trap.
02-01-2013, 07:31 PM
Ajax's Verse:
Say what you will about me, but....
I’d rather use Rudge’s style than be Frac’s dwarf clone.
manic D? Ya shit’s more like a half court zone.
My ears are a sizable set,
But, at least, I ain’t got only one that’s growin’ out the side of my neck.
You got it SIDEWAYS. So what, I lack weight,
Your babyfat gangsta lean forced ya pic to Landscape.
And of course I’m gassed up. On the net I’m a fixture;
Your dome’s so huge you couldn’t even fit your whole head in ya picture.
I’m missin’ the bling, I ain’t drivin’ a Lexus,
But, I’ll be damned if I EVER rock fishing wire as a necklace.
Sure I sport my hat like a frat n its supporters,
But shit’s NOTHING compared to the sombrero hangin’ in ya corner.
Ya scared of my pirate rep in this place.
It makes sense - Given your family’s perilous ocean trek to the States.
Callin’ ME the fisherman’s delirious....
Elian here’s got me beat on race, education AND starvin’ immigrant experience.
I spit what a God could relate to....
The breath of fresh air alone comin’ out my right nostril could take you.
Law student’s are FAR from type cool;
But,you’d fail an ESL study in futility at a junior high school.
Slight fool, I may be ugly, but the fact is:
You’re a mixture of Radio’s wit, Rudolph’s nose and Shaq’s lips.
I’m a school nerd, but just TRY to be hard,
And I’ll put my Law Degree from Duke up against your green card....
Game, Set, Match.
ronJ
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Serges Verse:
its like the m-80's i sell, serge keep blowin up on the scene
you so ugly, my fan tilted its head down when you loaded up on the screen
i barely know penicilin, you know medicine with deep burden
of havin lost twice to the prowlers archives with nasifs wordin
i play el mariachi, but your just all time lame
id put ya life in jeopordy if it werent invested in online games
jax say he a tough act to follow, but everyone truly knows
that if that were fact, how johnny depp jackin his movie roles?
n diss the fact that you might think im a fake thug
i'll still shoot ya back up like SPINE was a rape drug
you virgin bitch, loser of a netcee
peep my eyes well, its the last bush youll EVER see
shit happens when clips clappin, serge still rippin shit
but you known to leave a fake impression like my birth certificate
gahead n clown my brows, say that they fake n all
least my whole damn face dont look like its painted on
serge god, IM AN IMMIGRANT! that should give ya some help
cause wearin a wind breaker to text battle you just dissin yaself
like he jogged before he typed, hes left his rep rattled
im an alcoholic, least i dont sip protein shakes before text battles
bet hes proud too as he boldly hunches
that hes the only text rapper with a personal trainer to judge his punches
i hold my own jumpin borders for prowlers, so respect mines
as i respect your jumpin rope for hours thinkin of text lines
Say what you will about me, but....
I’d rather use Rudge’s style than be Frac’s dwarf clone.
manic D? Ya shit’s more like a half court zone.
My ears are a sizable set,
But, at least, I ain’t got only one that’s growin’ out the side of my neck.
You got it SIDEWAYS. So what, I lack weight,
Your babyfat gangsta lean forced ya pic to Landscape.
And of course I’m gassed up. On the net I’m a fixture;
Your dome’s so huge you couldn’t even fit your whole head in ya picture.
I’m missin’ the bling, I ain’t drivin’ a Lexus,
But, I’ll be damned if I EVER rock fishing wire as a necklace.
Sure I sport my hat like a frat n its supporters,
But shit’s NOTHING compared to the sombrero hangin’ in ya corner.
Ya scared of my pirate rep in this place.
It makes sense - Given your family’s perilous ocean trek to the States.
Callin’ ME the fisherman’s delirious....
Elian here’s got me beat on race, education AND starvin’ immigrant experience.
I spit what a God could relate to....
The breath of fresh air alone comin’ out my right nostril could take you.
Law student’s are FAR from type cool;
But,you’d fail an ESL study in futility at a junior high school.
Slight fool, I may be ugly, but the fact is:
You’re a mixture of Radio’s wit, Rudolph’s nose and Shaq’s lips.
I’m a school nerd, but just TRY to be hard,
And I’ll put my Law Degree from Duke up against your green card....
Game, Set, Match.
ronJ
--------------------------------------------------------------
Serges Verse:
its like the m-80's i sell, serge keep blowin up on the scene
you so ugly, my fan tilted its head down when you loaded up on the screen
i barely know penicilin, you know medicine with deep burden
of havin lost twice to the prowlers archives with nasifs wordin
i play el mariachi, but your just all time lame
id put ya life in jeopordy if it werent invested in online games
jax say he a tough act to follow, but everyone truly knows
that if that were fact, how johnny depp jackin his movie roles?
n diss the fact that you might think im a fake thug
i'll still shoot ya back up like SPINE was a rape drug
you virgin bitch, loser of a netcee
peep my eyes well, its the last bush youll EVER see
shit happens when clips clappin, serge still rippin shit
but you known to leave a fake impression like my birth certificate
gahead n clown my brows, say that they fake n all
least my whole damn face dont look like its painted on
serge god, IM AN IMMIGRANT! that should give ya some help
cause wearin a wind breaker to text battle you just dissin yaself
like he jogged before he typed, hes left his rep rattled
im an alcoholic, least i dont sip protein shakes before text battles
bet hes proud too as he boldly hunches
that hes the only text rapper with a personal trainer to judge his punches
i hold my own jumpin borders for prowlers, so respect mines
as i respect your jumpin rope for hours thinkin of text lines