham, this robbin' hood throws Dod$heriff into the slammer
Locked in gaol, no chance of bail, sodomized right and left
Kinda like this battle, involvin' Dod$ gettin' fucked to death!
POLICE LINE - DO NOT CROSS - Oops, Dod$, you should've stayed out
"Freshness only" was the warning; now like a Dreamcast, you gettin' played out
Frosh flows follow forms and lace the verbs with nouns and adjectives
Preservatives and additives, all-natural style that slaughters faggot-kids
Dod$ come from the Old World, where King Arthur was fightin' dragons
Rappin' with English accent, your spits sound like they laggin'
My crew's like the Round Table, we defy labels and quest for Grails
Battlin' Frosh is a test from Hell, legendary ish of tellin' tales
Your rhymes are like your teeth, son, somebody ought to clean 'em
And finally, fuck the UK, FroshKiller's DIVIDIN' KINGDOMS!
Note: Not all of the wordplay is bolded; just the highlights.
Dod$:
aiyo:.
Froshkiller's spits be like a walk way on a busy day cus there path-hectic(Pathetic)
my rhymes got frosh scared so much he put a bullet proof vest round his comp to protect it
ur shit..correct it..steppin to Dods is like talkin bout suicide to a genie cus its a death-wish
I 'serve' u so fast rippin out ur vital organs with ya 'lungs still workin' call this a 'breath-dish'
u need to respect this cus ur 'amateur lines' remind me of a 'cheap porno phone-company'
think ur the lyrical 'king'?ima 'chuck the queen at ya' to give ya 'thrown-accompany'!(throne)
moan-triumphantly its an honour to lose they call me the 'end of a window frame' cus im a 'ledge-end!'
my rhymes make ya move 'house' to a 'cliff' cus dods spits got you 'living on the edge' my friend
dont pretend you still got skills only reason you get called an 'old head' cus this 'dicks old-skool'!
this fool frosh his rhymes are 'runnin low' like 'small olymic 100 meter contestants' hes out of fuel
frosh went to the Antartic cus cus he wanted to be cool! why did frosh never quit?
I admit on the old board I wanted a battle but you said I wasn't ready to battle the FKJ2000.. ive just demolished it!