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02-01-2013, 08:16 PM
Tank Tops & Tube Socks- Numskull / Somnio
NumSkull
So to speak against Skull shows you weak...write that you simple
The woes you weep, but I'll hold my piece ...right at your temple
Despite your credentials you get smoked w/ height's..I bomb that
So an uppercut from Skull...leaves you dazed & high..from contact
Knives get launched at ya..rides amusing you site are brusin' you
After this Equation's life'll be an open & shut case..like his funeral
Wreckin apart this gorilla couped up...rip your chest & get smart
Cuz I'll be the one to rattle your cage...that's protecting ya heart!
Say good bye it's nap time...you can make a run for it...past mines
Pulse I'd deflate your verse....but your already used to flat lines
Open these fake's windpipe...you left in a gutter hopelessly waitin..
For ambulance cuz Som plus Skull equals death...kno the equation?
Somnio
I'll strip EQ's skin til he can actually see his Pulse.
Kid only has a mouthful when he & P have a semen toss.
Make ya face & cement cross paths & exchange a few tales.
Dick has a 'role' in ya life, cuz he's the only 'part' goin thru u males.
U dudes fail, and a gased head is the result of these kids winning.
Honestly, yall 2 should of took a lost from the beginning.
Now yall gettin tossed into submission & let the truth speak.
In math class known for erasing 'equations' on my loose leaf.
Make my noose reap the neck of these pathetic clones.
Do the math, I'm dividing these wack cats, minus several bones.
My methods honed? lets see, protesting 'fags' like the truth ads.
Then eating mc's, and spittin em out in chewed slabs.
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Body Parts Through The Mail- Equation / Pulse
Pulse
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An ear, a finger, a nose... it's endless when I'm sendin extremities
Tank Tops & Tube Socks are all that's left, I've dismembered every piece
I'm worthy of worship, y'all need to start sendin some credence
cuz Pulse is no longer 'under God' like the Pledge of Allegiance
study my verses, they're booby-trapped, you'll get hung by the loopholes
tryin to get a 'leg up', you faggots, you'll fuckin lose it like Khujo
these children ain't nuthin... poor souls who got trapped in my dungeon
you're lucky your Skull's numb, so you won't feel it being bludgeoned
Somnio the Insomniac... I'll light this bitch up like thunderous skies
I'll have you tossin & turnin as my fists pack the bags under your eyes
you get Usher-ed out the tourney, 'U Remind Me' of bitches how 'U Got it Bad'
you losers are nuthin but items in the Lost & Found bin at the laundromat
Equation
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slicing your nipples and then remove your eyes from my sickle/
i’ll show you no quarter, but these morons begging for 2 dimes and a nickel/
the abusing ain’t stoppin, we’re the MCs you losers are used to jockin/
haven’t thrown punches and y’all sayin 'Yao!' before the Houston Rockets/
y’all skills are novel shit, i’ll take a knife to start choppin ya tongues/
then rip out our esophagus to see if you can scream from the top of ya lungs/
numskull’s a virgin, how old are you cuz this is getting dumb/
asking your partner for a date is your only hope of getting Som/
we’re the team cats are betting on, Num, you got a hobbling style/
i’m like Gilbert Godfrey cuz of the way i give you a problem, child/
it’ll be a shame y’all fall, but that’s what happens when ya brains are small/
me and Pulse brought our ‘A game’, they didn’t bring ‘a game’ at all/
NumSkull
So to speak against Skull shows you weak...write that you simple
The woes you weep, but I'll hold my piece ...right at your temple
Despite your credentials you get smoked w/ height's..I bomb that
So an uppercut from Skull...leaves you dazed & high..from contact
Knives get launched at ya..rides amusing you site are brusin' you
After this Equation's life'll be an open & shut case..like his funeral
Wreckin apart this gorilla couped up...rip your chest & get smart
Cuz I'll be the one to rattle your cage...that's protecting ya heart!
Say good bye it's nap time...you can make a run for it...past mines
Pulse I'd deflate your verse....but your already used to flat lines
Open these fake's windpipe...you left in a gutter hopelessly waitin..
For ambulance cuz Som plus Skull equals death...kno the equation?
Somnio
I'll strip EQ's skin til he can actually see his Pulse.
Kid only has a mouthful when he & P have a semen toss.
Make ya face & cement cross paths & exchange a few tales.
Dick has a 'role' in ya life, cuz he's the only 'part' goin thru u males.
U dudes fail, and a gased head is the result of these kids winning.
Honestly, yall 2 should of took a lost from the beginning.
Now yall gettin tossed into submission & let the truth speak.
In math class known for erasing 'equations' on my loose leaf.
Make my noose reap the neck of these pathetic clones.
Do the math, I'm dividing these wack cats, minus several bones.
My methods honed? lets see, protesting 'fags' like the truth ads.
Then eating mc's, and spittin em out in chewed slabs.
-----------------------------------------------
Body Parts Through The Mail- Equation / Pulse
Pulse
=====
An ear, a finger, a nose... it's endless when I'm sendin extremities
Tank Tops & Tube Socks are all that's left, I've dismembered every piece
I'm worthy of worship, y'all need to start sendin some credence
cuz Pulse is no longer 'under God' like the Pledge of Allegiance
study my verses, they're booby-trapped, you'll get hung by the loopholes
tryin to get a 'leg up', you faggots, you'll fuckin lose it like Khujo
these children ain't nuthin... poor souls who got trapped in my dungeon
you're lucky your Skull's numb, so you won't feel it being bludgeoned
Somnio the Insomniac... I'll light this bitch up like thunderous skies
I'll have you tossin & turnin as my fists pack the bags under your eyes
you get Usher-ed out the tourney, 'U Remind Me' of bitches how 'U Got it Bad'
you losers are nuthin but items in the Lost & Found bin at the laundromat
Equation
========
slicing your nipples and then remove your eyes from my sickle/
i’ll show you no quarter, but these morons begging for 2 dimes and a nickel/
the abusing ain’t stoppin, we’re the MCs you losers are used to jockin/
haven’t thrown punches and y’all sayin 'Yao!' before the Houston Rockets/
y’all skills are novel shit, i’ll take a knife to start choppin ya tongues/
then rip out our esophagus to see if you can scream from the top of ya lungs/
numskull’s a virgin, how old are you cuz this is getting dumb/
asking your partner for a date is your only hope of getting Som/
we’re the team cats are betting on, Num, you got a hobbling style/
i’m like Gilbert Godfrey cuz of the way i give you a problem, child/
it’ll be a shame y’all fall, but that’s what happens when ya brains are small/
me and Pulse brought our ‘A game’, they didn’t bring ‘a game’ at all/