God Of War
01-27-2013, 02:28 PM
posted on 1/11/01
XtReMiTy
Nexus? More like a Lexus because all the guys "ride~you"/
So stop fronting we all know ur gay, and we don't like being "lied~2"/
U prolly a transvestite wearing a bra and lace/
And that ain't a fade that's ur hair running away from ur face/
Desperate fuck, like an illegal immigrant u'd do anything for the "green"/
But like Dockers for hiphip, you don't carry the "right jean"/
Like a stingy shopper u always look for pants ½ off/
And u even get hard when the doctor tells to cough/
Battling me is like listening to 2 mutes carry a conversation/
Ur easier to hit on then a college slut out on spring vacation/
If u were shaq u still wouldn't have the right "stuff"/
Ur like a puddle try to be "ruff ruff"/
Ur rhymes got no flavor like a stale snack/
And even if u worked for NJTRANS u still couldn't lay tracks/
Sorry bitch, ur dad should have shoot u over a sink/
U prolly ended up on this site looking for a link to N`Synk/
Absent 4 a yr. U should have never came back/
U became a mod by ridin' staminas' nut~sac, but ur still wack/
No wonder u changed ur name, I'd be ashamed to be so lame/
Because if u knew voodoo u still couldn't manipulate a brain/
I'm leaving u speechless like ur mom walkin in on you "Whacking~off"/
Leave u making No sense like a toothless bitch "jaking~floss"/
NeXuS
Don Fancesco, prepare to die...
Francesco wouldn't be the Don if his last name was Johnson
Speaking of "johnsons", get off mine, serve you if you really want some
Your skill are like that band Spinal Tap...they don't exist
My verse has you shook more than an earthquake during epileptic fits
You shit your panties, don't ante up when you're gambling wit your life
Cuz that's as smart as midgets fighting giants for manhandling their wife
You think all because you're Italian that it makes you a mobster
You're just an imposter that slicks his hair and talks about pasta
Linquini and fetucini, I "school you" like Mr. Feenie
On Boy Meets World, rub me the wrong way and face the wrath of this genie
While you cover up like beanies that your skill level is pathetic
You're so sweet your verse could probably sugar shock a diabetic
You couldn't get off in a verse if your rhymes were pornographic
As you get stretched out like elastic flipped in my gymnastic
Delivery, you winning this is like a reoccurance of chivalry
It just won't happen, like looking up the skirt of the Statue of Liberty
You're cheap thrills, I keep skills on hand at all moments
You and a mic don't match, you two are incompatible components
Like I was wielding the Sword of Omens my battle cry is calling you a HO!!!!
Don's response to another battle with this veteran was "NO!!!!!
XtReMiTy
Nexus? More like a Lexus because all the guys "ride~you"/
So stop fronting we all know ur gay, and we don't like being "lied~2"/
U prolly a transvestite wearing a bra and lace/
And that ain't a fade that's ur hair running away from ur face/
Desperate fuck, like an illegal immigrant u'd do anything for the "green"/
But like Dockers for hiphip, you don't carry the "right jean"/
Like a stingy shopper u always look for pants ½ off/
And u even get hard when the doctor tells to cough/
Battling me is like listening to 2 mutes carry a conversation/
Ur easier to hit on then a college slut out on spring vacation/
If u were shaq u still wouldn't have the right "stuff"/
Ur like a puddle try to be "ruff ruff"/
Ur rhymes got no flavor like a stale snack/
And even if u worked for NJTRANS u still couldn't lay tracks/
Sorry bitch, ur dad should have shoot u over a sink/
U prolly ended up on this site looking for a link to N`Synk/
Absent 4 a yr. U should have never came back/
U became a mod by ridin' staminas' nut~sac, but ur still wack/
No wonder u changed ur name, I'd be ashamed to be so lame/
Because if u knew voodoo u still couldn't manipulate a brain/
I'm leaving u speechless like ur mom walkin in on you "Whacking~off"/
Leave u making No sense like a toothless bitch "jaking~floss"/
NeXuS
Don Fancesco, prepare to die...
Francesco wouldn't be the Don if his last name was Johnson
Speaking of "johnsons", get off mine, serve you if you really want some
Your skill are like that band Spinal Tap...they don't exist
My verse has you shook more than an earthquake during epileptic fits
You shit your panties, don't ante up when you're gambling wit your life
Cuz that's as smart as midgets fighting giants for manhandling their wife
You think all because you're Italian that it makes you a mobster
You're just an imposter that slicks his hair and talks about pasta
Linquini and fetucini, I "school you" like Mr. Feenie
On Boy Meets World, rub me the wrong way and face the wrath of this genie
While you cover up like beanies that your skill level is pathetic
You're so sweet your verse could probably sugar shock a diabetic
You couldn't get off in a verse if your rhymes were pornographic
As you get stretched out like elastic flipped in my gymnastic
Delivery, you winning this is like a reoccurance of chivalry
It just won't happen, like looking up the skirt of the Statue of Liberty
You're cheap thrills, I keep skills on hand at all moments
You and a mic don't match, you two are incompatible components
Like I was wielding the Sword of Omens my battle cry is calling you a HO!!!!
Don's response to another battle with this veteran was "NO!!!!!