trap.
02-02-2013, 05:39 PM
Tha enemy minD:
Whos the first in the minds way? This vermin must like pain
Each word that I write may cut like surgical knife blades
Im circlin my prey check hes holdin a cross
You couldn’t hurdle THIS obstacle but maybe someday youll get over the loss
Must’ve been smokin that pot hittin the crackpipe last night
My jabs might sting like you got stabbed by ***ti
And it gets worser then that, your internals’ll crack
Im really undercover pest control, ridding this tourney of ‘rats
To work a contract, while the judges have this verdict to hatch…
Was it his own stupidity or Tha enemy minD that murdered this cat?
Who knows or wonders?
The foes I punish total in numbers that’s close to hundreds
Each blow is thunderous While borat stands in fear, froze like tundras
Noone wanted to see the gothic one get his props
But now that I’ve killed Tha rat so theres noone that’ll run to the cops
Sime summoned me ock this match is simple im enjoyin it
We wanted the wackness level kept down but then you entered and just SPOILED it!!!
Youll get destroyed for this, tha gods risin like mercury fool
Covered ‘rats window of opportunity and now its curtains for you…
Your certain to lose but lets compare and contrast these special themes
Because Im the best 6th spot and you’re the worst 11th I’ve ever seen
Yes indeed your yesteryears yarn to commentators
Because Tha minDs got this thread locked like moderators!!!
All I got is flava so kid believe what I word
I got this tourney sewn when I bury this seed in the dirt
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ThaBoRat:
i hate the Enemy~Mind, even though i act friendly~at~times//
i'm not you're type, the type to get plugged by men~from~behind//
i'm glad i'm underestimated, seeded in double~digits//
ur throwin' low~blows, so~low they wouldn't trouble~midgets//
even with your best~spit, ur punches still get deflected//
i'm like a prom date's hair, not to be messed~with//
you and wack fit together like a crook~in~a~jail//
i'm so fast i make light speed look~like~a~snail//
this loss? you took~it~and~bailed, trying to save~face//
shippin' you out of town, like Africans during the slave~days//
you damn female, you're not more of a man just cuz your chest~is~hairy//
supposed to be mad in march, this match has got you angry in february//
i'm the cream~of~the~crop, and i just creamed~on~your~crop//
so when you eat your corn, it'll have some semen~on~top//
your script's~worthless, my sick~verses is what i kill~my~foes~with//
you're a "fake sucker", like prostitues with silicone~lips//
my rhymes are tangible; come through the screen to make your heart~stop//
you wack phony, you're "foul" like offensive charge~flops//
i'm a fully frontal man, while this homo sticks~to~the~rear//
while he's twitching~with~fear, i stand tall; the victor~is~clear//
my Enemy's not going for the win, he's trying to save~his~pride//
shitting his pants, but telling himself he's brave~inside//
it's okay~to~cry, i would too if i knew my hard fought~bout//
was against some dude who, if i did my best, i'd still get knocked~out//
it's not~doubt that leaves you scared, it's knowing~the~fact//
you're~openly~wack, and you can't even flow~with~ThaRat//
i'm sick of stupid~foes, who have corny, goofy~flows//
oh well, that's one down, and only sixty two~to~go//
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Final:
ThaBoRat (13) - Tha enemy minD (6) - Tie (1)
Whos the first in the minds way? This vermin must like pain
Each word that I write may cut like surgical knife blades
Im circlin my prey check hes holdin a cross
You couldn’t hurdle THIS obstacle but maybe someday youll get over the loss
Must’ve been smokin that pot hittin the crackpipe last night
My jabs might sting like you got stabbed by ***ti
And it gets worser then that, your internals’ll crack
Im really undercover pest control, ridding this tourney of ‘rats
To work a contract, while the judges have this verdict to hatch…
Was it his own stupidity or Tha enemy minD that murdered this cat?
Who knows or wonders?
The foes I punish total in numbers that’s close to hundreds
Each blow is thunderous While borat stands in fear, froze like tundras
Noone wanted to see the gothic one get his props
But now that I’ve killed Tha rat so theres noone that’ll run to the cops
Sime summoned me ock this match is simple im enjoyin it
We wanted the wackness level kept down but then you entered and just SPOILED it!!!
Youll get destroyed for this, tha gods risin like mercury fool
Covered ‘rats window of opportunity and now its curtains for you…
Your certain to lose but lets compare and contrast these special themes
Because Im the best 6th spot and you’re the worst 11th I’ve ever seen
Yes indeed your yesteryears yarn to commentators
Because Tha minDs got this thread locked like moderators!!!
All I got is flava so kid believe what I word
I got this tourney sewn when I bury this seed in the dirt
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ThaBoRat:
i hate the Enemy~Mind, even though i act friendly~at~times//
i'm not you're type, the type to get plugged by men~from~behind//
i'm glad i'm underestimated, seeded in double~digits//
ur throwin' low~blows, so~low they wouldn't trouble~midgets//
even with your best~spit, ur punches still get deflected//
i'm like a prom date's hair, not to be messed~with//
you and wack fit together like a crook~in~a~jail//
i'm so fast i make light speed look~like~a~snail//
this loss? you took~it~and~bailed, trying to save~face//
shippin' you out of town, like Africans during the slave~days//
you damn female, you're not more of a man just cuz your chest~is~hairy//
supposed to be mad in march, this match has got you angry in february//
i'm the cream~of~the~crop, and i just creamed~on~your~crop//
so when you eat your corn, it'll have some semen~on~top//
your script's~worthless, my sick~verses is what i kill~my~foes~with//
you're a "fake sucker", like prostitues with silicone~lips//
my rhymes are tangible; come through the screen to make your heart~stop//
you wack phony, you're "foul" like offensive charge~flops//
i'm a fully frontal man, while this homo sticks~to~the~rear//
while he's twitching~with~fear, i stand tall; the victor~is~clear//
my Enemy's not going for the win, he's trying to save~his~pride//
shitting his pants, but telling himself he's brave~inside//
it's okay~to~cry, i would too if i knew my hard fought~bout//
was against some dude who, if i did my best, i'd still get knocked~out//
it's not~doubt that leaves you scared, it's knowing~the~fact//
you're~openly~wack, and you can't even flow~with~ThaRat//
i'm sick of stupid~foes, who have corny, goofy~flows//
oh well, that's one down, and only sixty two~to~go//
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Final:
ThaBoRat (13) - Tha enemy minD (6) - Tie (1)