God Of War
01-27-2013, 01:44 PM
posted on 8/6/01
This is the Final Round for the Friendly Site VS Site Battle.
Verses are Reposted FROM RapChoice...for more votes and it would also be fair since the other rounds were at RapChoice
Rules:
1st to 5 Votes
No dickRyding
Battle Participants cannot Vote!
(BlackInQ)DJ JUDGE DREAD VS (RC)FloLava
"PhoTo Captions of Police Trace ya phone calls for evidence Think in Prison tense..anal collisions leave ya mind condense Mystic Artistix....Make SenSe?? "Trigga Boom
FloLava
comin at me sideways,until i lash out wit more-precision equipped wit wordplay and metaphoric-writtens//
for tryna fuck wit Lava,I hereby rule Judge Dread is way out of his jurisdiction//
approach me,and i'll throw up all ova you just to show heads who's spittin-sicker//
ya rap's obsolete,just forget-ya-scriptures,you're like a camera wit no film cuz you don't get-tha-picture//
so you better be on "guard" like "iverson" when i insert tha 40 cal-clip-in//
battlin me,then ya career's gon take a "short stop" like "cal-ripken"//
i'm straight sickness wit no remedy,kid i'll defeat you then blow out ya brains to leave you wit no memory//
don't make me have to remove ya backbone to confirm your uncontrollable pusillanimity//
Flo's putrescently demented,Judge is like "marlon wayans",cuz he's "senseless"//
my heart more frigid than mr freeze,but i still flow hotter than a heliocentric//
you can't fathom tha catastrophy when i perform transforming-shit like metamorphosis//
nor can you stop or put boundaries on my spit game,my abilitie's exorbitant//
you definitely won't be able to see me after i shatter ya aretna and leave you wit disabled-eyes//
I can tell you're afraid-to-die,but after i put you in critical condition,you're unable to be stabilized//
my 10,000 volt eletric cable's-live,just prepared to shock-opponents//
soft pussy,you couldn't be "hard" even if ya body was constructed of "rock"-components//
inferior half-wits betta realize my dominance is pre-eminent//
you probably think you're vet,but itz evident you're a senile senescent//
i possess an artillery of bombs-that,travel faster than crashing-craters,smashing-haters and detonate upon contact//
you rhyme-wack,on a scale from 1 to 10,dawg you "sub-zero" like dat cat from "mortal kombat"//
leavin an impact dat's unforgettable,microphone skills is incredible//
crazy enuff to generate tentacles and rip out ya seminal vesicles through ya testicles//
leave ya frame trisected,split in 3 sections,then you get disected//
filling ya solar plexus wit radiation from these electromagnetic synthetic weapons//
vs
DJ Judge Dread
Watch this "protein" turn into words that get "a high" like nicotine.
My rhymes, unlike yours, never leave someone hanging like an unsatisfied craving.
While you sunbathing with men that enjoy shaving.
I'll leave you "up in smoke" like a black church burning.
Keeping your head in motion and constantly turning.
My words are like napalms that you couldn't dodge by swirving.
While yours are like "tanted" water filled with an impurity.
And you couldn't "flow" past me even with a triple bypass surgery.
I murder thee like Vietnamese still huffin' the "DDT."
The only rhyming you practice with your buddies is "Shakespearian sodomy."
Attack like Jumangi, I kick up more dust then a heard of rhino's on a stampede.
You think you a "throubread" when your only a half-breed.
And you inter-breed with your disfunctional family that you call a "dynasty."
The only sex you'd get is called a catastrophe.
Verbally denounce you venomously, you wouldn't piss your pants, but be in ovulation.
Your obviously going through PMS right now 'cause your rhymes aren't in syncopation.
You got no hope for this win, you don't even have to make a guestimation.
You couldn't beat me even if you had the megabites of the "Ninth Playstation."
Like fermantaion, my rhymes are perfectly made; they be "top-notch."
While the only grapes you crush are those two between your crotch.
Winning for you is what they call a "long-shot."
The odds would be you pulling the slot lever and hitting the jack-pot.
My rhymes are red hot while you are on the sidelines cheering like a mascot.
As I constantly "shit on you" like you were a "Johnny-on-the-spot."
This is the Final Round for the Friendly Site VS Site Battle.
Verses are Reposted FROM RapChoice...for more votes and it would also be fair since the other rounds were at RapChoice
Rules:
1st to 5 Votes
No dickRyding
Battle Participants cannot Vote!
(BlackInQ)DJ JUDGE DREAD VS (RC)FloLava
"PhoTo Captions of Police Trace ya phone calls for evidence Think in Prison tense..anal collisions leave ya mind condense Mystic Artistix....Make SenSe?? "Trigga Boom
FloLava
comin at me sideways,until i lash out wit more-precision equipped wit wordplay and metaphoric-writtens//
for tryna fuck wit Lava,I hereby rule Judge Dread is way out of his jurisdiction//
approach me,and i'll throw up all ova you just to show heads who's spittin-sicker//
ya rap's obsolete,just forget-ya-scriptures,you're like a camera wit no film cuz you don't get-tha-picture//
so you better be on "guard" like "iverson" when i insert tha 40 cal-clip-in//
battlin me,then ya career's gon take a "short stop" like "cal-ripken"//
i'm straight sickness wit no remedy,kid i'll defeat you then blow out ya brains to leave you wit no memory//
don't make me have to remove ya backbone to confirm your uncontrollable pusillanimity//
Flo's putrescently demented,Judge is like "marlon wayans",cuz he's "senseless"//
my heart more frigid than mr freeze,but i still flow hotter than a heliocentric//
you can't fathom tha catastrophy when i perform transforming-shit like metamorphosis//
nor can you stop or put boundaries on my spit game,my abilitie's exorbitant//
you definitely won't be able to see me after i shatter ya aretna and leave you wit disabled-eyes//
I can tell you're afraid-to-die,but after i put you in critical condition,you're unable to be stabilized//
my 10,000 volt eletric cable's-live,just prepared to shock-opponents//
soft pussy,you couldn't be "hard" even if ya body was constructed of "rock"-components//
inferior half-wits betta realize my dominance is pre-eminent//
you probably think you're vet,but itz evident you're a senile senescent//
i possess an artillery of bombs-that,travel faster than crashing-craters,smashing-haters and detonate upon contact//
you rhyme-wack,on a scale from 1 to 10,dawg you "sub-zero" like dat cat from "mortal kombat"//
leavin an impact dat's unforgettable,microphone skills is incredible//
crazy enuff to generate tentacles and rip out ya seminal vesicles through ya testicles//
leave ya frame trisected,split in 3 sections,then you get disected//
filling ya solar plexus wit radiation from these electromagnetic synthetic weapons//
vs
DJ Judge Dread
Watch this "protein" turn into words that get "a high" like nicotine.
My rhymes, unlike yours, never leave someone hanging like an unsatisfied craving.
While you sunbathing with men that enjoy shaving.
I'll leave you "up in smoke" like a black church burning.
Keeping your head in motion and constantly turning.
My words are like napalms that you couldn't dodge by swirving.
While yours are like "tanted" water filled with an impurity.
And you couldn't "flow" past me even with a triple bypass surgery.
I murder thee like Vietnamese still huffin' the "DDT."
The only rhyming you practice with your buddies is "Shakespearian sodomy."
Attack like Jumangi, I kick up more dust then a heard of rhino's on a stampede.
You think you a "throubread" when your only a half-breed.
And you inter-breed with your disfunctional family that you call a "dynasty."
The only sex you'd get is called a catastrophe.
Verbally denounce you venomously, you wouldn't piss your pants, but be in ovulation.
Your obviously going through PMS right now 'cause your rhymes aren't in syncopation.
You got no hope for this win, you don't even have to make a guestimation.
You couldn't beat me even if you had the megabites of the "Ninth Playstation."
Like fermantaion, my rhymes are perfectly made; they be "top-notch."
While the only grapes you crush are those two between your crotch.
Winning for you is what they call a "long-shot."
The odds would be you pulling the slot lever and hitting the jack-pot.
My rhymes are red hot while you are on the sidelines cheering like a mascot.
As I constantly "shit on you" like you were a "Johnny-on-the-spot."