trap.
02-02-2013, 07:05 PM
Headless Verseman:
phyt's a celeb..
He's part of mcgyvers crew, time to bring ya proof man
u did, producing your audio's with a string an two cans
but next time dead'n ya set, rep ks, shoulda said it in jest
i dont need a prize, by definiton he's my severance check
none better to bless, this is where ya weapon is stopped
thought he had his act together but is still beggin for props
your the faggot type to bitch an moan, rage on dude
its like we switched names, im the prowler who prays on you
this liasons through, me vs.him is a petty war
it must be the 1800's, evolutions something your just not ready for
ive seen an heard it all, phyt's binding his time
with him i speak with my hands like i was rhyming in sign
look into the archives, ya not popular or demanded
your texts and verses get read as frequently as fuckin sandscrit!
he hasnt dropped an album on wax cept when usin a crayon tip
went out on a limb to be dope an ran out of the branches
i pray that ur tight, but i'll still maime you in spite
why'd they invent the pop fliter? to keep YOU away from the mic
dont know why your surprised, its a route an ya through
ur not Nate, so how's my win come to u from outta the blue?
who cares if ur on a roll, i put streaks to a dead stop
your the faggot in Oz spreading ya cheeks for everyone in Gen Pop
ur weak dunn, speaking of help, you need some
its like H/R Block, u came in to tax me and walked out w/ a refund
any rhyme somebody spits i counter and rip those
but Phyt puts me down both quicker an sounder than Hipnos
your wack, im an actor who tends to limit the pun play
i didnt jus prove im better, i proved that im better on any given sunday
signed:
+The Winner+
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Mixed-Phyt:
Your fake style’s a dead giveaway, career’s a casualty, disposed,
The voters want a new punchline… originality’s a joke,
It would have to be that HV’s packin heat to drop dead,
Jiss one bullet to the brain, now he’s a hot head,
When it hits the page this kid is gay, I’ll take the win away,
HVs barginin for life w/ last minute trades like the NBA,
U rhyme fictitious, fake, even ya steez is forced,
Don’t know you but I handle personal issues like peoples court,
Yall must be nymphos, thinking head, less is better,
He sleepin on my firepower like UN weapon’s inspectors,
Contenders get severed, this Head-Man needed some credit,
Voters take his -verse, less-, like he was dyslexic,
I set traps to dead raps w/ excessive new shit; freshness counts,
goin thru headless now, then evolution second round,
in riot fashion, my fire lashes, i write a page; surprise the masses,
Are u white or black, man? sniper craze or Michael Jackson?
Must think this is a type of game he likes to practice,
In that case i light the track cuz my brain incites some madness,
Ala other words, i’m run’n thru head,
HVs claustrophobic, he couldnt fuck w/ the spread,
I tried to make a head count of my kills… a scary story,
he got lost in thought, it was unfamiliar territory,
The last thing he saw before we were about to battle,
“Welcome to Shit Creek, sorry; out of paddles”
I never try, but that’s why ur heart’s fillin with despair,
I'm an apathetic psychopath - I'd kill you if I cared.
'phyt
phyt's a celeb..
He's part of mcgyvers crew, time to bring ya proof man
u did, producing your audio's with a string an two cans
but next time dead'n ya set, rep ks, shoulda said it in jest
i dont need a prize, by definiton he's my severance check
none better to bless, this is where ya weapon is stopped
thought he had his act together but is still beggin for props
your the faggot type to bitch an moan, rage on dude
its like we switched names, im the prowler who prays on you
this liasons through, me vs.him is a petty war
it must be the 1800's, evolutions something your just not ready for
ive seen an heard it all, phyt's binding his time
with him i speak with my hands like i was rhyming in sign
look into the archives, ya not popular or demanded
your texts and verses get read as frequently as fuckin sandscrit!
he hasnt dropped an album on wax cept when usin a crayon tip
went out on a limb to be dope an ran out of the branches
i pray that ur tight, but i'll still maime you in spite
why'd they invent the pop fliter? to keep YOU away from the mic
dont know why your surprised, its a route an ya through
ur not Nate, so how's my win come to u from outta the blue?
who cares if ur on a roll, i put streaks to a dead stop
your the faggot in Oz spreading ya cheeks for everyone in Gen Pop
ur weak dunn, speaking of help, you need some
its like H/R Block, u came in to tax me and walked out w/ a refund
any rhyme somebody spits i counter and rip those
but Phyt puts me down both quicker an sounder than Hipnos
your wack, im an actor who tends to limit the pun play
i didnt jus prove im better, i proved that im better on any given sunday
signed:
+The Winner+
<HR WIDTH="450" ALIGN="LEFT">
Mixed-Phyt:
Your fake style’s a dead giveaway, career’s a casualty, disposed,
The voters want a new punchline… originality’s a joke,
It would have to be that HV’s packin heat to drop dead,
Jiss one bullet to the brain, now he’s a hot head,
When it hits the page this kid is gay, I’ll take the win away,
HVs barginin for life w/ last minute trades like the NBA,
U rhyme fictitious, fake, even ya steez is forced,
Don’t know you but I handle personal issues like peoples court,
Yall must be nymphos, thinking head, less is better,
He sleepin on my firepower like UN weapon’s inspectors,
Contenders get severed, this Head-Man needed some credit,
Voters take his -verse, less-, like he was dyslexic,
I set traps to dead raps w/ excessive new shit; freshness counts,
goin thru headless now, then evolution second round,
in riot fashion, my fire lashes, i write a page; surprise the masses,
Are u white or black, man? sniper craze or Michael Jackson?
Must think this is a type of game he likes to practice,
In that case i light the track cuz my brain incites some madness,
Ala other words, i’m run’n thru head,
HVs claustrophobic, he couldnt fuck w/ the spread,
I tried to make a head count of my kills… a scary story,
he got lost in thought, it was unfamiliar territory,
The last thing he saw before we were about to battle,
“Welcome to Shit Creek, sorry; out of paddles”
I never try, but that’s why ur heart’s fillin with despair,
I'm an apathetic psychopath - I'd kill you if I cared.
'phyt