Saint
11-19-2017, 09:43 PM
RL Finished battle 2005
Envy:
no doubt that u're losin'. claim stam's a newb killer, but what have u proven?
that was nik's claim to fame and u want praise just for beating the Cuban?
it's putrid. fuck fellowship... u talk charity but tend to embellish it.
claiming u helped build refugee camps; fact is, u were just visiting relatives.
to hell with it! with no style to sport, ur post is nothing more than a mild retort.
screw this geezer! if he's got flow he should use it for child support.
like pedophiles in court; there's no more hope for you to run amock.
g'head and play the race card, Pulse proved u'll forever be runner up.
it's too late, the hunger's struck. vets will praise how my tek'll spray.
add a little milk to get eaten if u think u're Special-K.
no time to wrestle gays. i grapple with mountains to let loose.
murder's in the air... rope and ice picks is all i need to best u.
no need to fret, duke... a fall from grace is all it takes...
u lack killer instinct, good thing ya found an avvy to compensate.
but it's all too late. i'll leave ur lame closer punch drunk to stay sober.
u're makin' waves, but i conquered those on my boat the way over...
Killamanjaro:
the N-V is plain, killed you & even the tombstone won't remember ya name
death to a bitch, yet this aint the year of the dog, but its ending the same
..the second you came, with that pitiful impromtu...its another lost honcho
so fuck maple leaves, cuz the lockout made Envy the only thing green in toronto
..his beating was pronto, get real, the eggroll aint ever crushing the afro
even in the land of the rising sun, you'll still be living under Pulse's shadow
ya wack flows, enflamed my arthritis, even partial denture's coming out too
but the way I chow Yung Fat, make you think Crouching Tiger was about you
aint no doubt dude, we'll invade canada to get my social sec. check cashed
rather than export bitches, Quebec can have you and Alanis Morrisette back
..celebrity deathmatch, nobody knows you, even as my latest plagiarist
like you Eminem's wife, I had Kim Sung the blues like a N. Korean dictatorship
..but you brought the gayer shit, do the math, the chink was easily eclipsed
his punches don't hit, must have a miss-jones like the Tsumani song remix
Envy:
no doubt that u're losin'. claim stam's a newb killer, but what have u proven?
that was nik's claim to fame and u want praise just for beating the Cuban?
it's putrid. fuck fellowship... u talk charity but tend to embellish it.
claiming u helped build refugee camps; fact is, u were just visiting relatives.
to hell with it! with no style to sport, ur post is nothing more than a mild retort.
screw this geezer! if he's got flow he should use it for child support.
like pedophiles in court; there's no more hope for you to run amock.
g'head and play the race card, Pulse proved u'll forever be runner up.
it's too late, the hunger's struck. vets will praise how my tek'll spray.
add a little milk to get eaten if u think u're Special-K.
no time to wrestle gays. i grapple with mountains to let loose.
murder's in the air... rope and ice picks is all i need to best u.
no need to fret, duke... a fall from grace is all it takes...
u lack killer instinct, good thing ya found an avvy to compensate.
but it's all too late. i'll leave ur lame closer punch drunk to stay sober.
u're makin' waves, but i conquered those on my boat the way over...
Killamanjaro:
the N-V is plain, killed you & even the tombstone won't remember ya name
death to a bitch, yet this aint the year of the dog, but its ending the same
..the second you came, with that pitiful impromtu...its another lost honcho
so fuck maple leaves, cuz the lockout made Envy the only thing green in toronto
..his beating was pronto, get real, the eggroll aint ever crushing the afro
even in the land of the rising sun, you'll still be living under Pulse's shadow
ya wack flows, enflamed my arthritis, even partial denture's coming out too
but the way I chow Yung Fat, make you think Crouching Tiger was about you
aint no doubt dude, we'll invade canada to get my social sec. check cashed
rather than export bitches, Quebec can have you and Alanis Morrisette back
..celebrity deathmatch, nobody knows you, even as my latest plagiarist
like you Eminem's wife, I had Kim Sung the blues like a N. Korean dictatorship
..but you brought the gayer shit, do the math, the chink was easily eclipsed
his punches don't hit, must have a miss-jones like the Tsumani song remix