trap.
02-02-2013, 06:21 PM
TayoIs::
I remember when we first met up on HG
So do you, your whole shit now’s a bad imitation of me pre 18
One of us is on my dick, and though it’s big enough, it ain’t me
should really call you warm apple juice, since you’re fake Pee
he’s all setup lines, my space filler don’t exist like Mars’ rings
You’re wack from jump, I’m tight from the top like guitar strings
After you get hit with the blades my bars bring
Can call your face Lion King villain piercing, nothing but scar-ring
King of rep, in my rhymes you spot history like braille transcripts
punches get so many laughs, you’d think they all ended “Phant’s pic!”
fact is, I didn’t send my pic to help the odds evening up
plus, you couldn’t type with your girl rubbing the screen with her cunt
You’re shit nobody needs, so this battle’s Earth’s appendectomy
Rip apart your shitty bitch talk, leavin plenty Tourettes debris
Essentially, my sentence stee sends you direct to death y’see
So this’ll be simpler with a KO like spellin Schenectady
Your girl hit ya with the “we gotta end this pregnancy” woes
Then with the abortion cash you gave her, she bought tickets to T’s show
One to get in, one for autographs, the other ticket to keep close
To, well, lets just say it won’t need a laundry break to be between folds
So you wanna see a picture of me holmes?
OK, check your moms mantle, wife’s wallet and your sons cheekbones
I’ma win this, so you writing a verse, there was no need yo
Like Hellen Keller taking time to decide to buy a green phone
If they wanna chance at winning, you’ll be getting the east vote
In the booth you suck, can’t tape any live shit without Tivo
The difference between the definition of wack and P’s flow?
Shit, it’s harder to tell than if Michael Jordan was on chemo
This friggin cats jaw’s a little glass like peepholes
Hear you got knocked the fuck out more than the recurring dream of Deebo
People peep my rhyme, said “that cat’s kicking fly ish”
your verse, they read soft shit like Bloods crappin out an all liquor diet
I’m commissioned by assault lawyers to help ‘em getting clients
Fuck with me if you wanna insurance claim for spine misalignment
Out of all the moments on your demo, the tape hiss is the finest
You’re basically wack as fuck, but spend days trying to justify it
Goin:”I ain’t have breakfast, my rents due, shit, it’s the climate”
In battles, you normally got blew to the side, like the lips of Linus
It’s obvious the folk you study spent days listening to my shit
Flow exposes so many pupils, you’d think it was rippin eyelids
Being awake for you defines what bitchin time is
started 4 votes down, and when I win you’ll still say the shit is biased
the spits that I give are ideas that you’re able to survive duke?
uh-huh, yeah, definitely, and deaf people use drivethrus
you kick small shit, style’s just a little waste like a size 2
your record?I’d rather hear a drunk Fran Drescher read haikus
P saw Tay in the bracket, pissed his pants, started to cry too
Calling out the name of philosophy college, yellin “Why U?”
That it’s for you bitch, wasn’t a bad try boo
You’d think this tourney was Bleek’s album, all the killin a 9 do...
DYNaSTY!
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Phant:
Last round I smashed your hero, left him yellin and maimed/
Last round YOU barely a kid who had trouble spellin his name/
This felon's insane, rippin your boys when they pass the doorway/
As your crew spits you tributes--they call yall 'Rappin For-Tay'/
I'm smackin poor gays, you broke bitch, I'm forced to hammer ya/
ARE YOU UGLY AS FUCK? OR JUST TOO POOR TO AFFORD A CAMERA?/
Scared to send a pic in, probably hide ya face whenever ya walkin, dude/
You're so ugly you gotta get ya IM Buddies drunk just to talk to you/
It's white chalk for you, who cares what you did to that worthless Jayck queer/
Cuz youre only 'ill on stages' when youre recitin verses from Shakespeare/
The hearses'll brake here, pick up your corpse, ya proud of losin?/
Ya pathetic, ya hypeman's main objective is to keep the crowd from booin/
Bitch, I'm a shoe-in...for winnin while ya verse is schemed within faults/
That's why your only crowd response is tomatoes and streams of insults
Poor faggot scared to send his pic in....and still allowed to compete?? *Sigh*
I'll let out an anchient primal roar as I graphically rip out ya spinal chord/
Cuz ya 'pic must be horrible' like choosing Winthrop for the Final Four/
The crime'll soar when I kill ya, don't give a fuck about ya dime-craving/
Asked for Tay's 2 cents about this battle, dude withdrew his lifetime savings/
Grate you into fine shavings, then blast-ya-lips-in just to cap ya bitchin/
Only time you'll ever advance is in ?Some Kid Say?'s wack predictions/
My words are packed wit friction--allowin Phant to blast an emcee/
While ya only 'mic feedback' is "you suck" and "stop rappin in me"/
Tayols is getting slapped wit defeat, stop spittin, dork yer boring/
That's why I'm winnin 'hands down' like fans when your performing/
I'll bring the storm in, rain on your wack lines filled with bunches..../
Of played insults mixed with Go-Go Gadget Stretched Punches!!!!/
My hunch is....You'll only get votes from heads still in the tourney/
Not cuz ya ill, but because none of these pussies are ready for me/
It'd be too gory, so dickride on them...knew this gay herb would cheat/
Cuz I'd have you 'kickin the can' like soccer in your neighborhood streets
Conclusive Punch Mode
Hey yo, I'll slay and rip this fairy because my blazin scripts are scary/
Put Tayols at a 'loss for words' like he misplaced his dictionary/
This bitch is buried, Phant quickly spoiled and burned Tay's scandals/
Battlin me's a deathwish--worse than the Grim Reaper with birthday candles/
Heads like Tay arent on my level-sayin they'll cause the fate and end of me/
Bitches, 'I cant find an equal match' like Ronald Reagan playin Memory/
Insult and injury....is all you'll find when you read my gifted lyrics/
I'll verbally murder you, then 'bodyslam ya corpse' to lift ya spirits
So lemme help ya out a little, I know youre gross and poor, cuz/
So since you couldn't send a pic, I decided to post it for ya:
http://www.uglypeople.com/uglymen/html/up-men-00309.htm
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Final:
Phant (13) - TayoIs (7)
I remember when we first met up on HG
So do you, your whole shit now’s a bad imitation of me pre 18
One of us is on my dick, and though it’s big enough, it ain’t me
should really call you warm apple juice, since you’re fake Pee
he’s all setup lines, my space filler don’t exist like Mars’ rings
You’re wack from jump, I’m tight from the top like guitar strings
After you get hit with the blades my bars bring
Can call your face Lion King villain piercing, nothing but scar-ring
King of rep, in my rhymes you spot history like braille transcripts
punches get so many laughs, you’d think they all ended “Phant’s pic!”
fact is, I didn’t send my pic to help the odds evening up
plus, you couldn’t type with your girl rubbing the screen with her cunt
You’re shit nobody needs, so this battle’s Earth’s appendectomy
Rip apart your shitty bitch talk, leavin plenty Tourettes debris
Essentially, my sentence stee sends you direct to death y’see
So this’ll be simpler with a KO like spellin Schenectady
Your girl hit ya with the “we gotta end this pregnancy” woes
Then with the abortion cash you gave her, she bought tickets to T’s show
One to get in, one for autographs, the other ticket to keep close
To, well, lets just say it won’t need a laundry break to be between folds
So you wanna see a picture of me holmes?
OK, check your moms mantle, wife’s wallet and your sons cheekbones
I’ma win this, so you writing a verse, there was no need yo
Like Hellen Keller taking time to decide to buy a green phone
If they wanna chance at winning, you’ll be getting the east vote
In the booth you suck, can’t tape any live shit without Tivo
The difference between the definition of wack and P’s flow?
Shit, it’s harder to tell than if Michael Jordan was on chemo
This friggin cats jaw’s a little glass like peepholes
Hear you got knocked the fuck out more than the recurring dream of Deebo
People peep my rhyme, said “that cat’s kicking fly ish”
your verse, they read soft shit like Bloods crappin out an all liquor diet
I’m commissioned by assault lawyers to help ‘em getting clients
Fuck with me if you wanna insurance claim for spine misalignment
Out of all the moments on your demo, the tape hiss is the finest
You’re basically wack as fuck, but spend days trying to justify it
Goin:”I ain’t have breakfast, my rents due, shit, it’s the climate”
In battles, you normally got blew to the side, like the lips of Linus
It’s obvious the folk you study spent days listening to my shit
Flow exposes so many pupils, you’d think it was rippin eyelids
Being awake for you defines what bitchin time is
started 4 votes down, and when I win you’ll still say the shit is biased
the spits that I give are ideas that you’re able to survive duke?
uh-huh, yeah, definitely, and deaf people use drivethrus
you kick small shit, style’s just a little waste like a size 2
your record?I’d rather hear a drunk Fran Drescher read haikus
P saw Tay in the bracket, pissed his pants, started to cry too
Calling out the name of philosophy college, yellin “Why U?”
That it’s for you bitch, wasn’t a bad try boo
You’d think this tourney was Bleek’s album, all the killin a 9 do...
DYNaSTY!
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Phant:
Last round I smashed your hero, left him yellin and maimed/
Last round YOU barely a kid who had trouble spellin his name/
This felon's insane, rippin your boys when they pass the doorway/
As your crew spits you tributes--they call yall 'Rappin For-Tay'/
I'm smackin poor gays, you broke bitch, I'm forced to hammer ya/
ARE YOU UGLY AS FUCK? OR JUST TOO POOR TO AFFORD A CAMERA?/
Scared to send a pic in, probably hide ya face whenever ya walkin, dude/
You're so ugly you gotta get ya IM Buddies drunk just to talk to you/
It's white chalk for you, who cares what you did to that worthless Jayck queer/
Cuz youre only 'ill on stages' when youre recitin verses from Shakespeare/
The hearses'll brake here, pick up your corpse, ya proud of losin?/
Ya pathetic, ya hypeman's main objective is to keep the crowd from booin/
Bitch, I'm a shoe-in...for winnin while ya verse is schemed within faults/
That's why your only crowd response is tomatoes and streams of insults
Poor faggot scared to send his pic in....and still allowed to compete?? *Sigh*
I'll let out an anchient primal roar as I graphically rip out ya spinal chord/
Cuz ya 'pic must be horrible' like choosing Winthrop for the Final Four/
The crime'll soar when I kill ya, don't give a fuck about ya dime-craving/
Asked for Tay's 2 cents about this battle, dude withdrew his lifetime savings/
Grate you into fine shavings, then blast-ya-lips-in just to cap ya bitchin/
Only time you'll ever advance is in ?Some Kid Say?'s wack predictions/
My words are packed wit friction--allowin Phant to blast an emcee/
While ya only 'mic feedback' is "you suck" and "stop rappin in me"/
Tayols is getting slapped wit defeat, stop spittin, dork yer boring/
That's why I'm winnin 'hands down' like fans when your performing/
I'll bring the storm in, rain on your wack lines filled with bunches..../
Of played insults mixed with Go-Go Gadget Stretched Punches!!!!/
My hunch is....You'll only get votes from heads still in the tourney/
Not cuz ya ill, but because none of these pussies are ready for me/
It'd be too gory, so dickride on them...knew this gay herb would cheat/
Cuz I'd have you 'kickin the can' like soccer in your neighborhood streets
Conclusive Punch Mode
Hey yo, I'll slay and rip this fairy because my blazin scripts are scary/
Put Tayols at a 'loss for words' like he misplaced his dictionary/
This bitch is buried, Phant quickly spoiled and burned Tay's scandals/
Battlin me's a deathwish--worse than the Grim Reaper with birthday candles/
Heads like Tay arent on my level-sayin they'll cause the fate and end of me/
Bitches, 'I cant find an equal match' like Ronald Reagan playin Memory/
Insult and injury....is all you'll find when you read my gifted lyrics/
I'll verbally murder you, then 'bodyslam ya corpse' to lift ya spirits
So lemme help ya out a little, I know youre gross and poor, cuz/
So since you couldn't send a pic, I decided to post it for ya:
http://www.uglypeople.com/uglymen/html/up-men-00309.htm
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Final:
Phant (13) - TayoIs (7)