trap.
02-02-2013, 05:51 PM
Milo:
What the fuck are you thinking? You'll get rushed and sprayed
Theres nothing under my feet to steal, Unless you count your face
Come get played, In this vulgar game I'll pound this dude
And crucify him onto an L... Faggot your bound to lose
My sound surrounds and abuses, It's like this had to be
Wrap your hand around my dick and come to grip with reality
You'll have defeat, Compter geeks get knifed and tossed
He's so text style when I said Word.... He said Microsoft
You want war? This is a warmup for both of us yo
I'll warmup for rd. 2, You warmup when I throw you out in the cold
Quit actin' bold, You get broken and thrown for trying
Pry your jaw open until your skull cracks to keep you open minded
Close your eyelids to escape, But get mashed, I'll beat your crew
Grab your shoelace, Cut off your leg and drag your feet for you
I'll snatch your torso, More so get popped for speakin' of rockin'
Your out the question, Voting for you isn't even an option
I'm leaving you shotup... I know you don't want beef
Change your name to Mr. Farmer now, After you got beet (beat)
Get mocked chief, You must have a motive for losing
After I called you whack, And you noted it as improvement
I'm blowing the room up, But I'll still blow you up first
Don't even send your rhyme, They won't bother posting your verse
I'm throwing these words to hurt you, You suck like Linus does
After reading your verse, The voters tried to send you viruses
You'll die when I spit, Everyone hates on this loser
Your entire lifes ruined after I break you, Than break your computer
You interuppted my vacation. Whussup from Austria, lol.
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Mr. Sinister:
The gauge to Ya chest, not talkin 'mph' I'm blazin this pest
Ya claim Ya the best?, But even Nasif's ashamed of Ya text
Raiding Ya flesh, U'll be parading wit death when i stomp a hole
Chapped ya shoes than heal'd em, Sinister'll balm Ya soul
Palm Ya nose..I'm treated wit glory, You'll bleed thru this story
I'll plant Ya ass in a chair, No wonder You seeded before me
Beat till ya forty... Scar beings, similar to wrecked car scenes
Everyone'll watch You get towed away, Like visitin frog teams
Clog screams...hurts don't it?, You winning I won't condone it
Transfering this battle in oceans, Watch Me seas the moment
Victory Ya blown it...ain't Talkin chinese food, But U'll plummet
Cuz I'll spear ribs, By throwing a bowling ball at Ya stomach
Murder I done it...pin Ya quest, Later on juss cling a vest
I'll propose to Ya adams apple, Watch Me ring Ya neck
Sting midsects...Not indoors but let Me state the truth
Sin'll stick ultraviolet's in Ya mouth, Known to rays the roof
This lost I gave to You... But possibly I'll let U linger since
U say ya type royal verses...Well I'm takin Ya finger, prince
Greatness? I deliver hints..always use ghetto terms however
Couldn't be from the hood, If Ya was born at the top of sweaters
Head is juss severed... He's believe'n Me so I'll form this lie
Gonna step on Ya breath, Told You I'm always on ya sighed
Prone to hide..Ya love surveys, So I'll shove a poll in Ya heart
Get ripped in a 'flash', Like takin pictures of strobe in the dark
Known to rip parts...Ya skeleton, Mind and what's left is ended
Punch you in the naval, Till i'm seasoning the food you digested
Came to wreck it...Ya mouth shouted, But the voters juss doubt kid
This battle duplicates voyeurism, The way You gettin out-did
Hate sprouted... I'm legendary, While ya stay here is temporary
How the fuck U gettin knocked outta March Madness in February!?
Dear Slim,
I'm just a simple fan,didn't have intentions to trouble You
But I think it's fucked up You got booted from Nec at Lw
They loved it too..Personally I like the song You did wit Dido
And You gotta be everyone's dog,Since Your name is Milo
You've changed slim,Your albums never had to fight sales
Maybe it's cuz You keep sayin nigga,and You're a white male!
Your type fails,and I'm Talkin Your verses saved on Ya rom
It has to suck,When you get dissed on a track by Your mom
Sorry for this eulogy,Talkin to big rappers isn't new to Me
Shit i thought U was Slim,Ya juss sound like Him before puberty
P.S. You lose..Stop imitatin Eminem in Ya audios young scrapa...
Hybrid Angels
Equal Writes™
...Essex...
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Final:
Mr. Sinister (15) - Milo (6)
What the fuck are you thinking? You'll get rushed and sprayed
Theres nothing under my feet to steal, Unless you count your face
Come get played, In this vulgar game I'll pound this dude
And crucify him onto an L... Faggot your bound to lose
My sound surrounds and abuses, It's like this had to be
Wrap your hand around my dick and come to grip with reality
You'll have defeat, Compter geeks get knifed and tossed
He's so text style when I said Word.... He said Microsoft
You want war? This is a warmup for both of us yo
I'll warmup for rd. 2, You warmup when I throw you out in the cold
Quit actin' bold, You get broken and thrown for trying
Pry your jaw open until your skull cracks to keep you open minded
Close your eyelids to escape, But get mashed, I'll beat your crew
Grab your shoelace, Cut off your leg and drag your feet for you
I'll snatch your torso, More so get popped for speakin' of rockin'
Your out the question, Voting for you isn't even an option
I'm leaving you shotup... I know you don't want beef
Change your name to Mr. Farmer now, After you got beet (beat)
Get mocked chief, You must have a motive for losing
After I called you whack, And you noted it as improvement
I'm blowing the room up, But I'll still blow you up first
Don't even send your rhyme, They won't bother posting your verse
I'm throwing these words to hurt you, You suck like Linus does
After reading your verse, The voters tried to send you viruses
You'll die when I spit, Everyone hates on this loser
Your entire lifes ruined after I break you, Than break your computer
You interuppted my vacation. Whussup from Austria, lol.
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Mr. Sinister:
The gauge to Ya chest, not talkin 'mph' I'm blazin this pest
Ya claim Ya the best?, But even Nasif's ashamed of Ya text
Raiding Ya flesh, U'll be parading wit death when i stomp a hole
Chapped ya shoes than heal'd em, Sinister'll balm Ya soul
Palm Ya nose..I'm treated wit glory, You'll bleed thru this story
I'll plant Ya ass in a chair, No wonder You seeded before me
Beat till ya forty... Scar beings, similar to wrecked car scenes
Everyone'll watch You get towed away, Like visitin frog teams
Clog screams...hurts don't it?, You winning I won't condone it
Transfering this battle in oceans, Watch Me seas the moment
Victory Ya blown it...ain't Talkin chinese food, But U'll plummet
Cuz I'll spear ribs, By throwing a bowling ball at Ya stomach
Murder I done it...pin Ya quest, Later on juss cling a vest
I'll propose to Ya adams apple, Watch Me ring Ya neck
Sting midsects...Not indoors but let Me state the truth
Sin'll stick ultraviolet's in Ya mouth, Known to rays the roof
This lost I gave to You... But possibly I'll let U linger since
U say ya type royal verses...Well I'm takin Ya finger, prince
Greatness? I deliver hints..always use ghetto terms however
Couldn't be from the hood, If Ya was born at the top of sweaters
Head is juss severed... He's believe'n Me so I'll form this lie
Gonna step on Ya breath, Told You I'm always on ya sighed
Prone to hide..Ya love surveys, So I'll shove a poll in Ya heart
Get ripped in a 'flash', Like takin pictures of strobe in the dark
Known to rip parts...Ya skeleton, Mind and what's left is ended
Punch you in the naval, Till i'm seasoning the food you digested
Came to wreck it...Ya mouth shouted, But the voters juss doubt kid
This battle duplicates voyeurism, The way You gettin out-did
Hate sprouted... I'm legendary, While ya stay here is temporary
How the fuck U gettin knocked outta March Madness in February!?
Dear Slim,
I'm just a simple fan,didn't have intentions to trouble You
But I think it's fucked up You got booted from Nec at Lw
They loved it too..Personally I like the song You did wit Dido
And You gotta be everyone's dog,Since Your name is Milo
You've changed slim,Your albums never had to fight sales
Maybe it's cuz You keep sayin nigga,and You're a white male!
Your type fails,and I'm Talkin Your verses saved on Ya rom
It has to suck,When you get dissed on a track by Your mom
Sorry for this eulogy,Talkin to big rappers isn't new to Me
Shit i thought U was Slim,Ya juss sound like Him before puberty
P.S. You lose..Stop imitatin Eminem in Ya audios young scrapa...
Hybrid Angels
Equal Writes™
...Essex...
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Final:
Mr. Sinister (15) - Milo (6)