trap.
02-02-2013, 06:29 PM
Phant:
Alright MMx....I have a feeling you aint gonna like me after this
Already kicked ya ass once, call it whatever: debacle, loss, defeat/
But I'm known to 're-boot my comp' quicker than Control-Alt-Delete
Oh Lord, and now to that pic...You're bout to get it...
You were speakin-ya-noise til ya posted ya pic, now I'll seek and destroy/
Ya pic is now my comp wallpaper producin laughs for me and my boys/
My clever techniques are employed, the disses hit as he grows mad/
MMx is on FOX tonight, starring in "When Jungle Fever Goes Bad!!!"/
I'd be leavin my 'fro back...at home when ya try to dare and test me/
Or I'll rip your whole appearance--lookin like a retarded Jared Jeffries/
MMx is scared to death, he...has thicks brows and a protruding mandible/
Lookin uncivilized, ya camera should be charged wit 'shootin an endangered animal'/
My girl saw ya pic and cringed in disgust, so you'll have to pardon her/
She said ya nasty and probably 'pull less hoes' than a lazy gardener/
For dinner: Lighty-darkened herb, P's eatin alive this disgrace to humanity/
Yea, a picture's worth a thousand words--but your's calls for straight profanity/
You suffer severe insanity--you knew postin ya pic would cause these quotes/
Good Lord you ugly dumbass, why didn't you just take the -3 votes???/
What P's wrote...is truth, garbage bags are embarrassed by this black trash/
We played Hot Potato with ya picture just to see who would get the last laugh/
You wack ass, ya face is rare and your mouth uses up wastes of air/
Lips so fuckin big that when you smile you can probably taste ya hair/
Long-faced with stares...into space, even looker dumber than Ry/
I guess ya play baseball, but that black shit goes UNDER your eyes/
I'm wonderin why...ya can stand up straight without rollin a dose of..../
Aspirin, cuz I know that neck is sore from holdin that gigantic nose up
And now we go to cruise control
Hey yo, my uppercuts'll hit your body movin at the speed of light/
That means you'll feel pain before my vicious fists impede ya sight/
Now ya bleedin pints, and marked with fright cuz you can hardly fight/
That's how I 'devour X' quicker than Eminem on wild party nights/
YOU devour Bachardi Light until ya eyes are glassy and shades of red/
That's when Phant knocks you 'head over heels' like Mr. Potato Head/
I'll put ya straight to bed--while ya talk brave like I'm bout to fall to you/
Round here we don't call that courage, we call that alcohol abuse/
Knockin out this dude, with abilities to leave the boldest powers headless/
Cuz X, you 'getting hit by P' like you had a golden showers fetish/
So how's ya deathwish? Told you battle me, and you'll end up buried/
You'll 'have one foot in the grave' like hopskotch in zombie cemetaries/
Cuz average men don't scare me, I'll crush ya wit lyrical swords and stones//
I got a better chance at 'seein the Final Four' than chairs at the Georgia Dome/
Declarin: "This dork I own!" As I prove to be MMx's most graphic foe/
I'll grab them fatass lips and treat ya mouth like the shell of a pistachio/
You have-the-flow, but lack the disses, heads don't notice, so thank the skies, herb/
But I'll prove ya 'punches are softer' than Glass Joe's on tranquilizers/
Point-blank I'm wiser, my witty scripts'll knock ya so hard from East to West and.../
You'll take the blow as it flips ya name around so you become an x-MM contestant
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MMx:
blah... MMx/BMX.... hate on my veteran status...
shaq without his spalding.. i've heard it all from you.....
Phant...
your style is a joke, it's cryin for flow... so show me the latter
or stay true to your game and your 'name', and you won't even 'matter'
... you were wack at HG, so you left... now phantom is back?
go back the shadows you came from, the ones i happen to cast
fact is you're wack, you've been doing this.. what.. a day or two?
while i'm pro-infrastructure... phant, i paved the way for you
ungrateful piece of shit, now i'll beat you down with a flow
out of the blue, and make rivers of red stream out of your nose
down your neck, i'll clown ya rep... you need work with the lyrical
cuz you're useless to the party like a conservative liberal
concerning the physical, don't even test Mentalz illest cat
cuz you're reppin HARD with ya purple ford tempo in the back
then there's that dork on the left, was he meant to be in-the-pic?
or is it that you only look normal while standin next to an idiot
.. abercrombie yuppie loser, your ass needs real clothes
probably paid a c-note for pants that look three years old
and now we'll know the truth as to why you're squintin thin,
i would say you're high, but why? you're puffin a virginia slim
but forget the pic, for now i'll say why you're gifted at wackness
you live up to your name by stretching punches.. Mr. Phantastic
and what's sad is that despite your size... you're nothing big
when your self-esteem is related to the size of your buddy list
... now you're in my habitat, so get blazed or stand back
your advance? i ain't having that like Ronald Reagan flashbacks
.. it was hard to write your verse, was the work worth the life loss?
cuz while you burnt candles at both ends, i simply turned the lights on
now turn your right palm clockwise, my fate's revealed in your hands
this round i've tuned the heat up simply by stealing your fans
deal with it phant, a win for me will be the prize i recieve
while your biggest compliment will be that you remind them of me
.. you tried audio once.. phant just spare your whole sound
only heavy rotation you'll see is your mom on merry-go rounds
so now this is how it is.. i'm winnin some, you're losin some
call'em hitchiker guidelines bro, they're just rules of the thumb
.. so to hell with the third, i'll singe you to the next degree
to show my competition don't exist like hindu beef recipes
.. so go ahead, post a wack verse, then a link for a gimmick
that's only proof you're wack and couldn't think of a sentence
you sinkin or swimmin, or simply adrift in the water?
tell you what, i'll let you win when keanu reeves wins an Oscar
.. straight dissin, and when you think there couldn't be any more
phant got lost in a thought, cuz he'd never been there before
and i've got more to show you what the elite eight has in store
beating me's like trying to find things bill gates can't afford
so i'm moving on to next round, and i hope i win, but fuck it
if i lose, i'll still have thrown you in the trash before i kick the bucket
peace,
MMx
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Final:
MMx (8) - Phant (4)
Alright MMx....I have a feeling you aint gonna like me after this
Already kicked ya ass once, call it whatever: debacle, loss, defeat/
But I'm known to 're-boot my comp' quicker than Control-Alt-Delete
Oh Lord, and now to that pic...You're bout to get it...
You were speakin-ya-noise til ya posted ya pic, now I'll seek and destroy/
Ya pic is now my comp wallpaper producin laughs for me and my boys/
My clever techniques are employed, the disses hit as he grows mad/
MMx is on FOX tonight, starring in "When Jungle Fever Goes Bad!!!"/
I'd be leavin my 'fro back...at home when ya try to dare and test me/
Or I'll rip your whole appearance--lookin like a retarded Jared Jeffries/
MMx is scared to death, he...has thicks brows and a protruding mandible/
Lookin uncivilized, ya camera should be charged wit 'shootin an endangered animal'/
My girl saw ya pic and cringed in disgust, so you'll have to pardon her/
She said ya nasty and probably 'pull less hoes' than a lazy gardener/
For dinner: Lighty-darkened herb, P's eatin alive this disgrace to humanity/
Yea, a picture's worth a thousand words--but your's calls for straight profanity/
You suffer severe insanity--you knew postin ya pic would cause these quotes/
Good Lord you ugly dumbass, why didn't you just take the -3 votes???/
What P's wrote...is truth, garbage bags are embarrassed by this black trash/
We played Hot Potato with ya picture just to see who would get the last laugh/
You wack ass, ya face is rare and your mouth uses up wastes of air/
Lips so fuckin big that when you smile you can probably taste ya hair/
Long-faced with stares...into space, even looker dumber than Ry/
I guess ya play baseball, but that black shit goes UNDER your eyes/
I'm wonderin why...ya can stand up straight without rollin a dose of..../
Aspirin, cuz I know that neck is sore from holdin that gigantic nose up
And now we go to cruise control
Hey yo, my uppercuts'll hit your body movin at the speed of light/
That means you'll feel pain before my vicious fists impede ya sight/
Now ya bleedin pints, and marked with fright cuz you can hardly fight/
That's how I 'devour X' quicker than Eminem on wild party nights/
YOU devour Bachardi Light until ya eyes are glassy and shades of red/
That's when Phant knocks you 'head over heels' like Mr. Potato Head/
I'll put ya straight to bed--while ya talk brave like I'm bout to fall to you/
Round here we don't call that courage, we call that alcohol abuse/
Knockin out this dude, with abilities to leave the boldest powers headless/
Cuz X, you 'getting hit by P' like you had a golden showers fetish/
So how's ya deathwish? Told you battle me, and you'll end up buried/
You'll 'have one foot in the grave' like hopskotch in zombie cemetaries/
Cuz average men don't scare me, I'll crush ya wit lyrical swords and stones//
I got a better chance at 'seein the Final Four' than chairs at the Georgia Dome/
Declarin: "This dork I own!" As I prove to be MMx's most graphic foe/
I'll grab them fatass lips and treat ya mouth like the shell of a pistachio/
You have-the-flow, but lack the disses, heads don't notice, so thank the skies, herb/
But I'll prove ya 'punches are softer' than Glass Joe's on tranquilizers/
Point-blank I'm wiser, my witty scripts'll knock ya so hard from East to West and.../
You'll take the blow as it flips ya name around so you become an x-MM contestant
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
MMx:
blah... MMx/BMX.... hate on my veteran status...
shaq without his spalding.. i've heard it all from you.....
Phant...
your style is a joke, it's cryin for flow... so show me the latter
or stay true to your game and your 'name', and you won't even 'matter'
... you were wack at HG, so you left... now phantom is back?
go back the shadows you came from, the ones i happen to cast
fact is you're wack, you've been doing this.. what.. a day or two?
while i'm pro-infrastructure... phant, i paved the way for you
ungrateful piece of shit, now i'll beat you down with a flow
out of the blue, and make rivers of red stream out of your nose
down your neck, i'll clown ya rep... you need work with the lyrical
cuz you're useless to the party like a conservative liberal
concerning the physical, don't even test Mentalz illest cat
cuz you're reppin HARD with ya purple ford tempo in the back
then there's that dork on the left, was he meant to be in-the-pic?
or is it that you only look normal while standin next to an idiot
.. abercrombie yuppie loser, your ass needs real clothes
probably paid a c-note for pants that look three years old
and now we'll know the truth as to why you're squintin thin,
i would say you're high, but why? you're puffin a virginia slim
but forget the pic, for now i'll say why you're gifted at wackness
you live up to your name by stretching punches.. Mr. Phantastic
and what's sad is that despite your size... you're nothing big
when your self-esteem is related to the size of your buddy list
... now you're in my habitat, so get blazed or stand back
your advance? i ain't having that like Ronald Reagan flashbacks
.. it was hard to write your verse, was the work worth the life loss?
cuz while you burnt candles at both ends, i simply turned the lights on
now turn your right palm clockwise, my fate's revealed in your hands
this round i've tuned the heat up simply by stealing your fans
deal with it phant, a win for me will be the prize i recieve
while your biggest compliment will be that you remind them of me
.. you tried audio once.. phant just spare your whole sound
only heavy rotation you'll see is your mom on merry-go rounds
so now this is how it is.. i'm winnin some, you're losin some
call'em hitchiker guidelines bro, they're just rules of the thumb
.. so to hell with the third, i'll singe you to the next degree
to show my competition don't exist like hindu beef recipes
.. so go ahead, post a wack verse, then a link for a gimmick
that's only proof you're wack and couldn't think of a sentence
you sinkin or swimmin, or simply adrift in the water?
tell you what, i'll let you win when keanu reeves wins an Oscar
.. straight dissin, and when you think there couldn't be any more
phant got lost in a thought, cuz he'd never been there before
and i've got more to show you what the elite eight has in store
beating me's like trying to find things bill gates can't afford
so i'm moving on to next round, and i hope i win, but fuck it
if i lose, i'll still have thrown you in the trash before i kick the bucket
peace,
MMx
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Final:
MMx (8) - Phant (4)