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02-02-2013, 05:45 PM
Your Pimp Galv:
Most likely, you're going to see a verse from Sign7 depicting a version of our
fateful meeting on Feb 23, 2002 but don't believe a thing it says. He's lying.
Here's how it really went down...
You're not an emcee or a rapper, you're not even an artist
battling 2 cotton balls and a wet sponge, you're not even the hardest
I'm leavin' ya scarred with, lacerations and abrasions
like a stressed out surgeon that's flipped and hackin' patients
'cuz I don't have the patience, to deal with trifle punks
whose only "hit" they deserve is from a rifle's butt
stifle up, in other words shut your mouth simple bitch
ya' rhymes lack flavor but YOU'RE more fruity than Skittles® is
little kids, got no place fuckin around in Galv's domain
you saw me as your opponent and left ya' trousers stained
I'm takin' ya' out the game, ya' don't even deserve to ride the bench
and the rhymes ya' KICK? Odor Eaters® couldn't hide the stench
I heard ya' e-mailed folks for votes & said you'd buy them all jackets
but you're so fucking dumb you went and bribed the wrong brackets
stupid faggot, tryin' to buy a win, sorry, try again
I'm "poundin' you & talkin' shit" like you're pints of Heineken
I'm designed to win, ya' destined to lose from the start
wishin you were "tough shit" but you'd get bruised from a fart
go on the discussion board postin messages wishin me luck
but you couldn't get "under" my skin if you was liftin me up
this kid isn't rough, you get "black eyes" readin' my text
from all the PUNCH-lines hittin you and this ain't even my best
battle text is like like casual sex, my goal's knockin this nut out
you knew it'd be a hard match but never thought ya'd get shut out
but ya luck's out, I'm surprised you even made the cut Sign
no really, how'd ya' do it, did you pay... or suck Sime?
you ain't a tough guy, you lack the competence
you're so damn sorry, callin' you wack's a compliment
ya' actin confident, but it's a front that I can read through
this is a practice round for me, I don't need to TRY to beat you
see dude, I won this but I'll leave that for the crowd to call it
they know you just got "ripped" in more bars than alcoholics!
"Dang, he's right. I suck. Galv wins."
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Sign7:
Galv blaze this round? nah like chili beans I’m smashin’ up ya hotness...
An’ if not for jaykrupp you’d be tha wackest of this conference...
Back it up an’ drop it, tha mic’s too heavy, this feeble dude’s weak...
Ya shit’s floppin’ in more ways than P’s single, OOOOOWHEEEE!...
You got a better seed but nobody can bash ur face quite like this...
Ya verses’re scripted worse than new season Saturday Night Live skits...
This bastard’s fake, why try kid? you too old but still explore tha sites...
Rusty fuck’ll probly forget what his verse is for before he writes...
Voters ignore ya (w)rights, you had writer’s block for tha last seven years...
Sign’s in his prime days what makes you think you’ll get past 7 here?...
I got secret info, this FLAMIN’ fag loves cyberin’ fireman...
To spice up his life, now that you hurt, enjoy cyber retirement...
I’m tha Viking of violence tha last man that’s taken lightly...
Sime had to promise Galv a pension plan to make him fight
gonna break him slightly, try to avoid permanent damage...
Cuz you gonna wanna rematch when you get voted out of tournament standings...
Determined to hand this L by a landslide, boulders make ‘im jump...
An’ crush this fuckin’ talent lackin’ overrated chump...
These words are educated wit facts, no fake could swindle mine...
By tha power vested in me I pronounce you fuckin’ dead by tha grace of simple sime...
You’ll have a stroke before it’s over, I’ma stalk while you strapped in tha hearse...
In death you dream of death, tha memory of a killer’s masked in my verse...
Yo ass is in church prayin’ to God I cut you some slack...
Slack ain’t all that’s cut, on ya knees at tha Rev, switchblade stuck in ya back...
Galv’s duckin’ tha fact that brave or bolder he knows his days’re over...
Now that I’m here it’s like Christians goin’ Atheist ya fans gave you tha Pagan shoulder...
My grace is colder while Galv’s warmin’ up he obtains a frozen pen...
Barely made it, now facin‘ me, you got fucked twice pornos of Olsen twins...
Galv bolted in, gave me props in discussion, then darted away...
Just like you ran from bullies, then HG, fuckin’ pussy ya life started this way...
I’ve played tha cards on this fake, he ain’t shit since his pals have gone...
Ren, SinTacks, hell even his existing buddies chuckle at Galvatron...
Sign and victory make a couple like organized sports an’ fouls...
GOT MY W BITCH?!?! *SMACK* NOW WHO’S YOUR PIMP GALV!!!!!
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Final:
Your Pimp Galv (19) - Sign7 (0)
Most likely, you're going to see a verse from Sign7 depicting a version of our
fateful meeting on Feb 23, 2002 but don't believe a thing it says. He's lying.
Here's how it really went down...
You're not an emcee or a rapper, you're not even an artist
battling 2 cotton balls and a wet sponge, you're not even the hardest
I'm leavin' ya scarred with, lacerations and abrasions
like a stressed out surgeon that's flipped and hackin' patients
'cuz I don't have the patience, to deal with trifle punks
whose only "hit" they deserve is from a rifle's butt
stifle up, in other words shut your mouth simple bitch
ya' rhymes lack flavor but YOU'RE more fruity than Skittles® is
little kids, got no place fuckin around in Galv's domain
you saw me as your opponent and left ya' trousers stained
I'm takin' ya' out the game, ya' don't even deserve to ride the bench
and the rhymes ya' KICK? Odor Eaters® couldn't hide the stench
I heard ya' e-mailed folks for votes & said you'd buy them all jackets
but you're so fucking dumb you went and bribed the wrong brackets
stupid faggot, tryin' to buy a win, sorry, try again
I'm "poundin' you & talkin' shit" like you're pints of Heineken
I'm designed to win, ya' destined to lose from the start
wishin you were "tough shit" but you'd get bruised from a fart
go on the discussion board postin messages wishin me luck
but you couldn't get "under" my skin if you was liftin me up
this kid isn't rough, you get "black eyes" readin' my text
from all the PUNCH-lines hittin you and this ain't even my best
battle text is like like casual sex, my goal's knockin this nut out
you knew it'd be a hard match but never thought ya'd get shut out
but ya luck's out, I'm surprised you even made the cut Sign
no really, how'd ya' do it, did you pay... or suck Sime?
you ain't a tough guy, you lack the competence
you're so damn sorry, callin' you wack's a compliment
ya' actin confident, but it's a front that I can read through
this is a practice round for me, I don't need to TRY to beat you
see dude, I won this but I'll leave that for the crowd to call it
they know you just got "ripped" in more bars than alcoholics!
"Dang, he's right. I suck. Galv wins."
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Sign7:
Galv blaze this round? nah like chili beans I’m smashin’ up ya hotness...
An’ if not for jaykrupp you’d be tha wackest of this conference...
Back it up an’ drop it, tha mic’s too heavy, this feeble dude’s weak...
Ya shit’s floppin’ in more ways than P’s single, OOOOOWHEEEE!...
You got a better seed but nobody can bash ur face quite like this...
Ya verses’re scripted worse than new season Saturday Night Live skits...
This bastard’s fake, why try kid? you too old but still explore tha sites...
Rusty fuck’ll probly forget what his verse is for before he writes...
Voters ignore ya (w)rights, you had writer’s block for tha last seven years...
Sign’s in his prime days what makes you think you’ll get past 7 here?...
I got secret info, this FLAMIN’ fag loves cyberin’ fireman...
To spice up his life, now that you hurt, enjoy cyber retirement...
I’m tha Viking of violence tha last man that’s taken lightly...
Sime had to promise Galv a pension plan to make him fight
gonna break him slightly, try to avoid permanent damage...
Cuz you gonna wanna rematch when you get voted out of tournament standings...
Determined to hand this L by a landslide, boulders make ‘im jump...
An’ crush this fuckin’ talent lackin’ overrated chump...
These words are educated wit facts, no fake could swindle mine...
By tha power vested in me I pronounce you fuckin’ dead by tha grace of simple sime...
You’ll have a stroke before it’s over, I’ma stalk while you strapped in tha hearse...
In death you dream of death, tha memory of a killer’s masked in my verse...
Yo ass is in church prayin’ to God I cut you some slack...
Slack ain’t all that’s cut, on ya knees at tha Rev, switchblade stuck in ya back...
Galv’s duckin’ tha fact that brave or bolder he knows his days’re over...
Now that I’m here it’s like Christians goin’ Atheist ya fans gave you tha Pagan shoulder...
My grace is colder while Galv’s warmin’ up he obtains a frozen pen...
Barely made it, now facin‘ me, you got fucked twice pornos of Olsen twins...
Galv bolted in, gave me props in discussion, then darted away...
Just like you ran from bullies, then HG, fuckin’ pussy ya life started this way...
I’ve played tha cards on this fake, he ain’t shit since his pals have gone...
Ren, SinTacks, hell even his existing buddies chuckle at Galvatron...
Sign and victory make a couple like organized sports an’ fouls...
GOT MY W BITCH?!?! *SMACK* NOW WHO’S YOUR PIMP GALV!!!!!
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Final:
Your Pimp Galv (19) - Sign7 (0)