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02-02-2013, 06:02 PM
Worst Nightmare:
this screens blinding me...from glossing over ya threads....time to proceed violently/
night'll leave more chinks in ya armor...than the ming dynasty/
scream silently...eyes petrified....your PLOT thickens..../
get BURRIED....then shovel pass...like option pitches/
glock kisses....this jokers lips....you're a barrell of laughs/
wanted SEW ONE so bad....i took first semester....of tailoring appearal class/
worst tha maverick...one swing foreward...toward ya nugget...you'll drop ya guard/
switch ya suit with trump...as sharp spades...stops ya heart/
watched ya spar....son thinks he's hip hop...since he's always been beat-boxing/
tight squeezes...night excretes toxins...through lesions...that deplete oxygen/
you rushed your verse??? didn't try??? merely antics of a quitter/
i'm sure your garbage gets a vote.... you're tha pick of the litter/
plus i'll help you wit another...start invitin' your alias/
your names a circle??oops you caught me already... writing for radius/
compared yaself to ya worst...caught you pressin' F1 repetedly... askin' for help wit ya verse/
sew's outta march madness...faster than virginia tech...against tha terps/
proofs aledging that...you've copied...on disk....lyrics...n' various crews web address/
like printing moonshyne labels....you're known for bootlegging text/
similar to tha ingredients...in candy neclaces....you're at tha bottom of tha food chain/
tha rules changed...my new goals...going to home ec.....and findin' this seamstress...a new name/
fat ass....rented a forklift...to go with his lunches/
beat sew's ass down a hill...another futile attempt to roll with the punches/
the minute....i sent SEW unzipped mail...he fell dead to his knees/
begged for him to strike a blow....turned around didn't give head for a week/
you lack originality...and delivery...two wrongs don't make a right/
you've fucked ya self...messin' wit worst...like horny hermaphrodites/
stay awake...
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SewOne:
Check-->Check->check>.
Worst has no parable on route..Emcee..How u win battles w/o ur mouth,
Accelerate eclipses for this bout..So I'll survive w/o a shadow of a doubt,
Got clout?..Certain your prose lacks coherency it sent to be disperse'n,
Close the curtain..Someone call'd you nice but they meant as a person,
Strangle u with a turban till you beg for a surgeon..Striaght to pertainty,
Verse effect is like Ny terrorist..Leave'n you in a 'state of emergency',
Certainty you'll take it personally..Battle + work'n to expand ur intellect,
Two jobs indirect..Around 20 but life consist on battling over the internet,
Twist his inflect..Anticipate my every move still here to appeal ur brain,
I'ma 'smash your fingers in a window ceil'..So you can 'feel the pane',
Soon you'll feel the same..Crash landed on earth from ur mothership,
Worst spit the same since 1999, I'm a hungry fly on some other shit,
Another hit..A packet full of blank pages for me to sketch ur death,
Contain ur lungs in a canister leave u w/no chance to 'catch ur breath',
Hachets left ur crannium cleft..Surgical doctor tried to mold ur crown,
Shot urself in the foot striaght in the earth then say u holed ur ground,
Me apologize, a cold sound..Dont 'stick n shift' cuz I win automatically,
Blood blends into ur army fatigue shirt..I'll red'n this casual T, *casualty*
Gave away my fuck bout u the best straetgy..Cave in ur chest capacitys,
Open up your disc's case to use ur cd as a mirror to check for cavities,
Charge ur casket to ur credit..Die at ur own expense..Crashed brackets,
Ur performance wont get a hand in the air like mentals in strait jackets,
Like tennis factorys I create rackets..Outta line is when u tend to speak,
I'ma hired marksman sniper to take out this nudist..I'll end your streak,
But meant to punch your cheek..Instead I left shrapnel welps in ur skin,
Worst to be honest I've heard better thoughts come from a manaquien,
Infared on guns demolishs flank jacks an infect textcees with anthrax,
Your fist and wrist were severed into air conditioners but still fans clap,
Forgot the tricks of the trades..It's ok I'll slaughter you with 2 blades,
This homo with aids..Fight'n for his rights to march in Gay Parades,
If ur blind u still see my glazes..Cats flock to anything abstract I said,
Watch your ass?..I'll help you by put'n ur eyes in the back of ur head,
Instead of refer'n to verses as wack ur name will take the place of worst,
Nosedive from edge of globe..I'ma make u fall off the face of the earth,
Raped from this verse..Your rabbits foot hop away..U just ran outta luck,
Battle me or dress up as a Girl Scout an go to R.Kelly's..Either way ur fucked...
xSewTheEthos..(S)ohte(E)he(W)es..
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Final:
Worst Nightmare (18) - SewOne (6) - Tie (1)
this screens blinding me...from glossing over ya threads....time to proceed violently/
night'll leave more chinks in ya armor...than the ming dynasty/
scream silently...eyes petrified....your PLOT thickens..../
get BURRIED....then shovel pass...like option pitches/
glock kisses....this jokers lips....you're a barrell of laughs/
wanted SEW ONE so bad....i took first semester....of tailoring appearal class/
worst tha maverick...one swing foreward...toward ya nugget...you'll drop ya guard/
switch ya suit with trump...as sharp spades...stops ya heart/
watched ya spar....son thinks he's hip hop...since he's always been beat-boxing/
tight squeezes...night excretes toxins...through lesions...that deplete oxygen/
you rushed your verse??? didn't try??? merely antics of a quitter/
i'm sure your garbage gets a vote.... you're tha pick of the litter/
plus i'll help you wit another...start invitin' your alias/
your names a circle??oops you caught me already... writing for radius/
compared yaself to ya worst...caught you pressin' F1 repetedly... askin' for help wit ya verse/
sew's outta march madness...faster than virginia tech...against tha terps/
proofs aledging that...you've copied...on disk....lyrics...n' various crews web address/
like printing moonshyne labels....you're known for bootlegging text/
similar to tha ingredients...in candy neclaces....you're at tha bottom of tha food chain/
tha rules changed...my new goals...going to home ec.....and findin' this seamstress...a new name/
fat ass....rented a forklift...to go with his lunches/
beat sew's ass down a hill...another futile attempt to roll with the punches/
the minute....i sent SEW unzipped mail...he fell dead to his knees/
begged for him to strike a blow....turned around didn't give head for a week/
you lack originality...and delivery...two wrongs don't make a right/
you've fucked ya self...messin' wit worst...like horny hermaphrodites/
stay awake...
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SewOne:
Check-->Check->check>.
Worst has no parable on route..Emcee..How u win battles w/o ur mouth,
Accelerate eclipses for this bout..So I'll survive w/o a shadow of a doubt,
Got clout?..Certain your prose lacks coherency it sent to be disperse'n,
Close the curtain..Someone call'd you nice but they meant as a person,
Strangle u with a turban till you beg for a surgeon..Striaght to pertainty,
Verse effect is like Ny terrorist..Leave'n you in a 'state of emergency',
Certainty you'll take it personally..Battle + work'n to expand ur intellect,
Two jobs indirect..Around 20 but life consist on battling over the internet,
Twist his inflect..Anticipate my every move still here to appeal ur brain,
I'ma 'smash your fingers in a window ceil'..So you can 'feel the pane',
Soon you'll feel the same..Crash landed on earth from ur mothership,
Worst spit the same since 1999, I'm a hungry fly on some other shit,
Another hit..A packet full of blank pages for me to sketch ur death,
Contain ur lungs in a canister leave u w/no chance to 'catch ur breath',
Hachets left ur crannium cleft..Surgical doctor tried to mold ur crown,
Shot urself in the foot striaght in the earth then say u holed ur ground,
Me apologize, a cold sound..Dont 'stick n shift' cuz I win automatically,
Blood blends into ur army fatigue shirt..I'll red'n this casual T, *casualty*
Gave away my fuck bout u the best straetgy..Cave in ur chest capacitys,
Open up your disc's case to use ur cd as a mirror to check for cavities,
Charge ur casket to ur credit..Die at ur own expense..Crashed brackets,
Ur performance wont get a hand in the air like mentals in strait jackets,
Like tennis factorys I create rackets..Outta line is when u tend to speak,
I'ma hired marksman sniper to take out this nudist..I'll end your streak,
But meant to punch your cheek..Instead I left shrapnel welps in ur skin,
Worst to be honest I've heard better thoughts come from a manaquien,
Infared on guns demolishs flank jacks an infect textcees with anthrax,
Your fist and wrist were severed into air conditioners but still fans clap,
Forgot the tricks of the trades..It's ok I'll slaughter you with 2 blades,
This homo with aids..Fight'n for his rights to march in Gay Parades,
If ur blind u still see my glazes..Cats flock to anything abstract I said,
Watch your ass?..I'll help you by put'n ur eyes in the back of ur head,
Instead of refer'n to verses as wack ur name will take the place of worst,
Nosedive from edge of globe..I'ma make u fall off the face of the earth,
Raped from this verse..Your rabbits foot hop away..U just ran outta luck,
Battle me or dress up as a Girl Scout an go to R.Kelly's..Either way ur fucked...
xSewTheEthos..(S)ohte(E)he(W)es..
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Final:
Worst Nightmare (18) - SewOne (6) - Tie (1)