trap.
02-02-2013, 06:59 PM
Rymatic:
I’m Rymatic the way I flow to this beat…
Imma start the madness by clapping this punk bitch,
Sime paired you against me. Did you kill his family or someshit?
1>16…people will instantly say “you can’t solve that!”
Read the battle…high school’s not the only time that I bombed Math/
I tear rebels, cut ‘em up like rare metals,
When I aim, I’m ‘Collin the Bullseye’ like Farel in DareDevil/
This is a prizefight…and the purse is a million in wads and stacks,
Although you made it clear that you’re after the purse and not the cash/
First cross-dresser I’ve battled. Why send a pic when you’ll lose?
Only pic you’ll be usin…will be your guitar’s, when you’re home singing the blues/
You came carrying some weight, but then I retired you,
Figured you’d lost so much of it now, maybe Subway would hire you/
You’re on a quest for the fame, but it’s death you’ll attain,
A true revolutionairy, look, he even added an ‘x’ to his name/ :rolleyes:
Impressed with my game? Right now your mom’s on my bone saw,
“You prefer Bush or a rack?”…told her “sorry bitch, I don’t condone war”/
Jetted quickly, though she was on my trail like a derranged assassin,
The ogre kept chasing me like I had a ring and my name was Baggins/
Let’s discuss the PBA…of which you got sent off quickly,
Dogg, I’m number 2 in the rankings, you didn’t make the top 50/
I saw your prom pic, don’t tell me you actually dated that goblin,
Imma outline Math in chalk like a teacher explaining a problem/
My blade hasn’t softened. You’ll be slain in this tourney,
And scent off early like a skunk that sprays prematurely/
Fuckin’ with Ry’s a mistake, I flow like it’s ministry,
You’ll be hanging by a thread like Megawatts’ social activities/
Pack your shit and call it a day homie.
Rygar the King
<HR WIDTH="450" ALIGN="LEFT">
Mathimatixs:
When I bear arms it'll get you and your posse hit
Yall got torso bad with just my upper body strength
I should unlead your pencil for that gassed effort
You wont 'last in march' like haughty band members
When I lay you in your deathbed you'll be fucked up then
My guns put you to sleep, let a bullet tuck you in
You could never mack a hoe so now you just hate ladies
Cause the Rygar game has been played out since the late 80's
When they find out that you're fakin all your bars Ry
You'll be the first cat to get taken out the archives
All your thoughts are weak, ya better stop to think
Lemme summit all up for you, you can never top my peak
I'll drum the life outta you workin with a real snare
Coroners'll roll his ass out...when I merk him in his wheelchair
Dude'll-be-so-vexed...the arrow burns thru your chest,
Squirms thru your flesh,
&'ll 'work out ya abs' soon as my bow flex
I came dressed to kill in this war with loads of slugs
Murder you and ya troops & leave a trench coat of blood
I got the best flow and am fighting with more wit
Not even a clepto would take a likeing to your shit
You're ready for any head...with lip gloss in hand
Couldn't get a fine result if you flipped off the fans
This heavyweight is here to KO when dueling imposters
Kid'll get stuck in his weighs like feuding boxers
If you are what you eat then my salivas worth thousands guy
Cause my spit could make bread way I just swallowed rye
I’m Rymatic the way I flow to this beat…
Imma start the madness by clapping this punk bitch,
Sime paired you against me. Did you kill his family or someshit?
1>16…people will instantly say “you can’t solve that!”
Read the battle…high school’s not the only time that I bombed Math/
I tear rebels, cut ‘em up like rare metals,
When I aim, I’m ‘Collin the Bullseye’ like Farel in DareDevil/
This is a prizefight…and the purse is a million in wads and stacks,
Although you made it clear that you’re after the purse and not the cash/
First cross-dresser I’ve battled. Why send a pic when you’ll lose?
Only pic you’ll be usin…will be your guitar’s, when you’re home singing the blues/
You came carrying some weight, but then I retired you,
Figured you’d lost so much of it now, maybe Subway would hire you/
You’re on a quest for the fame, but it’s death you’ll attain,
A true revolutionairy, look, he even added an ‘x’ to his name/ :rolleyes:
Impressed with my game? Right now your mom’s on my bone saw,
“You prefer Bush or a rack?”…told her “sorry bitch, I don’t condone war”/
Jetted quickly, though she was on my trail like a derranged assassin,
The ogre kept chasing me like I had a ring and my name was Baggins/
Let’s discuss the PBA…of which you got sent off quickly,
Dogg, I’m number 2 in the rankings, you didn’t make the top 50/
I saw your prom pic, don’t tell me you actually dated that goblin,
Imma outline Math in chalk like a teacher explaining a problem/
My blade hasn’t softened. You’ll be slain in this tourney,
And scent off early like a skunk that sprays prematurely/
Fuckin’ with Ry’s a mistake, I flow like it’s ministry,
You’ll be hanging by a thread like Megawatts’ social activities/
Pack your shit and call it a day homie.
Rygar the King
<HR WIDTH="450" ALIGN="LEFT">
Mathimatixs:
When I bear arms it'll get you and your posse hit
Yall got torso bad with just my upper body strength
I should unlead your pencil for that gassed effort
You wont 'last in march' like haughty band members
When I lay you in your deathbed you'll be fucked up then
My guns put you to sleep, let a bullet tuck you in
You could never mack a hoe so now you just hate ladies
Cause the Rygar game has been played out since the late 80's
When they find out that you're fakin all your bars Ry
You'll be the first cat to get taken out the archives
All your thoughts are weak, ya better stop to think
Lemme summit all up for you, you can never top my peak
I'll drum the life outta you workin with a real snare
Coroners'll roll his ass out...when I merk him in his wheelchair
Dude'll-be-so-vexed...the arrow burns thru your chest,
Squirms thru your flesh,
&'ll 'work out ya abs' soon as my bow flex
I came dressed to kill in this war with loads of slugs
Murder you and ya troops & leave a trench coat of blood
I got the best flow and am fighting with more wit
Not even a clepto would take a likeing to your shit
You're ready for any head...with lip gloss in hand
Couldn't get a fine result if you flipped off the fans
This heavyweight is here to KO when dueling imposters
Kid'll get stuck in his weighs like feuding boxers
If you are what you eat then my salivas worth thousands guy
Cause my spit could make bread way I just swallowed rye