God Of War
01-27-2013, 01:05 PM
posted on 2/24/02
NothingNice
Thrashed on sight, and left for the maggots to bite
‘Stick to the point’ didn’t mean faggots can write
Bashing his life, smashing whatever he claims
Cuz when nice is enticed by the soft sweaters are made
Try to blow up, your slow, I hold better grenades
There’s a demon raging inside, you gotta be brave to reply
N’ll tattoo bombs to ya eyelids, dome’ll die in the blink of an eye
Think he’ll survive, or all hopes lost for this false savior
Buddahs not worth a penny like the clipper’s basketball players
Nice ripping snapping all spacers, staining this brittle thread
Clapping at haters? you’re a whore trained to aim for the little heads
You’re the type to spit, after you write your shit
Spelled his name with two DD’s, he loves twice the dick
The biggest asshole I’ve ever met, I got clue where he’s hiding it
No beef or harsh feelings, it’s just the way I spark
To show I never played a Jedi: and still made my Mark
vs.
BuddhaDome
**On a sincere note, my bad for takin' so long. I never leave cats hangin' so long, but I've been busy as hell. But let's not get all friendly yet...
Damn, I was hopin' for a challenge when I read ya rhyme
But ya name said it won't nothin' nice ahead of time
So why'd ya battle the savior?
You can't do shit when I'm in the house, I'm like a taddlin' neighbor
So like cattle in labor, you havin' a cow
But you ain't havin' it now 'cause what you drop might turn into beef
Since I just finished burnin' a leaf
And I see you're usin' ya head now, all that sperm in ya teeth
What, you tryin' to add some life to ya words?
Tryin' to reach my status, but you can't even decipher my verse
Runnin' out in a mawkish fit
Ain't you say you a thug? Like Mr. Hanky, you just talkin' shit
A lotta lip, only time you shot a clip was as a camera man
CUT! Throw that garbage in the hamper can
And stop trippin' like a flat tire on a camper van
Bitch, you wanna smoke Buddha, move to Amsterdam
NothingNice
Thrashed on sight, and left for the maggots to bite
‘Stick to the point’ didn’t mean faggots can write
Bashing his life, smashing whatever he claims
Cuz when nice is enticed by the soft sweaters are made
Try to blow up, your slow, I hold better grenades
There’s a demon raging inside, you gotta be brave to reply
N’ll tattoo bombs to ya eyelids, dome’ll die in the blink of an eye
Think he’ll survive, or all hopes lost for this false savior
Buddahs not worth a penny like the clipper’s basketball players
Nice ripping snapping all spacers, staining this brittle thread
Clapping at haters? you’re a whore trained to aim for the little heads
You’re the type to spit, after you write your shit
Spelled his name with two DD’s, he loves twice the dick
The biggest asshole I’ve ever met, I got clue where he’s hiding it
No beef or harsh feelings, it’s just the way I spark
To show I never played a Jedi: and still made my Mark
vs.
BuddhaDome
**On a sincere note, my bad for takin' so long. I never leave cats hangin' so long, but I've been busy as hell. But let's not get all friendly yet...
Damn, I was hopin' for a challenge when I read ya rhyme
But ya name said it won't nothin' nice ahead of time
So why'd ya battle the savior?
You can't do shit when I'm in the house, I'm like a taddlin' neighbor
So like cattle in labor, you havin' a cow
But you ain't havin' it now 'cause what you drop might turn into beef
Since I just finished burnin' a leaf
And I see you're usin' ya head now, all that sperm in ya teeth
What, you tryin' to add some life to ya words?
Tryin' to reach my status, but you can't even decipher my verse
Runnin' out in a mawkish fit
Ain't you say you a thug? Like Mr. Hanky, you just talkin' shit
A lotta lip, only time you shot a clip was as a camera man
CUT! Throw that garbage in the hamper can
And stop trippin' like a flat tire on a camper van
Bitch, you wanna smoke Buddha, move to Amsterdam