God Of War
01-28-2013, 05:47 PM
posted on 9/28/00
Ink Killer
After this Battle kids are going to need shovels to GET TO YOU ..
And be like this kid tryed to spit to WHO ??!!!
~*~ Let The Battle Begin ~*~
PAR-A-DOX / Can't "SPIT" unless hes sucking on a PAIR-OF-COCKS /
My "PUNCHLINES" made you SCARED- TO-BOX /
You beg the ref to MAKE-IT-STOP /
I'm going to "REMOVE YOUR ASS" so you can "BACK-OFF" /
Watching "PORN MOVIES" is the only way you can "GET-OFF" /
Your SPIT is like "ROBBIN POOP" you ain't "JACK SHIT" /
I'll write rhymes with "SHARPIES" to prove cats I'm on the "FELT-TIP" /
I'll destroy this WACK-GUY / Who trys to ACT-WISE /
SPIT from my "BACKSIDE" to have "NASTY SHIT" where it "ATTRACTS FLIES" /
I'm going "WRECK SHIT" like that last moments of the LIFE of "PRINCESS DI" /
This LYRICAL-CREATURE has you "SHOCK" like SEIZURES /
But you can't "TEST ME" like your a "FIRED-TEACHER" /
I'm all in this "PUSSY" like I'm "MUFFIN"( Muff Diving ) /
You can't "CUM CORRECT" cause your skill is not "NUTTIN" (NOTHIN) /
I spit "FLAMES" where my teeth move out of my MOUTH /
If you were a "HITMAN" you still couldn't "TAKE ME OUT" /
Your style is "FUCKED" like it was "MADE TO LAY" /
This battle is like "CHESSPLAY" /
Move the queen, Move the Horse CHECKMATE !!!!!!
vs.
Pyrodox
I'm in the process of moving to a new pad, so here's a quick keyestyle reply...
Listen kid, don't make me flex, I'd rather kick back on Inq and crack jokes about sex
But you called me out, so now I'm forced to check the width of your neck
By squeezing your pipes with prototype rhymes, the kind you can only find, at PyroTech labs...
I keep all my victims on concrete slabs, I got a place for you next to your mom and dad,
Your dad died with a whimper when I grabbed him and stabbed your and mom was the worst fuck that I've ever had,
Her pussy had scabs and the bitch gave me crabs, now my balls itch and that makes me mad, so I'm taking my bad, attitude out on you...
Ink killer you're through, before you even got started, passed out by the blast of foul gas when I farted,
I eat Funyuns by the dozens, and my farts smell worse than a room full of Muslims that lack hygiene customs,
I'm worse than smelly turds that return once you flushed 'em, and my teeth are still nasty even after I've brushed 'em,
Cause I talk too much shit... little brown chunks float around in my spit
It's a dirty habit, but I won't quit, most kids don't like the taste, so my rhymes never get bit,
And neither your bowels or your vowels are equipped to rip the dookie flavor that I savor...
Old Dirty Bastard, looks like a pastor, next to Pyrodox, my sermons are about inserting cocks into to the love box, which one does Ink got?
I'm convinced he's a bitch 'cause men don't squat, so either shit or get the hell off the pot
But Pyro's got enough shit to talk with absurd-size turds, I shout it out for you in big brown words,
Just let me know what you prefer: adjectives or verbs? Cause I'll be glad to introduce you to verbal abuse
As I produce, moves smooth like Ex-lax, the rhythm of my syntax makes butt-cracks relax,
While I was talking shit based upon facts, Ink killer tried to talk shit back and squeezed out a turd in his Wal-Mart slacks, now every word he utters adds to the stack,
Until his pants are packed, with pieces of feces, and I'm sitting her laughin'
Cause he's trying to clean up with a handful of napkins... when you mess with an asshole like me, SHIT HAPPENS...
Pyro... did inky winky have a naughty oopsy woopsy? it's ok, kid take notes from me and I'll have you potty trained in no time.
Ink Killer
After this Battle kids are going to need shovels to GET TO YOU ..
And be like this kid tryed to spit to WHO ??!!!
~*~ Let The Battle Begin ~*~
PAR-A-DOX / Can't "SPIT" unless hes sucking on a PAIR-OF-COCKS /
My "PUNCHLINES" made you SCARED- TO-BOX /
You beg the ref to MAKE-IT-STOP /
I'm going to "REMOVE YOUR ASS" so you can "BACK-OFF" /
Watching "PORN MOVIES" is the only way you can "GET-OFF" /
Your SPIT is like "ROBBIN POOP" you ain't "JACK SHIT" /
I'll write rhymes with "SHARPIES" to prove cats I'm on the "FELT-TIP" /
I'll destroy this WACK-GUY / Who trys to ACT-WISE /
SPIT from my "BACKSIDE" to have "NASTY SHIT" where it "ATTRACTS FLIES" /
I'm going "WRECK SHIT" like that last moments of the LIFE of "PRINCESS DI" /
This LYRICAL-CREATURE has you "SHOCK" like SEIZURES /
But you can't "TEST ME" like your a "FIRED-TEACHER" /
I'm all in this "PUSSY" like I'm "MUFFIN"( Muff Diving ) /
You can't "CUM CORRECT" cause your skill is not "NUTTIN" (NOTHIN) /
I spit "FLAMES" where my teeth move out of my MOUTH /
If you were a "HITMAN" you still couldn't "TAKE ME OUT" /
Your style is "FUCKED" like it was "MADE TO LAY" /
This battle is like "CHESSPLAY" /
Move the queen, Move the Horse CHECKMATE !!!!!!
vs.
Pyrodox
I'm in the process of moving to a new pad, so here's a quick keyestyle reply...
Listen kid, don't make me flex, I'd rather kick back on Inq and crack jokes about sex
But you called me out, so now I'm forced to check the width of your neck
By squeezing your pipes with prototype rhymes, the kind you can only find, at PyroTech labs...
I keep all my victims on concrete slabs, I got a place for you next to your mom and dad,
Your dad died with a whimper when I grabbed him and stabbed your and mom was the worst fuck that I've ever had,
Her pussy had scabs and the bitch gave me crabs, now my balls itch and that makes me mad, so I'm taking my bad, attitude out on you...
Ink killer you're through, before you even got started, passed out by the blast of foul gas when I farted,
I eat Funyuns by the dozens, and my farts smell worse than a room full of Muslims that lack hygiene customs,
I'm worse than smelly turds that return once you flushed 'em, and my teeth are still nasty even after I've brushed 'em,
Cause I talk too much shit... little brown chunks float around in my spit
It's a dirty habit, but I won't quit, most kids don't like the taste, so my rhymes never get bit,
And neither your bowels or your vowels are equipped to rip the dookie flavor that I savor...
Old Dirty Bastard, looks like a pastor, next to Pyrodox, my sermons are about inserting cocks into to the love box, which one does Ink got?
I'm convinced he's a bitch 'cause men don't squat, so either shit or get the hell off the pot
But Pyro's got enough shit to talk with absurd-size turds, I shout it out for you in big brown words,
Just let me know what you prefer: adjectives or verbs? Cause I'll be glad to introduce you to verbal abuse
As I produce, moves smooth like Ex-lax, the rhythm of my syntax makes butt-cracks relax,
While I was talking shit based upon facts, Ink killer tried to talk shit back and squeezed out a turd in his Wal-Mart slacks, now every word he utters adds to the stack,
Until his pants are packed, with pieces of feces, and I'm sitting her laughin'
Cause he's trying to clean up with a handful of napkins... when you mess with an asshole like me, SHIT HAPPENS...
Pyro... did inky winky have a naughty oopsy woopsy? it's ok, kid take notes from me and I'll have you potty trained in no time.