God Of War
01-27-2013, 02:25 PM
posted on 1/31/01
Dragon369
My name is Dragon your's is TWrex
your words are laggin', compared to Funk Flex
you be pushin a wagon, and i'll leave you with this complex
i put you a bad of plastic, feel my static
with this rap shit, caused my lyrics
to go furyious, you juss curious
about my truest
thoughts of going out fullest
My wordz can make you die when you get fried
i know you tryin to stay alive when i got a 45
and shot you between the eyes
you can't even talk, meanin reply
i got kinda high when i took your life
especially your wife damn shes nice
i don't know why, she even went with you
You posted up stuff that are only good for the blues
Dragon a.k.a. Simon Tupac a.k.a. Makaveli Takin' East & West Side Till I Die
vs.
TWrex
i'm about to be battling this fag-in-drag Dragon Three-Sixty-Nine
bragging as the best freestyler, but won't be ill as my sick design
when you deep-throated my dick, it defined the curve of your spine
ya know my maligned verses are so tight that they come spit-shined
on-line or off-line, i'm always in a verbal prime and i'm out to get mine
you're riding pine while i'm playing fourty-eight with divine rhymes
and if i've told you once, i've told you twenty-nine thousand times
i'll beat you to a pulp and then toss you aside like watermellon rinds
leave you behind, dumb and blind, to be laughed at by all mankind
i peeped your open mic and what did i find? you're lyrically un-inclined
when you saw my challenge, you should have declined and resigned
perhaps it slipped your mind, but this dark cloud wasn't silver lined
it was just an omen of your doom because i'm inclined to be unkind
i have been assigned to swing at your balls harder than Al Kaline
fuck checking the sign, blood's getting spilled like a tipped over stein
call in the nurses and paramedics, your blips have just straight-lined
Dragon369
My name is Dragon your's is TWrex
your words are laggin', compared to Funk Flex
you be pushin a wagon, and i'll leave you with this complex
i put you a bad of plastic, feel my static
with this rap shit, caused my lyrics
to go furyious, you juss curious
about my truest
thoughts of going out fullest
My wordz can make you die when you get fried
i know you tryin to stay alive when i got a 45
and shot you between the eyes
you can't even talk, meanin reply
i got kinda high when i took your life
especially your wife damn shes nice
i don't know why, she even went with you
You posted up stuff that are only good for the blues
Dragon a.k.a. Simon Tupac a.k.a. Makaveli Takin' East & West Side Till I Die
vs.
TWrex
i'm about to be battling this fag-in-drag Dragon Three-Sixty-Nine
bragging as the best freestyler, but won't be ill as my sick design
when you deep-throated my dick, it defined the curve of your spine
ya know my maligned verses are so tight that they come spit-shined
on-line or off-line, i'm always in a verbal prime and i'm out to get mine
you're riding pine while i'm playing fourty-eight with divine rhymes
and if i've told you once, i've told you twenty-nine thousand times
i'll beat you to a pulp and then toss you aside like watermellon rinds
leave you behind, dumb and blind, to be laughed at by all mankind
i peeped your open mic and what did i find? you're lyrically un-inclined
when you saw my challenge, you should have declined and resigned
perhaps it slipped your mind, but this dark cloud wasn't silver lined
it was just an omen of your doom because i'm inclined to be unkind
i have been assigned to swing at your balls harder than Al Kaline
fuck checking the sign, blood's getting spilled like a tipped over stein
call in the nurses and paramedics, your blips have just straight-lined