God Of War
01-27-2013, 01:08 PM
posted on 10/20/01
Tommy Wreck
Kid, don’t get gassed cause you beat -Com-plex-/
Cause I deliver the package after the -bomb threat-/
Prolly think that, your –gats louder-/
But holds no shells like –clam chowder-/
Couldn’t “GET ILL” if I sent you letters with -Anthrax powder-/
Came out the closet, a -gay little teen-/
Keeping it real was even –faked in ya dreams-/
Maybe it’s the bitch in you, or……“maybe it’s Maybeline”/
Eye liner makes you look cute in your polka dot suit/
Fists aim for ya chin and if I miss Ill be knockin out tooths/
Strife had you stressed? Ironic his -name is STRIFE-/
You an emcee? The you need to –change ya life-/
You’re holding a ‘monkey wrench’ if you thinking that ya -game is tight-/
Your battle verse against COM, that shyt was lousy/
Sedative emcee, you’re just keeping me drowsy/
Son, a tag team with ‘Bob Villa’ wouldn’t help you “house me”/
Die hard? Nah you play Brave Heart and –die good-/
Your performance at Round Midnight had me ‘board’ as –ply wood-/
As a marriage councilor here’s how I -compare dorks-/
Ones a struggling emcee the other’s a slut in the –air-force-/
Here’s a tip kids, not just one but all of you/
Be like Rev, a couch potato, find a slut and let her keep supporting you/
He’s 27, no goals…but to rap…and he -sucks at it-/
“Tommy’s ill” “Where’s Wreck I need comp”, man get off my –nuts faggot-/
I spit hot shit at friends, guess that’s –burnin bridges-/
All these posts you got? Shit gets on –my nerves like itches-/
Your B-52’s? Their on -uncertain missions-/
Rev, beating me…Now that’s like Bin Laden -turning Christian-/
So admit it, open ya eyes and face this -ass whippin-/
Cause locally, yer shit never ‘hits hard’ like old folks playing –bad mitten-/
Revanon
you taken up for Com...gayest shit I ever seen/
nah, the gayest shit I ever seen was ya costume for HALLOWEEN/
drag queen, laughed when you brought Strife's name in the picture/
Engaged to marry, but cats call it incest cause you both look like sisters/
you's the fan, you rockin the ROUND midnight was out of charity/
Rev said you was nice..now you think you nice enough to battle me/
ya styles borrowed and used, it's a D-grade Pegasus verse/
nothin but a 3 feet FOUR ELEMENT nerd/
Rev lines bruise the skin..run and tell em it hurts/
don't act like I ain't the cat you keep addressin as SIR/
while I'm undressin ya girl, when danger strikes, you'll be the first to jump ship/
Tommy Wreck? Nigga you more like TEDDY RUSKPIN/
all the hype, almost had Rev concerned to meet you/
but once you spoke...reminded me of PORNO MUSIC I used to beat my meat to/
it's like you collabin wit MAD...Tom you lack "Skills"/
son you fakin the threats...got nominated for an Oscar for your attempt to ACT ILL/
keep it real "son" I pay ya CHILD SUPPORT, be glad you sleep on the floor
Sound like a retarded Kermit the Frog, except his voice is DEEPER than YOURS
no one in the Springs fuckin with the Plague on any level/
so ill, I can eat up the Steel at Ground Zero and SHIT OUT THE METAL/
your not INTIMIDATIN' your a LITTLE GAY MAN who likes to sit-in-BASEMENTS and "think" you can rip the Plague when....
I was rhmyin when you was gettin ya diapers changed and...
I'm not a terrorist..but your mom's I BIN LAID IN
I fathered the SON of a "bitch" in you...
with a little makeup, you'll look just like this one CHICK I screwed
buzzer rings as soon as you THINK I'll lose...you're insecure...hate to be alone that's why you CLING TO crews/
everyone got an album...you? in LA JAZZ AFFAIR singin' BLUES/
bring the TOOL,
I'll eat the bullets and spit the most vicious rhyme to leave ya SKIN ABUSED....
Tommy Wreck
Kid, don’t get gassed cause you beat -Com-plex-/
Cause I deliver the package after the -bomb threat-/
Prolly think that, your –gats louder-/
But holds no shells like –clam chowder-/
Couldn’t “GET ILL” if I sent you letters with -Anthrax powder-/
Came out the closet, a -gay little teen-/
Keeping it real was even –faked in ya dreams-/
Maybe it’s the bitch in you, or……“maybe it’s Maybeline”/
Eye liner makes you look cute in your polka dot suit/
Fists aim for ya chin and if I miss Ill be knockin out tooths/
Strife had you stressed? Ironic his -name is STRIFE-/
You an emcee? The you need to –change ya life-/
You’re holding a ‘monkey wrench’ if you thinking that ya -game is tight-/
Your battle verse against COM, that shyt was lousy/
Sedative emcee, you’re just keeping me drowsy/
Son, a tag team with ‘Bob Villa’ wouldn’t help you “house me”/
Die hard? Nah you play Brave Heart and –die good-/
Your performance at Round Midnight had me ‘board’ as –ply wood-/
As a marriage councilor here’s how I -compare dorks-/
Ones a struggling emcee the other’s a slut in the –air-force-/
Here’s a tip kids, not just one but all of you/
Be like Rev, a couch potato, find a slut and let her keep supporting you/
He’s 27, no goals…but to rap…and he -sucks at it-/
“Tommy’s ill” “Where’s Wreck I need comp”, man get off my –nuts faggot-/
I spit hot shit at friends, guess that’s –burnin bridges-/
All these posts you got? Shit gets on –my nerves like itches-/
Your B-52’s? Their on -uncertain missions-/
Rev, beating me…Now that’s like Bin Laden -turning Christian-/
So admit it, open ya eyes and face this -ass whippin-/
Cause locally, yer shit never ‘hits hard’ like old folks playing –bad mitten-/
Revanon
you taken up for Com...gayest shit I ever seen/
nah, the gayest shit I ever seen was ya costume for HALLOWEEN/
drag queen, laughed when you brought Strife's name in the picture/
Engaged to marry, but cats call it incest cause you both look like sisters/
you's the fan, you rockin the ROUND midnight was out of charity/
Rev said you was nice..now you think you nice enough to battle me/
ya styles borrowed and used, it's a D-grade Pegasus verse/
nothin but a 3 feet FOUR ELEMENT nerd/
Rev lines bruise the skin..run and tell em it hurts/
don't act like I ain't the cat you keep addressin as SIR/
while I'm undressin ya girl, when danger strikes, you'll be the first to jump ship/
Tommy Wreck? Nigga you more like TEDDY RUSKPIN/
all the hype, almost had Rev concerned to meet you/
but once you spoke...reminded me of PORNO MUSIC I used to beat my meat to/
it's like you collabin wit MAD...Tom you lack "Skills"/
son you fakin the threats...got nominated for an Oscar for your attempt to ACT ILL/
keep it real "son" I pay ya CHILD SUPPORT, be glad you sleep on the floor
Sound like a retarded Kermit the Frog, except his voice is DEEPER than YOURS
no one in the Springs fuckin with the Plague on any level/
so ill, I can eat up the Steel at Ground Zero and SHIT OUT THE METAL/
your not INTIMIDATIN' your a LITTLE GAY MAN who likes to sit-in-BASEMENTS and "think" you can rip the Plague when....
I was rhmyin when you was gettin ya diapers changed and...
I'm not a terrorist..but your mom's I BIN LAID IN
I fathered the SON of a "bitch" in you...
with a little makeup, you'll look just like this one CHICK I screwed
buzzer rings as soon as you THINK I'll lose...you're insecure...hate to be alone that's why you CLING TO crews/
everyone got an album...you? in LA JAZZ AFFAIR singin' BLUES/
bring the TOOL,
I'll eat the bullets and spit the most vicious rhyme to leave ya SKIN ABUSED....