God Of War
01-28-2013, 08:08 PM
posted on 8/5/00
MERCENARY THE DON
I would like everybody to understand that I'm not a battle lyricist. I don't use punchlines, hell why lie, I couldn't define punchline if it was to save my life. So how the hell would I know if I used them?--------Mercenary~1~
Shifty~~~~~
I pack a MAGNUM bigger and DIRTIER than HARRY's/
Spit verses scary/
I'm steady murdering Mercenaries/
Hurting fairies who battle virgins while I'm bursting they Cherries/
Lifting up his skit and barely...saw the kitty cat underneath, he's flirting fairly/
close to the end, soon he'll be under dirt and buried/
blurting very...disturbed rhymes about the Virgin Mary/(I raped her)
But thats another story/
A new rule passed on this board this morning/
It mandatory all of Mercenary's rhymes be dropped in the lavotory/(They shitty)
He tried to implore me and ask why I'm snatching his glory I wouldn't hear it/
I mean what does P.B.L. stand for any way? PRETTY BAD LYRICS/
My rhymes are scorching, burning you if you come near it/
1000 degree flows melting hoes I'm FREE AND CLEAR bitch/
call me SPRINT PCS cause I'm Pissed and Calling-out Suckas/
Mother fuckers like you who don't know how to bring the ruckas/
Get stuck up and JAMmed like SMUCKERS/
For WATCHING WEIGHT like the DUTCHESS/
STEVEN SEGAL style OUT FOR JUSTICE/
on weak emcees who think they could touch this when they only a half man/
I could rap gibberish, slabba dabba graffed blab/
and still anything after that gets laughed at even if it aint half bad/
So spit your wack verse Mercenary and be the first person victimized, hurt, burned, and tossed in a hearse/
6 feet under the Earth in the same box as Paul Kerse/
Your family and friends wear your face on a t-shirt...
Mercenary~~~~~
I ain't even gonna continue this...this shit is rock solid...Every body knows this cat is trash.You only SHIFTY cuz I shake the earth
With crust relocating lines
You only a BACKSTABBER cuz you scared to look me in my eyes
Bitchin' like a chick, that's had a period for months
Just call me a cannibal, cuz I eat fake verbalists for lunch
Shifty, you're shitty like a sewage drain
But like to claim you're the best
Me versus you, is like Nazis fightin' Elliot Nest
It's a total blowout, your style is lame in my eyes
Thinkin' that just because I lose a battle, that my image will die
Who told you that lie? I'll slap `em for you
After I do you like a injured fetus, and lyrically abort you
Take you out the scene, because your flows are deformed
Goin' against me, your concience must be sore
The kind of terror that I bring, is the kind you can afford
Stab you with your own blade, just so you know who's the lord
I'm a god in this game, you're like peasant in chains
Cuz while you simply spit, I proceed to make it rain
You think because you win, that you'll have some sort of respect gained
Only thing you really get, is your mind rearranged
Just because you wanted to know, I'm a Platinum Bound Lyricist
You flow like you lost your tongue, I listen, but I ain't hearin' it
Do you like KFC, I take your chicken ass and begin searin' it
You think because you brought up battle, that I was fearin' you bitch?
Forget the thought you perceived
And feel the sorrow you've received
I'm not even a battle rapper, but I wiped the slate clean
MERCENARY THE DON
I would like everybody to understand that I'm not a battle lyricist. I don't use punchlines, hell why lie, I couldn't define punchline if it was to save my life. So how the hell would I know if I used them?--------Mercenary~1~
Shifty~~~~~
I pack a MAGNUM bigger and DIRTIER than HARRY's/
Spit verses scary/
I'm steady murdering Mercenaries/
Hurting fairies who battle virgins while I'm bursting they Cherries/
Lifting up his skit and barely...saw the kitty cat underneath, he's flirting fairly/
close to the end, soon he'll be under dirt and buried/
blurting very...disturbed rhymes about the Virgin Mary/(I raped her)
But thats another story/
A new rule passed on this board this morning/
It mandatory all of Mercenary's rhymes be dropped in the lavotory/(They shitty)
He tried to implore me and ask why I'm snatching his glory I wouldn't hear it/
I mean what does P.B.L. stand for any way? PRETTY BAD LYRICS/
My rhymes are scorching, burning you if you come near it/
1000 degree flows melting hoes I'm FREE AND CLEAR bitch/
call me SPRINT PCS cause I'm Pissed and Calling-out Suckas/
Mother fuckers like you who don't know how to bring the ruckas/
Get stuck up and JAMmed like SMUCKERS/
For WATCHING WEIGHT like the DUTCHESS/
STEVEN SEGAL style OUT FOR JUSTICE/
on weak emcees who think they could touch this when they only a half man/
I could rap gibberish, slabba dabba graffed blab/
and still anything after that gets laughed at even if it aint half bad/
So spit your wack verse Mercenary and be the first person victimized, hurt, burned, and tossed in a hearse/
6 feet under the Earth in the same box as Paul Kerse/
Your family and friends wear your face on a t-shirt...
Mercenary~~~~~
I ain't even gonna continue this...this shit is rock solid...Every body knows this cat is trash.You only SHIFTY cuz I shake the earth
With crust relocating lines
You only a BACKSTABBER cuz you scared to look me in my eyes
Bitchin' like a chick, that's had a period for months
Just call me a cannibal, cuz I eat fake verbalists for lunch
Shifty, you're shitty like a sewage drain
But like to claim you're the best
Me versus you, is like Nazis fightin' Elliot Nest
It's a total blowout, your style is lame in my eyes
Thinkin' that just because I lose a battle, that my image will die
Who told you that lie? I'll slap `em for you
After I do you like a injured fetus, and lyrically abort you
Take you out the scene, because your flows are deformed
Goin' against me, your concience must be sore
The kind of terror that I bring, is the kind you can afford
Stab you with your own blade, just so you know who's the lord
I'm a god in this game, you're like peasant in chains
Cuz while you simply spit, I proceed to make it rain
You think because you win, that you'll have some sort of respect gained
Only thing you really get, is your mind rearranged
Just because you wanted to know, I'm a Platinum Bound Lyricist
You flow like you lost your tongue, I listen, but I ain't hearin' it
Do you like KFC, I take your chicken ass and begin searin' it
You think because you brought up battle, that I was fearin' you bitch?
Forget the thought you perceived
And feel the sorrow you've received
I'm not even a battle rapper, but I wiped the slate clean