trap.
02-02-2013, 03:23 PM
Creatical
Cre’ spits plasma, just quit with ya’ yappin’
I’ll have you spread out all over the place like Mr. Fantastic
For a hate of wack shit, I’ll call out this rapper
And then you’ll end up flying through more walls than Casper
I eat MC’s alive, this kid should reckon,
Cos if he dope… I’m shittin’ ki’s like the dog in Gone in 60 Seconds
I ain’t worried, you’ll burn and see a grave,
You’re verses show nothing but ass, like Howard Stern at the VMA’s
Back up… I slay kids who be rhyming goofy
You act tough but don’t say shit, like ya’ in a silent movie
Fuckin’ chickenhead, I know that you go down south
You been suckin’ so much dick you got stretch marks around ya’ mouth
This is an easy dub… Vad’ ain’t even a glitch in my plan
So many wrinkles on his albino ass, he look like the Michelin man
You should grab some Clearasil or find a dermo and get to meet her,
Cos it ain’t right to have the Catskills for a physical feature
Ya’ skin is glued… The shit’s sickening
You’re pasty white but still can’t seem to stick to winning
There’s o kidding, a word should be said,
That your ears aren’t supposed to be perpendicular to ya’ head
You’re garb, so I’ll dog on ya’ to prove the point
That you just a bitch tryna rap, like Monica on her new joint
Ya’ lookin’ like ya’ might be dyin’ early fellow,
You been smokin’ so much cock ya’ teeth are turning yellow
Dawg, You won’t pass me for the win,
You look like you got a pair ass-cheeks for a chin
And you ought’a know that somethen’s wrong,
When you look like the shit Jaba the Hut was grubbin’ on
Naw… That ain’t it, that was a lie,
You look like that fucka’ that was fixing Anakin’s ride
Atleast you’ll finally realize how well you cannot battle,
When chalk’s on the pavement outlining ya’ 12 o’clock shadow
vs
Vadik
42-1, Aloe vs. Creatical
BLADOW
Now y'all probably wonder what this riddle is for
Well, the first line was me reminiscing while bored
And the second line, that's Creatical hitting the floor
See, Cre's the weakest dude, no need to speak to you
Even FreeQ defeated you, and I shut him out
Top seed in Eastern too, who the fuck's this clown?
Fuck your beef, your crew, we've seen you lose
Aight crackbaby,
Frightening lines is what you're mssing in your text
Although a Cre EP would scare the listeners to death
Cause you got short set-ups & all, yet those flows are worse
Plus I'd tell you to get skills...but get yo' shoulders first
You skinny muh'fucka, please don't act like you run streets
Cre lacks muscles, notice he could put two arms in one sleeve
C'mon now, Cousin Boneless, you ain't all that smart
I got a bone to pick with you, but I'm scared you'll fall apart
Kid's garbage at choosing names, shit's truly hopeless son
If ya name yourself after a Wu album..at least pick the dopest one
Most of ya wins are noshows, your record? I ain't believe it
Create a dick, and I'm not telling you to make a penis
I'ma take the law in my own hands, then I'll break the rules
And proceed to drop wisdom, like Moses did to ancient Jews...FUCKA
Cre’ spits plasma, just quit with ya’ yappin’
I’ll have you spread out all over the place like Mr. Fantastic
For a hate of wack shit, I’ll call out this rapper
And then you’ll end up flying through more walls than Casper
I eat MC’s alive, this kid should reckon,
Cos if he dope… I’m shittin’ ki’s like the dog in Gone in 60 Seconds
I ain’t worried, you’ll burn and see a grave,
You’re verses show nothing but ass, like Howard Stern at the VMA’s
Back up… I slay kids who be rhyming goofy
You act tough but don’t say shit, like ya’ in a silent movie
Fuckin’ chickenhead, I know that you go down south
You been suckin’ so much dick you got stretch marks around ya’ mouth
This is an easy dub… Vad’ ain’t even a glitch in my plan
So many wrinkles on his albino ass, he look like the Michelin man
You should grab some Clearasil or find a dermo and get to meet her,
Cos it ain’t right to have the Catskills for a physical feature
Ya’ skin is glued… The shit’s sickening
You’re pasty white but still can’t seem to stick to winning
There’s o kidding, a word should be said,
That your ears aren’t supposed to be perpendicular to ya’ head
You’re garb, so I’ll dog on ya’ to prove the point
That you just a bitch tryna rap, like Monica on her new joint
Ya’ lookin’ like ya’ might be dyin’ early fellow,
You been smokin’ so much cock ya’ teeth are turning yellow
Dawg, You won’t pass me for the win,
You look like you got a pair ass-cheeks for a chin
And you ought’a know that somethen’s wrong,
When you look like the shit Jaba the Hut was grubbin’ on
Naw… That ain’t it, that was a lie,
You look like that fucka’ that was fixing Anakin’s ride
Atleast you’ll finally realize how well you cannot battle,
When chalk’s on the pavement outlining ya’ 12 o’clock shadow
vs
Vadik
42-1, Aloe vs. Creatical
BLADOW
Now y'all probably wonder what this riddle is for
Well, the first line was me reminiscing while bored
And the second line, that's Creatical hitting the floor
See, Cre's the weakest dude, no need to speak to you
Even FreeQ defeated you, and I shut him out
Top seed in Eastern too, who the fuck's this clown?
Fuck your beef, your crew, we've seen you lose
Aight crackbaby,
Frightening lines is what you're mssing in your text
Although a Cre EP would scare the listeners to death
Cause you got short set-ups & all, yet those flows are worse
Plus I'd tell you to get skills...but get yo' shoulders first
You skinny muh'fucka, please don't act like you run streets
Cre lacks muscles, notice he could put two arms in one sleeve
C'mon now, Cousin Boneless, you ain't all that smart
I got a bone to pick with you, but I'm scared you'll fall apart
Kid's garbage at choosing names, shit's truly hopeless son
If ya name yourself after a Wu album..at least pick the dopest one
Most of ya wins are noshows, your record? I ain't believe it
Create a dick, and I'm not telling you to make a penis
I'ma take the law in my own hands, then I'll break the rules
And proceed to drop wisdom, like Moses did to ancient Jews...FUCKA