trap.
02-02-2013, 06:21 PM
ThaBoRat:
we're both underdogs in a way, but i keep winning throughout this rah-rah
MMx is only an underdog cuz he's on bottom taking it from a chihuahua
you just spit the blah-blah, but get votes because of your rep
i'm crushing your neck, it's now apparent that I'm dusting this vet
you're so damn predictable, you'll talk about rodents and this and that
you're a bitch, in fact you shouldn't even be trying to rip ThaRat
you winning just won't happen, like yorkers saying "osama's the man"
i'd have to be touching a piece of shit to have you in the palm of my hand
you're wack and i'm nice, the type of bitch to get slapped by his wife
and stay taking cheap shots, like quick drinks of natural ice
rap is your life, yet you still flow like you've never seen a mic
you're just a small fish that will get eaten, like a bulemic dyke
every emcee that fights, against me faces the ultimate test
you were always see through, to make that clear i put two holes in your chest
i'm shittin' on you, plus i got diharrhea, so you're feeling my flow
leaving kids with just the tell, because i'm stealing the show
rippin my foes, you're no exception with your minimal flows
it looks like God placed two black caverns on the tip of your nose
my script's the best, use a hundred fish hooks to rip your chest
then beat you to a pulp faster than racing to a citrus' flesh
this tourny is for the elite, the only reason you're in it at all
is because there's more dudes than i can count that chill on your balls
you've been around so much dickryding you think vagina's are worthless
my rhymin is perfect, you're the type of cat i'd find in a circus
ThaRat's on a rampage, you better go find you're hiding place
because i clap more heat than applause in a fire place
you ain't making to the elite 8, let alone the final four
i punched ry in the dick, all it did was make your vagina sore
i'm leaking with flows, watch as my verse is reeping it's toll
i'll still beat this week geek with me three in the hole
step and get blazed; you better keep it real, i'm leveling fakes
and i'm staying above you like the buttons seven and eight
in audios? your delivery's all fucked up like damaged mail
another punk down, next round it'll be either phant or tayols
who's after that? it doesn't matter, i smash and rip emcees
and piss on carcasses that lie on my path to victory...
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MMx:
ThaBoRat...
hope to challenge? i more than balance, i level opponents
i've taken two cats down, and now... i'll settle for rodents
better you know this, last round, way to shoot your verse down
cuz that number one twice line ...axl used it first round
and now i'll show you why you need to go, stop ya rhymin
cuz your verse is like your face... no thought behind it
best resign this profession cuz you're not gifted in rap
i'll name this loss your dick, so you come to grip with the fact
that you suck , and picking a winner isn't a vexing decision
cuz i could come weak as hell... but that's against my religion
... and i just doubt this poor slouch can even endure bouts
when i stand alone like a neo-nazi enrolled at morehouse
pour out your best ammo, i won't even pull a gun out,
yet i'll still lick shots like an alcoholic with his tongue out
you're luck's run out, and she was your only hope in this
cuz luck be your lady... but i'm a male chauvinist
...so don't get pissed and please, stop jocking my flow
cuz you wouldn't know the half if you watched G.I. Joe
... and you say you don't like me, i find that unusual when
you introduced Ry to my dick, to create a mutual friend
you're writing is garbage, and if that wasn't awful enough
your audio sounds like Steve Urkel takin shots to the nuts
while i've gotten enough props, you're expelled with ya style
that like unemployed accountants, hasn't excelled in a while
and i give it my all, while you give me nonsense and filler
this battle, you're aboriginee... simply not in the picture
but here's a riddle, a win for you, i forgot what it's called
is it proof there's a God? .... no wait, it called a mirage
cuz so far in this tourney, you've been stuck in a fantasy
but this battle's a blind date... and i set you up with reality
and we all know reality bites....
peace,
MMx
Rx
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Final:
MMx (18) - ThaBoRat (0)
we're both underdogs in a way, but i keep winning throughout this rah-rah
MMx is only an underdog cuz he's on bottom taking it from a chihuahua
you just spit the blah-blah, but get votes because of your rep
i'm crushing your neck, it's now apparent that I'm dusting this vet
you're so damn predictable, you'll talk about rodents and this and that
you're a bitch, in fact you shouldn't even be trying to rip ThaRat
you winning just won't happen, like yorkers saying "osama's the man"
i'd have to be touching a piece of shit to have you in the palm of my hand
you're wack and i'm nice, the type of bitch to get slapped by his wife
and stay taking cheap shots, like quick drinks of natural ice
rap is your life, yet you still flow like you've never seen a mic
you're just a small fish that will get eaten, like a bulemic dyke
every emcee that fights, against me faces the ultimate test
you were always see through, to make that clear i put two holes in your chest
i'm shittin' on you, plus i got diharrhea, so you're feeling my flow
leaving kids with just the tell, because i'm stealing the show
rippin my foes, you're no exception with your minimal flows
it looks like God placed two black caverns on the tip of your nose
my script's the best, use a hundred fish hooks to rip your chest
then beat you to a pulp faster than racing to a citrus' flesh
this tourny is for the elite, the only reason you're in it at all
is because there's more dudes than i can count that chill on your balls
you've been around so much dickryding you think vagina's are worthless
my rhymin is perfect, you're the type of cat i'd find in a circus
ThaRat's on a rampage, you better go find you're hiding place
because i clap more heat than applause in a fire place
you ain't making to the elite 8, let alone the final four
i punched ry in the dick, all it did was make your vagina sore
i'm leaking with flows, watch as my verse is reeping it's toll
i'll still beat this week geek with me three in the hole
step and get blazed; you better keep it real, i'm leveling fakes
and i'm staying above you like the buttons seven and eight
in audios? your delivery's all fucked up like damaged mail
another punk down, next round it'll be either phant or tayols
who's after that? it doesn't matter, i smash and rip emcees
and piss on carcasses that lie on my path to victory...
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
MMx:
ThaBoRat...
hope to challenge? i more than balance, i level opponents
i've taken two cats down, and now... i'll settle for rodents
better you know this, last round, way to shoot your verse down
cuz that number one twice line ...axl used it first round
and now i'll show you why you need to go, stop ya rhymin
cuz your verse is like your face... no thought behind it
best resign this profession cuz you're not gifted in rap
i'll name this loss your dick, so you come to grip with the fact
that you suck , and picking a winner isn't a vexing decision
cuz i could come weak as hell... but that's against my religion
... and i just doubt this poor slouch can even endure bouts
when i stand alone like a neo-nazi enrolled at morehouse
pour out your best ammo, i won't even pull a gun out,
yet i'll still lick shots like an alcoholic with his tongue out
you're luck's run out, and she was your only hope in this
cuz luck be your lady... but i'm a male chauvinist
...so don't get pissed and please, stop jocking my flow
cuz you wouldn't know the half if you watched G.I. Joe
... and you say you don't like me, i find that unusual when
you introduced Ry to my dick, to create a mutual friend
you're writing is garbage, and if that wasn't awful enough
your audio sounds like Steve Urkel takin shots to the nuts
while i've gotten enough props, you're expelled with ya style
that like unemployed accountants, hasn't excelled in a while
and i give it my all, while you give me nonsense and filler
this battle, you're aboriginee... simply not in the picture
but here's a riddle, a win for you, i forgot what it's called
is it proof there's a God? .... no wait, it called a mirage
cuz so far in this tourney, you've been stuck in a fantasy
but this battle's a blind date... and i set you up with reality
and we all know reality bites....
peace,
MMx
Rx
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Final:
MMx (18) - ThaBoRat (0)