God Of War
01-27-2013, 01:09 PM
posted on 9/6/01
Count Wakula
Yawn, yawn, yawn,
It's been 3 days since waks post up, i aint in no rush to answer back-
I know your used to faggots that cum quicker but if you want a reply from a homosexual nigga you should've asked Srap-
Cuz you get impatient when ya get sidetracked and can't adore men's dicks-
Lick 2 balls, bust 3 nuts, then do it twice cuz we all know you always get your 4-in-six-
But enough about your preference, your doomed with severed skills-
Even if ya cried for repentence God' take back 3:16's whom so ever will-
But my ill, lyrical vengeance has never ceased it's commencement-
While you just wrote out a death sentence faster than the Grim Reapers pen get's it-
Your bleek like memphis deleted like not clicking "save as" and hitting exit-
Cuz i just cleared your style like computer viruses clearing memory-
My train of thought is so fast my own brain doesn't remember me!
I'll forever be, your undying eternal enemy-
Envy me, my lyrics attack you bio-molecularly,
No remedy, your brain is inbalanced chemically-
Lyrically, better than me is something you will never be-
And since you were so hasty for me to post, i'll send this to the impatient faggot facility-
So they can honor you at your funeral and on the effigy- Write "sorry emcee, but good at and playing dick fight", and bust nuts around around your tombstone vacinity-
Let wackness reign throughout infinte-
i'm not only the victor but raps muthafuckin' opitome!
Your Enemy,
Count Wakula.
vs.
4insix
...2 verses it is!
Waktized? Do you realize who your talkin too?
I'll choke ya out till ya face is blue, with a 'Duke' logo attached to it...Im the 'Devil' !
Check ya schedule, your late for this ass whippin', lyrically pimp you out, the little engine that DIDNT...GOOD RIDENCE!
Cause realistly, if I go balistic youll be another statistic who got ate by the cat 4insix.
I know you gotta be in, your neighborhoods got curfews,
Im stumpin you more than Barbara Walters interviews.
I punish you with a paralyzin flow sent ta divore your entire empire.
Your rhymes are rank, check the date, you EXPIRED!
Couldnt beat me if ya had 'Spencer for Hire'.
Like Lauren, "Im killing you softly", couldnt 'Rock' me with 'Petestrumentals' and the highest crudentials.
I'll take the can of 'Raid' that I soaked Dread with ta spray THIS pest.
Your rhymes couldnt pass the emissions test with a brand new Vette BITCH! WHAT, your gonna go snitch now? All because Im kickin that ass in front of ya home crowd?
Catch a 'Rideshare' and get the hell outta here!
Another casuality beyond the realm of reality.
Print this off, and put it in a Ziplock baggie for evidence.
Cause after beatin down your admitance, theres nothing left but remnance, leaving you inflated and imbobulated.
Box your ass almost effortless, ya fight like your peckerless.
Knock down shelfs, makin you play that game, 'Stop hitting yourself '.
A pen and paper to me is like infusion, but like Bill Im stealin the 'C' from the keyboard your using savin you from a continous bruisin'.
Got angles galore till you cry for a "TIME", wouldnt come off with my last dub, but heres a 'paradigms'...BEAT IT!
Your social camalian, bitin every 'LINE' cats are 'REELIN' in.
And fuckin sta sta stupid, count couldnt figure this out....
4insix > Count Wakula (simple math)
And just to make this clear, YOU started this! So, like a 'relay runner' Im taking MY bars to the finish line...see ya there 'wanna be enemy'.
4insix
...and heres comes the 2nd one,
Watch...your rhymeless, while Im a timeless piece of art.
Im a pitcher, throwin back to back 'NO HITTERS', stop the wimperin'.
'Count' ya blessings, Im killin you so bad, ya sneak off to church confessions.
Can I make a suggestion? Ta beat me, you should be 'Common'ly resurrected as B.I.G injected with perfection.
Bury you alive, givin you time to realize you FUCKED UP talkin down on mine!
Cause pissin me off is like catchin close caption raptura,
and more pipes runnin threw ya than Alaska.
Time ta bash ya, time for you to dispurse, turn around cursin, headed for yet another dress rehearsal for some 'Gay Rights' commercial.
Your so thoughtful,out there every week givin your ass out ta every fag on the street.
Its not hard ta tell your a failure like the XFL'ers, high for the moment, TILL 4insix the 'walking buzz KILL' !
Damn! Give this dude a hand for at least signin in.
Your styles as soft as a virginized bitch with mesquito bite tits!
'WACK's just another child in denial, tryin ta compile every word written down in ya folders and files ta hit this rhythmatic 'Retrial'...THINK AGAIN!
Thats why Im drilling a hole in the roof of ya mouth making you slur and spit, you should thank me, it comes in handy when your suckin dick!
4insix RECKIN THIS PRICK!
Got more rhymes than Grouper, yeah ya got 'SHIT' so heres a 'Pooper Scooper'.
Infect your head faster than lice, this dumb ass failed the third grade TWICE!
Ya know, I shouldnt complain, but by eatin your ass I have NOTHING to gain. So lame...your annoying like a chick drunk off champaign, so Im rappin this shit up like 'cid and cellafaine'.
But not till I do you like 'Kenny', killin you in every show you obtain!
~~Forensics~~
Count Wakula
Now isn't that nice? you finally let out all that frustration that you built up-
Two verses of weak shit, came off "Wak", and plus your skills junk-
Tell your sex dwarf to wear green and grant wishes cuz you'll need luck-
Your like a freeze frame of Monica Lewinsky, you "still" suck-
For real though, I understand how you attempt to to "cum" off ill though-but you can't get semen from rappin over a dill-doe-
But I ignite the highest domes with the flyest poems, freestyle over microphones longer than it takes weather to decompose styrofoam-
My flows kick bone structures loose, I bet ya feel me now
choke you to death with a noose - and piss down your root canal-
I'm sorry, i can no longer flow so faggot go annoy your boss
Se' la vee motha fucker and enjoy your loss!
Your Enemy,
Count Wakula.
Count Wakula
Yawn, yawn, yawn,
It's been 3 days since waks post up, i aint in no rush to answer back-
I know your used to faggots that cum quicker but if you want a reply from a homosexual nigga you should've asked Srap-
Cuz you get impatient when ya get sidetracked and can't adore men's dicks-
Lick 2 balls, bust 3 nuts, then do it twice cuz we all know you always get your 4-in-six-
But enough about your preference, your doomed with severed skills-
Even if ya cried for repentence God' take back 3:16's whom so ever will-
But my ill, lyrical vengeance has never ceased it's commencement-
While you just wrote out a death sentence faster than the Grim Reapers pen get's it-
Your bleek like memphis deleted like not clicking "save as" and hitting exit-
Cuz i just cleared your style like computer viruses clearing memory-
My train of thought is so fast my own brain doesn't remember me!
I'll forever be, your undying eternal enemy-
Envy me, my lyrics attack you bio-molecularly,
No remedy, your brain is inbalanced chemically-
Lyrically, better than me is something you will never be-
And since you were so hasty for me to post, i'll send this to the impatient faggot facility-
So they can honor you at your funeral and on the effigy- Write "sorry emcee, but good at and playing dick fight", and bust nuts around around your tombstone vacinity-
Let wackness reign throughout infinte-
i'm not only the victor but raps muthafuckin' opitome!
Your Enemy,
Count Wakula.
vs.
4insix
...2 verses it is!
Waktized? Do you realize who your talkin too?
I'll choke ya out till ya face is blue, with a 'Duke' logo attached to it...Im the 'Devil' !
Check ya schedule, your late for this ass whippin', lyrically pimp you out, the little engine that DIDNT...GOOD RIDENCE!
Cause realistly, if I go balistic youll be another statistic who got ate by the cat 4insix.
I know you gotta be in, your neighborhoods got curfews,
Im stumpin you more than Barbara Walters interviews.
I punish you with a paralyzin flow sent ta divore your entire empire.
Your rhymes are rank, check the date, you EXPIRED!
Couldnt beat me if ya had 'Spencer for Hire'.
Like Lauren, "Im killing you softly", couldnt 'Rock' me with 'Petestrumentals' and the highest crudentials.
I'll take the can of 'Raid' that I soaked Dread with ta spray THIS pest.
Your rhymes couldnt pass the emissions test with a brand new Vette BITCH! WHAT, your gonna go snitch now? All because Im kickin that ass in front of ya home crowd?
Catch a 'Rideshare' and get the hell outta here!
Another casuality beyond the realm of reality.
Print this off, and put it in a Ziplock baggie for evidence.
Cause after beatin down your admitance, theres nothing left but remnance, leaving you inflated and imbobulated.
Box your ass almost effortless, ya fight like your peckerless.
Knock down shelfs, makin you play that game, 'Stop hitting yourself '.
A pen and paper to me is like infusion, but like Bill Im stealin the 'C' from the keyboard your using savin you from a continous bruisin'.
Got angles galore till you cry for a "TIME", wouldnt come off with my last dub, but heres a 'paradigms'...BEAT IT!
Your social camalian, bitin every 'LINE' cats are 'REELIN' in.
And fuckin sta sta stupid, count couldnt figure this out....
4insix > Count Wakula (simple math)
And just to make this clear, YOU started this! So, like a 'relay runner' Im taking MY bars to the finish line...see ya there 'wanna be enemy'.
4insix
...and heres comes the 2nd one,
Watch...your rhymeless, while Im a timeless piece of art.
Im a pitcher, throwin back to back 'NO HITTERS', stop the wimperin'.
'Count' ya blessings, Im killin you so bad, ya sneak off to church confessions.
Can I make a suggestion? Ta beat me, you should be 'Common'ly resurrected as B.I.G injected with perfection.
Bury you alive, givin you time to realize you FUCKED UP talkin down on mine!
Cause pissin me off is like catchin close caption raptura,
and more pipes runnin threw ya than Alaska.
Time ta bash ya, time for you to dispurse, turn around cursin, headed for yet another dress rehearsal for some 'Gay Rights' commercial.
Your so thoughtful,out there every week givin your ass out ta every fag on the street.
Its not hard ta tell your a failure like the XFL'ers, high for the moment, TILL 4insix the 'walking buzz KILL' !
Damn! Give this dude a hand for at least signin in.
Your styles as soft as a virginized bitch with mesquito bite tits!
'WACK's just another child in denial, tryin ta compile every word written down in ya folders and files ta hit this rhythmatic 'Retrial'...THINK AGAIN!
Thats why Im drilling a hole in the roof of ya mouth making you slur and spit, you should thank me, it comes in handy when your suckin dick!
4insix RECKIN THIS PRICK!
Got more rhymes than Grouper, yeah ya got 'SHIT' so heres a 'Pooper Scooper'.
Infect your head faster than lice, this dumb ass failed the third grade TWICE!
Ya know, I shouldnt complain, but by eatin your ass I have NOTHING to gain. So lame...your annoying like a chick drunk off champaign, so Im rappin this shit up like 'cid and cellafaine'.
But not till I do you like 'Kenny', killin you in every show you obtain!
~~Forensics~~
Count Wakula
Now isn't that nice? you finally let out all that frustration that you built up-
Two verses of weak shit, came off "Wak", and plus your skills junk-
Tell your sex dwarf to wear green and grant wishes cuz you'll need luck-
Your like a freeze frame of Monica Lewinsky, you "still" suck-
For real though, I understand how you attempt to to "cum" off ill though-but you can't get semen from rappin over a dill-doe-
But I ignite the highest domes with the flyest poems, freestyle over microphones longer than it takes weather to decompose styrofoam-
My flows kick bone structures loose, I bet ya feel me now
choke you to death with a noose - and piss down your root canal-
I'm sorry, i can no longer flow so faggot go annoy your boss
Se' la vee motha fucker and enjoy your loss!
Your Enemy,
Count Wakula.