trap.
02-02-2013, 06:32 PM
E2:
You make me laugh till it hurts- are you trying to torture me?
You're under pressure to perform like Michael Jordan's knee
& what the fuck is S.O.U.L? Your attempt at an acronym?
Just S.ome O.ffbeat U.nderskilled L.oser with no acumen
You asked for it- man, you're wack & shouldn't clown
That mic you're holding is a dying cat- just put it down
I'm dropping jewels & hockin' loogs on your awful tunes
You shouldn't have voted for me- now look where it's gotten you
It's opportune to feed you the script- leave you bleeding in shit
Every round is an amendment so you plead-in the fifth
No need to resist- you ain't got a reason to come fight
Everyone boycotts you; even S.O.D.'s on a Soul-Strike
True stamina's vital… E2's grabbing the title- trust me
I can represent the PmPs better than YOU can in the final
Your voice box relocated- now it's telling your mouth to move
What do you need motherfucker? Tori Spelling it out for you?
I'll slaughter you with a pen… you'll say I'm not a really good friend
But Evan isn't even writing this… it's Aloe getting revenge
If you had a wittier sense… of humor you'd be dope
But I'm Zeus & you AIM to be a HumanThunderbolt
Oops- I didn't mean to tell everyone how to contact you
& let you know your verse against me was not that cool
Your so-called unique style only resulted in brief trial
…I'm the reason suicide hotline's on your speed-dial
Meanwhile you show disgrace- lemme slow the pace
You wanna battle? The least you could do is show your face
Soul- you waste trees & graphite with your only c-note in the bank
You even waste calories with every keystroke you make
Man we know you're fake… dumb attempts at intellectualism
Ineffectual visions written with a little less than precision
I'm betting, in fact, you glance at me & start wetting your pants
Decapitate yourself… I'll bury your head in your hands
You've yet to see the light inside the closet of your bathhouse
So you take pictures like you battle… always in a blackout
You're deaf, dumb, & blind & your eyes are dilated again
Yo man- when you were posing- how many guys came on your head?
For real, they put some white in you- but more importantly on you
& by the way, in your audios- stop distorting the volume
Storm was partly right in the last round- I'm downright stunned
You might not look like an old man… but you sound like one
I pity your faith- I'll spit in your face & burn your visible traits
Till the first syllable of your name is your physical state
If I'd ever been in your place - - ok, let's not think about that
Let's take it out back so you can fake while I smack…
Soulstice might be right but only veterans are left
I'm the sun rising in the East & you're setting in the West
... you dirty little slutbaggie
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s.o.u.l.:
I read somewhere that Evan likes to role play.
I've got a suggestion: "Being My Bitch"
Heed it, you'll get stampeded comin' at me,
You ran outta gas last round - I'm just 'running on E,'
You're nothing to me, just short of a sizeable threat,
Your rhymes are a wreck,
That crew of dickRyders probably "liked" them to death,
I completely wasted this verse on you, you're worthless dude,
I got you takin' more 'cheap shots'
Than the two-dollar whore that gave birth to you,
Even your fam knows you got a face like an elf,
If they liked your pic, then why'd you have to take it yourself?
Got a thing for pilots? - that explains the 'ace in your belt,'
You'll get beaten to death, Soul left E in a mess,
See, his hat's actually straight - his BODY leans to the left,
Evan isn't prepared, I see your memory erred
, Hey Einstein, it's "c," not energy squared,
You're simply impaired,
You'd lose brain cells if you had any to part with,
And you're NOT losing steam - you didn't have any to start with,
You're scared to 'go for the throat' like rookie doctors at tonsilectomies,
I strongly believe my children are my destiny,
So you'd better start swallowing if you wanna get the 'best of me,'
Matter fact, fuck the fancy shit...
Evantheus is a panty-less pansy bitch,
I hate to call names, but I think even Evan would grant me this,
I can't be ripped, your loss is part of my evil plan,
You're the only thirty-year old that learned how to be a man from Peter Pan,
Nothing says goodnight like a loving uppercut to the chin,
Fuck's a "deathbedbug???"
I got your death bed dug and a shovel to tuck you in,
Coming at Soul's an uphill battle even on level terrain,
Beat me? I can tell you're insane,
That New-Mexican sun must have melted your brain,
Truthfully, you're a burden, we can war for certain,
You need 2E's cuz your IQ's half that of a normal person,
I have to say, your verse sucks -
Seeing as how you started it on Saturday,
Tom Hanks made it back - your votes are still cast away,
For God's sake, shut up and take the loss dude,
You'll get your shit-talk booed, I don't mean to come off rude,
But you look like your diet consists only of dog food,
You'll be left in a stupor, dead on your feet by my second maneuver,
Save your two cents, bitch - invest in your future.
You make me laugh till it hurts- are you trying to torture me?
You're under pressure to perform like Michael Jordan's knee
& what the fuck is S.O.U.L? Your attempt at an acronym?
Just S.ome O.ffbeat U.nderskilled L.oser with no acumen
You asked for it- man, you're wack & shouldn't clown
That mic you're holding is a dying cat- just put it down
I'm dropping jewels & hockin' loogs on your awful tunes
You shouldn't have voted for me- now look where it's gotten you
It's opportune to feed you the script- leave you bleeding in shit
Every round is an amendment so you plead-in the fifth
No need to resist- you ain't got a reason to come fight
Everyone boycotts you; even S.O.D.'s on a Soul-Strike
True stamina's vital… E2's grabbing the title- trust me
I can represent the PmPs better than YOU can in the final
Your voice box relocated- now it's telling your mouth to move
What do you need motherfucker? Tori Spelling it out for you?
I'll slaughter you with a pen… you'll say I'm not a really good friend
But Evan isn't even writing this… it's Aloe getting revenge
If you had a wittier sense… of humor you'd be dope
But I'm Zeus & you AIM to be a HumanThunderbolt
Oops- I didn't mean to tell everyone how to contact you
& let you know your verse against me was not that cool
Your so-called unique style only resulted in brief trial
…I'm the reason suicide hotline's on your speed-dial
Meanwhile you show disgrace- lemme slow the pace
You wanna battle? The least you could do is show your face
Soul- you waste trees & graphite with your only c-note in the bank
You even waste calories with every keystroke you make
Man we know you're fake… dumb attempts at intellectualism
Ineffectual visions written with a little less than precision
I'm betting, in fact, you glance at me & start wetting your pants
Decapitate yourself… I'll bury your head in your hands
You've yet to see the light inside the closet of your bathhouse
So you take pictures like you battle… always in a blackout
You're deaf, dumb, & blind & your eyes are dilated again
Yo man- when you were posing- how many guys came on your head?
For real, they put some white in you- but more importantly on you
& by the way, in your audios- stop distorting the volume
Storm was partly right in the last round- I'm downright stunned
You might not look like an old man… but you sound like one
I pity your faith- I'll spit in your face & burn your visible traits
Till the first syllable of your name is your physical state
If I'd ever been in your place - - ok, let's not think about that
Let's take it out back so you can fake while I smack…
Soulstice might be right but only veterans are left
I'm the sun rising in the East & you're setting in the West
... you dirty little slutbaggie
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
s.o.u.l.:
I read somewhere that Evan likes to role play.
I've got a suggestion: "Being My Bitch"
Heed it, you'll get stampeded comin' at me,
You ran outta gas last round - I'm just 'running on E,'
You're nothing to me, just short of a sizeable threat,
Your rhymes are a wreck,
That crew of dickRyders probably "liked" them to death,
I completely wasted this verse on you, you're worthless dude,
I got you takin' more 'cheap shots'
Than the two-dollar whore that gave birth to you,
Even your fam knows you got a face like an elf,
If they liked your pic, then why'd you have to take it yourself?
Got a thing for pilots? - that explains the 'ace in your belt,'
You'll get beaten to death, Soul left E in a mess,
See, his hat's actually straight - his BODY leans to the left,
Evan isn't prepared, I see your memory erred
, Hey Einstein, it's "c," not energy squared,
You're simply impaired,
You'd lose brain cells if you had any to part with,
And you're NOT losing steam - you didn't have any to start with,
You're scared to 'go for the throat' like rookie doctors at tonsilectomies,
I strongly believe my children are my destiny,
So you'd better start swallowing if you wanna get the 'best of me,'
Matter fact, fuck the fancy shit...
Evantheus is a panty-less pansy bitch,
I hate to call names, but I think even Evan would grant me this,
I can't be ripped, your loss is part of my evil plan,
You're the only thirty-year old that learned how to be a man from Peter Pan,
Nothing says goodnight like a loving uppercut to the chin,
Fuck's a "deathbedbug???"
I got your death bed dug and a shovel to tuck you in,
Coming at Soul's an uphill battle even on level terrain,
Beat me? I can tell you're insane,
That New-Mexican sun must have melted your brain,
Truthfully, you're a burden, we can war for certain,
You need 2E's cuz your IQ's half that of a normal person,
I have to say, your verse sucks -
Seeing as how you started it on Saturday,
Tom Hanks made it back - your votes are still cast away,
For God's sake, shut up and take the loss dude,
You'll get your shit-talk booed, I don't mean to come off rude,
But you look like your diet consists only of dog food,
You'll be left in a stupor, dead on your feet by my second maneuver,
Save your two cents, bitch - invest in your future.