trap.
01-28-2013, 01:15 AM
01-22-2002
Little Timmy’s Verse:
Scientific
With Electro Magnetic pulse energy/
I illuminate each segment you convulse into me/
I battle the battery that supports your collective/
At the waist I have confused and contorted your connection/
Of your own self sufficient energy power source/
You get blasted back with a galleon laser that’s yours of course/
Si-Borg your Artificial Intelligence is irrelevant/
And even your adolescent innocence will catch hell again (like last time)/
Go ahead and sit down I’ll wipe the seat/
Strike my words anywhere and they might cause heat/
(Like light anywhere matches)
Virus scan completed/ your program’s deleted/
Your style is coo, I’ll admit its hard to beat it/
But in your hardware I have just completed/
The downloading of memory just for you to believe it (more gore)/
Your Style
In “cold weather” like “Culpepper” ((Dante) Q.B. Of the Vikings)/
I toss your third loss to leave it/
Like “Randy Moss” you respect your boss/
And jump up quick to receive it/
(The argument Randy Moss had with his Head coach,
Ended with them playing catch)
My Style
You think you get money with each win/
So you got “Rich” and battled the “Core”/
But with the lack of memory left/
there's now no room for you to compute the gore/
What I delivere to you is painful/
Not for you but for me it is shameful/
To have known you back when you had skills/
After I drown you/then I will realize/
That this is the start of you growing gills (you’re used to losing)/
Hey now that I’m done/you can wade through my cum/
Cause I have just completed this jizzing (all on your face B***h/
My rhymes are on fire/hot as the “Esquire”(a magazine)/
There so damn hot, man, their sizziling/
BYE B***H!!!
I mean By Guy!
Si-Borg (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=8410)
Si's verse:
Wtf!!! Not "you again" I confuse this "stupid man"
And "use his chin" as a punchin bag before the "music ends"
Fuck a "punchin bag" I'll "stomp this fag" on his "fuckin back"
til his "lungs detach" and I can see what kinda "lunch he had"
The "masked man" wit a "backhand" to have this "cat scanned"
to show "half his fans" that he's really a "blackman"
claimin to be white so my "Mad Klans" won't have you stuffed in a "trashcan"
wrapped in an "afgan" layin right next to ya "DADS Hands"
Fuck a "Patriot" I'm the "Craziest" "Atheus"
while this bitch is still denyin what fuckin "RACE HE IS"
Since the last battle I've been "wantin to gorge you" but I'm "gonna ignore you"
cuz the verses you had in that battle... I spit "some of em for you"
who you "gonna report to" Now that I'm bein "selfish huh?"
Somebody "help this punk" before I begin to "Self Destruct"
Fuck your "style switch" your a fuckin "childish" "CHILD BITCH!!!"
My "wild whips" slashin your back '911' times while I smile as you "DIAL it"
Get a "Revivalist!!" to "revive this bitch" "he's dyin quick"
Here's the "final diss" that I spit while his "Vitals slip"
Fuck you Timmy you need to stop "Rydin my dick"
Get off we just "arrived at the ditch" your "dyin in BITCH!"
Ready for "lift off" I rip ya "Tits off" and Tie em in "SLIPKNOTS"
slip ya "disk off" ya pelvis so I can watch ya "HIP HOP"
Waitin for ROUND 3 TIMMY ohh
Little Timmy’s Verse:
Scientific
With Electro Magnetic pulse energy/
I illuminate each segment you convulse into me/
I battle the battery that supports your collective/
At the waist I have confused and contorted your connection/
Of your own self sufficient energy power source/
You get blasted back with a galleon laser that’s yours of course/
Si-Borg your Artificial Intelligence is irrelevant/
And even your adolescent innocence will catch hell again (like last time)/
Go ahead and sit down I’ll wipe the seat/
Strike my words anywhere and they might cause heat/
(Like light anywhere matches)
Virus scan completed/ your program’s deleted/
Your style is coo, I’ll admit its hard to beat it/
But in your hardware I have just completed/
The downloading of memory just for you to believe it (more gore)/
Your Style
In “cold weather” like “Culpepper” ((Dante) Q.B. Of the Vikings)/
I toss your third loss to leave it/
Like “Randy Moss” you respect your boss/
And jump up quick to receive it/
(The argument Randy Moss had with his Head coach,
Ended with them playing catch)
My Style
You think you get money with each win/
So you got “Rich” and battled the “Core”/
But with the lack of memory left/
there's now no room for you to compute the gore/
What I delivere to you is painful/
Not for you but for me it is shameful/
To have known you back when you had skills/
After I drown you/then I will realize/
That this is the start of you growing gills (you’re used to losing)/
Hey now that I’m done/you can wade through my cum/
Cause I have just completed this jizzing (all on your face B***h/
My rhymes are on fire/hot as the “Esquire”(a magazine)/
There so damn hot, man, their sizziling/
BYE B***H!!!
I mean By Guy!
Si-Borg (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=8410)
Si's verse:
Wtf!!! Not "you again" I confuse this "stupid man"
And "use his chin" as a punchin bag before the "music ends"
Fuck a "punchin bag" I'll "stomp this fag" on his "fuckin back"
til his "lungs detach" and I can see what kinda "lunch he had"
The "masked man" wit a "backhand" to have this "cat scanned"
to show "half his fans" that he's really a "blackman"
claimin to be white so my "Mad Klans" won't have you stuffed in a "trashcan"
wrapped in an "afgan" layin right next to ya "DADS Hands"
Fuck a "Patriot" I'm the "Craziest" "Atheus"
while this bitch is still denyin what fuckin "RACE HE IS"
Since the last battle I've been "wantin to gorge you" but I'm "gonna ignore you"
cuz the verses you had in that battle... I spit "some of em for you"
who you "gonna report to" Now that I'm bein "selfish huh?"
Somebody "help this punk" before I begin to "Self Destruct"
Fuck your "style switch" your a fuckin "childish" "CHILD BITCH!!!"
My "wild whips" slashin your back '911' times while I smile as you "DIAL it"
Get a "Revivalist!!" to "revive this bitch" "he's dyin quick"
Here's the "final diss" that I spit while his "Vitals slip"
Fuck you Timmy you need to stop "Rydin my dick"
Get off we just "arrived at the ditch" your "dyin in BITCH!"
Ready for "lift off" I rip ya "Tits off" and Tie em in "SLIPKNOTS"
slip ya "disk off" ya pelvis so I can watch ya "HIP HOP"
Waitin for ROUND 3 TIMMY ohh