trap.
02-02-2013, 05:58 PM
Omega:
Vizzionarial, your rhymes are comedy...commonly commonplace
u need to come with it or call in to reserve some coffin space
I’ll singe the skin right off your face and feed it to the filthy pigs
trust me, it’ll be more disgusting than deleted scenes from Kids
or Hannibal, you’re living proof that man is not the rational animal
u stepped into the cage of a beast with mechanical mandibles
its plain and simple, against me, Earl Boykins is what u resemble
the only time you killsit is when u bustin a pimple
u preteen weakling, don’t wanna step in the squared circle with me
beat me? kid, u should concentrate on beating your curfew, sissy
this bitch be strictly half-steppin just like the chromatic scale
ur shit is fictitiously frail, a fuckin dramatic tale
nah see, Vizz is too clever...too clever to ever show up
to battle with me, rockin that faggot ass feather boa
that he so adores, I’ll show the whore exactly how to write a rap
u probably sit back and let ur crew do the work, just like Mighty Max
but seriously, what in the fuck does ur name truly mean?
Some fucked up fantasy with the Little Mermaid in a nudie scene?
The fact is, you can’t even begin to fathom my talents
this cat, Vizz isn’t fresh at all, his emceeing style is flatulence
personified, im a have to beat your alter ego till that persona dies
and then your faculties'll get laid off in ur downsizing attempt to economize
and if homicide is my crime, the rhyme I write is confessional
but no cell can hold me, Jean Reno knows me as The Professional
u cunt, ur detestable...this is where the situation gets hairy
i dont like hair in my food but I’ll eat you like the pussy I marry...
like it’s a chore, but fuck it, ur only part of the smorgasbord
you're heartless of course, and don’t have the balls to settle the score
I’ll blow ur garbage to smithereens, like throwin grenades in the trash heap
necrophiliacs leave the battle like "damn, Omega is nasty"
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Vizzionarial:
Don't sleep away... Cuz blade is in the house, like norman bates,
Its the O2 the H, evaporate ur spit with a name spelling mistake,
The great Omega, makin no fuk'n sense, as if he raped a beggar,
O can't even hold it togetha, when i finish duct taping his legs up,
Begging fa me to tend bars, I end up bar tendin, shots delivered,
My chrome twenty-two will make a trampoline out of your liver,
Throat slitter, drying out ya adam's apple, 2make my cider bitter,
I'm like using road kill 4 toupees, you never met a liver 'wig'ger,
Line up ya niggaz, & I'll put a hole in 1 like a Rider Cup Winner,
The rhyme-fuck-widda, you'll feel blade, when I slide 1 up in ya,
Aint hanging wit my nuts if ya wrote ur verse on a bathroom wall,
I'll bring enough electricity to push ya wig back like Diana Ross,
You kinda lost. and I don't even know how 2play horse shoes,
Get ate up, even wit ya weight up, theres nothin 2 put a fork thru,
The dopest records get torn 2shake, call me Inspector Watergate,
Call me a lot of things, I'll stress a mouth, like Jane Fonda's face,
Omega couldn't house a flow, if he built a cottage out on the lake,
Have me 'beaten'? that's 'self defeating' like. 'strong arm' rape,
My decks placed in the case it ain't came, u pulled da wrong card,
I'll make u famous and take it for fun like MC Hammers entourage
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Final:
Omega (15) - Vizzionarial (5)
Vizzionarial, your rhymes are comedy...commonly commonplace
u need to come with it or call in to reserve some coffin space
I’ll singe the skin right off your face and feed it to the filthy pigs
trust me, it’ll be more disgusting than deleted scenes from Kids
or Hannibal, you’re living proof that man is not the rational animal
u stepped into the cage of a beast with mechanical mandibles
its plain and simple, against me, Earl Boykins is what u resemble
the only time you killsit is when u bustin a pimple
u preteen weakling, don’t wanna step in the squared circle with me
beat me? kid, u should concentrate on beating your curfew, sissy
this bitch be strictly half-steppin just like the chromatic scale
ur shit is fictitiously frail, a fuckin dramatic tale
nah see, Vizz is too clever...too clever to ever show up
to battle with me, rockin that faggot ass feather boa
that he so adores, I’ll show the whore exactly how to write a rap
u probably sit back and let ur crew do the work, just like Mighty Max
but seriously, what in the fuck does ur name truly mean?
Some fucked up fantasy with the Little Mermaid in a nudie scene?
The fact is, you can’t even begin to fathom my talents
this cat, Vizz isn’t fresh at all, his emceeing style is flatulence
personified, im a have to beat your alter ego till that persona dies
and then your faculties'll get laid off in ur downsizing attempt to economize
and if homicide is my crime, the rhyme I write is confessional
but no cell can hold me, Jean Reno knows me as The Professional
u cunt, ur detestable...this is where the situation gets hairy
i dont like hair in my food but I’ll eat you like the pussy I marry...
like it’s a chore, but fuck it, ur only part of the smorgasbord
you're heartless of course, and don’t have the balls to settle the score
I’ll blow ur garbage to smithereens, like throwin grenades in the trash heap
necrophiliacs leave the battle like "damn, Omega is nasty"
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Vizzionarial:
Don't sleep away... Cuz blade is in the house, like norman bates,
Its the O2 the H, evaporate ur spit with a name spelling mistake,
The great Omega, makin no fuk'n sense, as if he raped a beggar,
O can't even hold it togetha, when i finish duct taping his legs up,
Begging fa me to tend bars, I end up bar tendin, shots delivered,
My chrome twenty-two will make a trampoline out of your liver,
Throat slitter, drying out ya adam's apple, 2make my cider bitter,
I'm like using road kill 4 toupees, you never met a liver 'wig'ger,
Line up ya niggaz, & I'll put a hole in 1 like a Rider Cup Winner,
The rhyme-fuck-widda, you'll feel blade, when I slide 1 up in ya,
Aint hanging wit my nuts if ya wrote ur verse on a bathroom wall,
I'll bring enough electricity to push ya wig back like Diana Ross,
You kinda lost. and I don't even know how 2play horse shoes,
Get ate up, even wit ya weight up, theres nothin 2 put a fork thru,
The dopest records get torn 2shake, call me Inspector Watergate,
Call me a lot of things, I'll stress a mouth, like Jane Fonda's face,
Omega couldn't house a flow, if he built a cottage out on the lake,
Have me 'beaten'? that's 'self defeating' like. 'strong arm' rape,
My decks placed in the case it ain't came, u pulled da wrong card,
I'll make u famous and take it for fun like MC Hammers entourage
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Final:
Omega (15) - Vizzionarial (5)