God Of War
01-27-2013, 01:44 PM
posted on 8/6/01
TWrex:
Watch me cock the hammer back and then listen to my trigga boom
I use force to block the damn wack, now I'll need to dig ya tomb
I bring your doom in the form of punchlines and verbal projectiles
I heard you reject smiles when you rap, get covered in Wrex piles
I'll shit on this child, snap his back into thirty-eight pieces
Filling the funeral home with your parents, cousins and great nieces
I hate these RapChoice cats thinking they're ill, but they're not
I'll tear shit up with hotness that could burn a solar flare spot
You'll wear knots where I lumped your dome, beat you with golf clubs
When I brawl scrubs, I cut off legs, have you crawl on small stubs
I assault the sub-par, tear flesh with chain saws and hedge clippers
I reign sovereign, bring pain raw like skin stuck in wedged zippers
I smash lips with sledge hammers, you get erased like bad grammar
You get shot like glamour, I got this locked like I'm in the slammer
Damn, you're getting worked, I treat emcees like I run sweat shops
I get hot, you couldn't spit luke warm if you ate cigarette tops
You flop shit while I flip it, you're walking away with split lips
Slit wrists, you couldn't get ill by sharing needles with sick kids
I don't give a shit, I'll take you to school like a twelfth grader
The way my win column goes up, people think that I'm an "L-Evader"
I'll tell you later, nah, I'll just say it now, you're the wackest!
I'll smack this kid backwards, it won't help wearing a flack jacket
Your face will get racked like pool balls, then I'll break it open
You're fake, quit hoping to be an emcee. You're ill! Wait, I'm joking
I'll chew you up like some Copenhagen, spit you out on the concrete
Repeat after me, "I suck! When battling T-Wrex, I just can't compete"
Excretion stains are left on you, I hate you, goddamn mother F'er
Look how easily I'm beating you, without putting forth any effort
I'm def, you're just unheard of. You get no play like an old game
Bitch, even around your own damn family, you aren't a household name
I fold lame MCs like bad poker hands, bring death like ace of spades
My verse is laced with grenades, i'll grace your throat with blades
First-aid will be sought after I slice through, expose your windpipe
Look at you, bruised and bloody is now your skin-type. I win! Right?
vs
Trigga Boom:
Wit PsyChotic thoughts x-TREME TO mELT yA flesh
In this School of rap You always fail the Test
I'll leave ya Body Stale and Frail Coffin Sealed & Cross Dressed
I'll burn ya ass Like christians do Incents
You rippin me iz Like sayin "TWREK" makes Sense
You gettin ya ass BEAT like Prostitutes that Lay Bent
Infamous verses make twrek explode like loads of time Bombs
I'll REWIND TIME tah leave ya havin oral sex wit ya Moms
Lyrics Decapitate ya Body Cuttin ya Brain pieces in Fractionz
Asskickin techniques tweak ya vocal tones like Bullet interactions
I got you suckin on my dick like a Throat Losenger
This Battle Fucks you up like ya Hoe when, I'm-in-her
You lickin my balls Like a Candy NuttSack,
I can tell by ya Pic, u must be John Candy on crack
Ya Flows Wack Like Internet perverts lookin at pornos wackin off
My Punches Bust Open ya Whole Head while your SHITs slappin Soft
I'll Make you Loose Weight But sorry deez lyrics Aint FAT free
Do you tell Peeps your ALL MUSCLE and ACT SkinnY
You must be on Big Puns Dick Like A xxx actress
Emcees Sleep on ya flow like they MONITOR was a Matress
To all Newbies UNDERSTAND TWREK is THE definition of Wackness
Verses Disperse Clips I eat emcees like TOMBSTONE pizzas tha Way I R.I.P emcees off
Ya style iz Fake Like Bloods dat C-WALK(crip walk)
My name iz iller than ya flow I could rip you wit a Sneeze or Cough
Fuck More Bars I gave u War Scarz
TWrex:
Watch me cock the hammer back and then listen to my trigga boom
I use force to block the damn wack, now I'll need to dig ya tomb
I bring your doom in the form of punchlines and verbal projectiles
I heard you reject smiles when you rap, get covered in Wrex piles
I'll shit on this child, snap his back into thirty-eight pieces
Filling the funeral home with your parents, cousins and great nieces
I hate these RapChoice cats thinking they're ill, but they're not
I'll tear shit up with hotness that could burn a solar flare spot
You'll wear knots where I lumped your dome, beat you with golf clubs
When I brawl scrubs, I cut off legs, have you crawl on small stubs
I assault the sub-par, tear flesh with chain saws and hedge clippers
I reign sovereign, bring pain raw like skin stuck in wedged zippers
I smash lips with sledge hammers, you get erased like bad grammar
You get shot like glamour, I got this locked like I'm in the slammer
Damn, you're getting worked, I treat emcees like I run sweat shops
I get hot, you couldn't spit luke warm if you ate cigarette tops
You flop shit while I flip it, you're walking away with split lips
Slit wrists, you couldn't get ill by sharing needles with sick kids
I don't give a shit, I'll take you to school like a twelfth grader
The way my win column goes up, people think that I'm an "L-Evader"
I'll tell you later, nah, I'll just say it now, you're the wackest!
I'll smack this kid backwards, it won't help wearing a flack jacket
Your face will get racked like pool balls, then I'll break it open
You're fake, quit hoping to be an emcee. You're ill! Wait, I'm joking
I'll chew you up like some Copenhagen, spit you out on the concrete
Repeat after me, "I suck! When battling T-Wrex, I just can't compete"
Excretion stains are left on you, I hate you, goddamn mother F'er
Look how easily I'm beating you, without putting forth any effort
I'm def, you're just unheard of. You get no play like an old game
Bitch, even around your own damn family, you aren't a household name
I fold lame MCs like bad poker hands, bring death like ace of spades
My verse is laced with grenades, i'll grace your throat with blades
First-aid will be sought after I slice through, expose your windpipe
Look at you, bruised and bloody is now your skin-type. I win! Right?
vs
Trigga Boom:
Wit PsyChotic thoughts x-TREME TO mELT yA flesh
In this School of rap You always fail the Test
I'll leave ya Body Stale and Frail Coffin Sealed & Cross Dressed
I'll burn ya ass Like christians do Incents
You rippin me iz Like sayin "TWREK" makes Sense
You gettin ya ass BEAT like Prostitutes that Lay Bent
Infamous verses make twrek explode like loads of time Bombs
I'll REWIND TIME tah leave ya havin oral sex wit ya Moms
Lyrics Decapitate ya Body Cuttin ya Brain pieces in Fractionz
Asskickin techniques tweak ya vocal tones like Bullet interactions
I got you suckin on my dick like a Throat Losenger
This Battle Fucks you up like ya Hoe when, I'm-in-her
You lickin my balls Like a Candy NuttSack,
I can tell by ya Pic, u must be John Candy on crack
Ya Flows Wack Like Internet perverts lookin at pornos wackin off
My Punches Bust Open ya Whole Head while your SHITs slappin Soft
I'll Make you Loose Weight But sorry deez lyrics Aint FAT free
Do you tell Peeps your ALL MUSCLE and ACT SkinnY
You must be on Big Puns Dick Like A xxx actress
Emcees Sleep on ya flow like they MONITOR was a Matress
To all Newbies UNDERSTAND TWREK is THE definition of Wackness
Verses Disperse Clips I eat emcees like TOMBSTONE pizzas tha Way I R.I.P emcees off
Ya style iz Fake Like Bloods dat C-WALK(crip walk)
My name iz iller than ya flow I could rip you wit a Sneeze or Cough
Fuck More Bars I gave u War Scarz