trap.
02-02-2013, 03:08 PM
Balth's Verse:
Sin. Slay. Swift.
Bitch, take a look at your pic, cause we could tell it's horrible, Fract,
when I say ya shook I'm describing your last withdrawal from crack/
Cause it’s probable that., the rumors are true, how amateurs beat ya,
plus how the fuck can ya fight, if ya cursed with Canibus’ features?/
Your Stamina’s Weaker…rock a wife beater to show you’re Tight,
when you couldn’t even beat ya dick if it was trying to throw the fight/
So kids know I’m right, to say this Canibus clone’s fronting he’s ill,
though it’s too bad Fract got his father’s looks, but none of his skill/
And I’m sonning you still, in that your plan to win just fell through,
though with those lips, the fact ya sucking dicks for votes, is still true/
So let me know to who the L's due, cuz just from seeing you clown,
it looks like someone already beat me, to, beating you down/
Cuz I’m about pleasing the crowd, so about the truth you’re masking,
how’s there net access in Somolia, if you’re proof that food is lacking?/
“Lose the rapping’s,” what I told Frac, “& I won’t even flaunt the win,”
now, I’ll even talk to Sally Struthers, and see if she’ll sponsor him/
Cuz as Frac’s loss begins, I’ll rock his chin, just slaying this gay kid,
who looks like Jaleel White without glasses, mixed with Alien Nation/
I’m patiently blazing, Tre, I can’t believe you said that you spit,
cause I’d beat you, your shadow, and any name you’re registered with/
So unless it’s ya pic that’s fake, bitch ya claims you’ll win are random,
cause In real life, you couldn’t even survive in a fight with Brandon/
Understand son, Def set up the tourney, so I’d make the Finals,
‘less we’re talking bout the best at giving head, you’ll never take a title/
So your fake recitals with no flow, expose you’ll find you’re the worst,
Since looking at your pic is the only time that you’d shine by your verse/
Blinding me works, although Fract’s spitting against me’s foolish,
I don’t need to post a verse, off the strength of ya looks you’d lose this/
Since I’ll bruise kids, I’ll show Frac on his knees, since the Whore really blows
Cause rappin', Ya chances of success get flattened more than ya nose/
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Fracture's Verse:
Sin.Aint.Shit
The sky-is-blue, and this guy is-dieing-to just tie-his-shoe
^^Those pointless multi’s prove anyone can write like you
Tell ya dad to suck ya dick now, cuz u aint gettin head in a hearse
Wow I jus used a punchline.. I’m already a step ahead of ya verse
Last round ya beat a hospital patient, but it was luck faggot
I should diss Equations cause bitch you fuckin’ sucked at it
Before you posted your pic, I copped Def’s MM war jacket
So the bubbles could cushion my fall when I fell to the floor laughin’
Cause man your nose and ears is a laughable pair
& you’re the only terrorist to grow a turban with his actual hair
Plus the mascara around your eyes really makes your face look evil
& I thought the high top fade went out when House Party made a sequel
You’ll get pity votes from Native n’ Trap, but ya rhymes still trash
& if that’s ya work pic then wheres the rest of the Seinfield cast?
Aloe said I don’t deserve #1, jealous cuz I don’t need even bars??
Sorry Balth, but I’m not dissin you again till your breathing starts..
*Instead of switchin stances, you should switch lines, name, & picture
I’ma predict your shit like Galvs, but only gonna try it once
“Forced rhyme, forced rhyme and then a recycled line from Blunts”
We got one thing in common, even though your worthless son
Cause during craps I roll 7-11…And you look like you work at one
Plus your weak as fuck, nothin u do could hurt me
U aint got ‘nothing in store for me’ cuz im not in the mood for slurpy’s
I’ll let ya ugly ass live, cuz u don’t even have enough respect to kill
Atleast now I know what MMX looks like when he pays the electric bill
Your Osama Bin Kramer AKA the make up wearing bitch rapper
Im Fracture AKA the nigga ya momma wishes she named her kid after
The tourney competitors will say “nice job, I can tell ya improved”
They mean to say “If we didn’t want your vote we’d tell ya the truth”
Everybody nose why your ugly, you make people sick at lunch time
Why should I even have a closer, your verse was my biggest punchline
“Atleast you’ll think you won.”- Oscar De La Hoya
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Sin. Slay. Swift.
Bitch, take a look at your pic, cause we could tell it's horrible, Fract,
when I say ya shook I'm describing your last withdrawal from crack/
Cause it’s probable that., the rumors are true, how amateurs beat ya,
plus how the fuck can ya fight, if ya cursed with Canibus’ features?/
Your Stamina’s Weaker…rock a wife beater to show you’re Tight,
when you couldn’t even beat ya dick if it was trying to throw the fight/
So kids know I’m right, to say this Canibus clone’s fronting he’s ill,
though it’s too bad Fract got his father’s looks, but none of his skill/
And I’m sonning you still, in that your plan to win just fell through,
though with those lips, the fact ya sucking dicks for votes, is still true/
So let me know to who the L's due, cuz just from seeing you clown,
it looks like someone already beat me, to, beating you down/
Cuz I’m about pleasing the crowd, so about the truth you’re masking,
how’s there net access in Somolia, if you’re proof that food is lacking?/
“Lose the rapping’s,” what I told Frac, “& I won’t even flaunt the win,”
now, I’ll even talk to Sally Struthers, and see if she’ll sponsor him/
Cuz as Frac’s loss begins, I’ll rock his chin, just slaying this gay kid,
who looks like Jaleel White without glasses, mixed with Alien Nation/
I’m patiently blazing, Tre, I can’t believe you said that you spit,
cause I’d beat you, your shadow, and any name you’re registered with/
So unless it’s ya pic that’s fake, bitch ya claims you’ll win are random,
cause In real life, you couldn’t even survive in a fight with Brandon/
Understand son, Def set up the tourney, so I’d make the Finals,
‘less we’re talking bout the best at giving head, you’ll never take a title/
So your fake recitals with no flow, expose you’ll find you’re the worst,
Since looking at your pic is the only time that you’d shine by your verse/
Blinding me works, although Fract’s spitting against me’s foolish,
I don’t need to post a verse, off the strength of ya looks you’d lose this/
Since I’ll bruise kids, I’ll show Frac on his knees, since the Whore really blows
Cause rappin', Ya chances of success get flattened more than ya nose/
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Fracture's Verse:
Sin.Aint.Shit
The sky-is-blue, and this guy is-dieing-to just tie-his-shoe
^^Those pointless multi’s prove anyone can write like you
Tell ya dad to suck ya dick now, cuz u aint gettin head in a hearse
Wow I jus used a punchline.. I’m already a step ahead of ya verse
Last round ya beat a hospital patient, but it was luck faggot
I should diss Equations cause bitch you fuckin’ sucked at it
Before you posted your pic, I copped Def’s MM war jacket
So the bubbles could cushion my fall when I fell to the floor laughin’
Cause man your nose and ears is a laughable pair
& you’re the only terrorist to grow a turban with his actual hair
Plus the mascara around your eyes really makes your face look evil
& I thought the high top fade went out when House Party made a sequel
You’ll get pity votes from Native n’ Trap, but ya rhymes still trash
& if that’s ya work pic then wheres the rest of the Seinfield cast?
Aloe said I don’t deserve #1, jealous cuz I don’t need even bars??
Sorry Balth, but I’m not dissin you again till your breathing starts..
*Instead of switchin stances, you should switch lines, name, & picture
I’ma predict your shit like Galvs, but only gonna try it once
“Forced rhyme, forced rhyme and then a recycled line from Blunts”
We got one thing in common, even though your worthless son
Cause during craps I roll 7-11…And you look like you work at one
Plus your weak as fuck, nothin u do could hurt me
U aint got ‘nothing in store for me’ cuz im not in the mood for slurpy’s
I’ll let ya ugly ass live, cuz u don’t even have enough respect to kill
Atleast now I know what MMX looks like when he pays the electric bill
Your Osama Bin Kramer AKA the make up wearing bitch rapper
Im Fracture AKA the nigga ya momma wishes she named her kid after
The tourney competitors will say “nice job, I can tell ya improved”
They mean to say “If we didn’t want your vote we’d tell ya the truth”
Everybody nose why your ugly, you make people sick at lunch time
Why should I even have a closer, your verse was my biggest punchline
“Atleast you’ll think you won.”- Oscar De La Hoya
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