Saint
11-23-2017, 10:32 PM
WWWW1 97-98
Defc0n:
Whats love got to do with it?
Def the dopest, murdered the comic Bob to leave ya "hope-less" //
since im so "bugged-out" i stagedive into crowds of cockaroaches //
Tamper wit my opus and get stung like porkin porcupines-in-heat //
This aint Castlevania so "Simons-Kwest" becomes Simes-defeat //
Time-to Flee,ya beat Anu and Spree but the streak ends-with-me //
Thats a "no-brainer" like post labotomy-time or John F Kenn-edy //
This nigga went out of style along with the wardrobes of old-folks //
His career is "goin nowhere" like armless Haitians in a row-boat //
Def split ya "up-right" just like field goal kickers do to goal-posts //
Like midgets giving straight neck im hitting Sime with low-blows //
With timing of a she male on daylights savings,Simes c0nfused //
perplexed when i flex,like color blind kids playin wit rubix-cubes //
Your due to lose,holdin no weight like the love interest of popeye //
i Stomp-guys and run thru sime like blunted kids do to stop-signs //
This battles is on the lopside i flog-sime till this Hoe is cockeyed //
His shit is backwards cause i knocked his ass counter-clockwise //
I top-Sime,aint live-at-all and he puts me to sleep similar to nytol //
He couldnt "see my flow" if i went stone skippin with his eyeballs //
Sime-Falls, He's Left assed out like big pun rockin a thong-bikini //
Ya on my dick so hard, i scrape ya off with a 3 pronged-squeegie //
Outta my league-G, Sime Im takin WWWW1 and LD is a freebee //
Resurrect freestee,his ass better have that $30 when he sees-me //
Him winnin is unlikely like the 45 german prez bein a russian-jew //
Simplesime Winnin in rhymes vs Defc0n would be a fuckin-fluke //
im runnin-through you and jugga then ya know im touchin-spook //
I vomit remains of crushed emcees and make you suck-the-puke //
Ya gots ta walk the plank into an ocean of hydrochloric distillate //
Your bonechips-wade at the same time your flesh disintegrates //
i integrate, ya urn ashes into my coffee and then drink-it-straight //
I indicate that simes annoying like the sounds that crickets-make //
Defc0n the vet see you tremblin its evident that Sime is so-shook //
out of toilet paper so i wipe my ass with pages from ya notebook //
Me losin is unheard and absurd like latin madres who dont-cook //
Dont look! but ya spine pigment, matches that of the phonebook //
you wouldnt have flow during a menstrual cycle sittin on a geiser //
i been destroyin MC's ever since Afrika Bambatta was in diapers //
Sime got fucked the fuck up like sendin Doogie Howser to Rikers //
Im like casper the ghost on the mic cause noone else is "NICER" ...
(except im not all that friendly)
Sime...i might have been more merciful but yo ass never sent me the tape you owed me!!! ::still waitin::::still diggin::::Still Boys: : . . . You know i love you!!
Sime:
-2 Votes
I take Defc0n, throw him in a blender that`s left-on,
With his chest-gone, he got no heart for me to step-on.
My mom guessed-wrong, sayin i show mercy to carbon-copies,
Infectin PC`s with viral species makin you go from hard-to-floppy.
Discard your body in ya town of Queens, deep in the sands of Lefrak,
Defc0n better step-back before i blaze him up like a jet-pack.
now what is Def-Yak, the illest duo? nah, just a bitch team-name.
You get scared and to hide from beef ya switch screen-names.
This shit seems-strange..."the man with the step" is gettin stomped-on,
Leave you stranded in Comp-ton, arrive home and your mom`s-gone.
I seen you playin with pom-poms, like Sam Malone, you`re leadin Cheers,
Make incisions above your sockets as i beat you, now you`re bleedin tears.
Time to retreat in fear, got lucky that you made it this far,
You couldn`t stop me if i sat in a toilet bowl of glue as you piss tar.
Couldn`t beat me if you hit par, cuz i`m strokin birdies like ornithologists,
I thought about goin easy on you but you swore your a whore of tolerance.
So deal with it bitch, nostradamus predicted this massacre,
Defc0n`s a mass of afterbirth, sime looks for laughter-first,
In fact, the-worst shit i ever read once, was from that dead-cunt,
These lyrics`ll fuck up def worse than a rat-poison laced head-blunt.
Even ask Bud Bund, he`ll tell you he was a better rapper than def`ll`ever`be,
You come outta Queens, but fit in Better with queens from Beverly.
See i sculpt my format cleverly, while you use a played out style,
i`m SOO fat, when shot at with gats, my insides spray out bile.
It`s been delayed awhile, but the obvious ending comes to light,
Defc0n`s sent home cryin in a carriage cuz simon loves to fight.
Defc0n:
Whats love got to do with it?
Def the dopest, murdered the comic Bob to leave ya "hope-less" //
since im so "bugged-out" i stagedive into crowds of cockaroaches //
Tamper wit my opus and get stung like porkin porcupines-in-heat //
This aint Castlevania so "Simons-Kwest" becomes Simes-defeat //
Time-to Flee,ya beat Anu and Spree but the streak ends-with-me //
Thats a "no-brainer" like post labotomy-time or John F Kenn-edy //
This nigga went out of style along with the wardrobes of old-folks //
His career is "goin nowhere" like armless Haitians in a row-boat //
Def split ya "up-right" just like field goal kickers do to goal-posts //
Like midgets giving straight neck im hitting Sime with low-blows //
With timing of a she male on daylights savings,Simes c0nfused //
perplexed when i flex,like color blind kids playin wit rubix-cubes //
Your due to lose,holdin no weight like the love interest of popeye //
i Stomp-guys and run thru sime like blunted kids do to stop-signs //
This battles is on the lopside i flog-sime till this Hoe is cockeyed //
His shit is backwards cause i knocked his ass counter-clockwise //
I top-Sime,aint live-at-all and he puts me to sleep similar to nytol //
He couldnt "see my flow" if i went stone skippin with his eyeballs //
Sime-Falls, He's Left assed out like big pun rockin a thong-bikini //
Ya on my dick so hard, i scrape ya off with a 3 pronged-squeegie //
Outta my league-G, Sime Im takin WWWW1 and LD is a freebee //
Resurrect freestee,his ass better have that $30 when he sees-me //
Him winnin is unlikely like the 45 german prez bein a russian-jew //
Simplesime Winnin in rhymes vs Defc0n would be a fuckin-fluke //
im runnin-through you and jugga then ya know im touchin-spook //
I vomit remains of crushed emcees and make you suck-the-puke //
Ya gots ta walk the plank into an ocean of hydrochloric distillate //
Your bonechips-wade at the same time your flesh disintegrates //
i integrate, ya urn ashes into my coffee and then drink-it-straight //
I indicate that simes annoying like the sounds that crickets-make //
Defc0n the vet see you tremblin its evident that Sime is so-shook //
out of toilet paper so i wipe my ass with pages from ya notebook //
Me losin is unheard and absurd like latin madres who dont-cook //
Dont look! but ya spine pigment, matches that of the phonebook //
you wouldnt have flow during a menstrual cycle sittin on a geiser //
i been destroyin MC's ever since Afrika Bambatta was in diapers //
Sime got fucked the fuck up like sendin Doogie Howser to Rikers //
Im like casper the ghost on the mic cause noone else is "NICER" ...
(except im not all that friendly)
Sime...i might have been more merciful but yo ass never sent me the tape you owed me!!! ::still waitin::::still diggin::::Still Boys: : . . . You know i love you!!
Sime:
-2 Votes
I take Defc0n, throw him in a blender that`s left-on,
With his chest-gone, he got no heart for me to step-on.
My mom guessed-wrong, sayin i show mercy to carbon-copies,
Infectin PC`s with viral species makin you go from hard-to-floppy.
Discard your body in ya town of Queens, deep in the sands of Lefrak,
Defc0n better step-back before i blaze him up like a jet-pack.
now what is Def-Yak, the illest duo? nah, just a bitch team-name.
You get scared and to hide from beef ya switch screen-names.
This shit seems-strange..."the man with the step" is gettin stomped-on,
Leave you stranded in Comp-ton, arrive home and your mom`s-gone.
I seen you playin with pom-poms, like Sam Malone, you`re leadin Cheers,
Make incisions above your sockets as i beat you, now you`re bleedin tears.
Time to retreat in fear, got lucky that you made it this far,
You couldn`t stop me if i sat in a toilet bowl of glue as you piss tar.
Couldn`t beat me if you hit par, cuz i`m strokin birdies like ornithologists,
I thought about goin easy on you but you swore your a whore of tolerance.
So deal with it bitch, nostradamus predicted this massacre,
Defc0n`s a mass of afterbirth, sime looks for laughter-first,
In fact, the-worst shit i ever read once, was from that dead-cunt,
These lyrics`ll fuck up def worse than a rat-poison laced head-blunt.
Even ask Bud Bund, he`ll tell you he was a better rapper than def`ll`ever`be,
You come outta Queens, but fit in Better with queens from Beverly.
See i sculpt my format cleverly, while you use a played out style,
i`m SOO fat, when shot at with gats, my insides spray out bile.
It`s been delayed awhile, but the obvious ending comes to light,
Defc0n`s sent home cryin in a carriage cuz simon loves to fight.