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02-03-2013, 02:13 PM
KHz:
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Props to your alma mater, Thomas Johnson High.......... on losing in States
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[Just a bit of awareness: Phant went to Thomas Johnson High School in Fredrick (The muthafuckin boonies contrary to what Phant tells you), Maryland. His father has coached there for a god time, the basketball program has been pretty successful, but they just get their asses handed to them by Glen Burnie. George Muresan isa 7'7" offy ass nigga who used to play in the NBA.]
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adorable choice of wardrobe, such a snazzy grey blouse
comin off real intimidating, taking mm pics in ya grandmothers house
not an ounce of thought put in to it, or should i be feared
nah ur just some hick, who got transplated will smith's ears
it ends here, it sickening, i'm to confident and over zealous
im clownin this kid so hard, i made john wayne gacy jealous!
time for remembrence, from when you got slaughtered in text
it was an 'ugly-ugly fight', and you got beat by mmx
but now i'm puttin these digressions to a halt, and check it dude
last year we noticed, your size can't be misconstrued
but this year you're still freakishly tall, just a little bit fatter too
you sat down for this pic, and the camera still couldn't capture all of you
all of mm is after you, but its hard for some to catch this feen
cause i mean shit, to get you, we'd have to come back from the sweet sixteen
that's right kiddies, i just said the inevitable, phants losing this bout
the voters think you'd shit on me, but your boyfriends dick wont let it come out
so hows about that now, but oh shit, i think im bout to start a fire
about how your father couldn't beat glen burnie before he retired
you pride yourself on your "talent" to play ball, but its all for show
even verne troyer would make the team if his father was the coach
here's a different approach, you're a hick from all out in fredrick
where you're not outcast for being george muresan's inbred twin!
bitch, i don't play games with you, or make jokes about ball for these whores
and native son better thank me, cause like bill russell stat, i draw attention to the boards!
you keep askin for more and your bound to get it, don't regret shit
i drill more room for fillings in ya verse thand a fucking dentist
i shouldn't end this on a bad note, that'd show a sign of remorse
cause it i wanted it to end on a bad note, ida just copy and pasted your verse

Hello Sweet Sixteen, Goodbye Phant.
KHz
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Phant:
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Hello Hairball, I'm Phant, the man that's gonna attack ya, queer/
While youre 'hopin for another no-show' like Aloe's acting career/
I'm smashin my peers, cause disasters when I rip ya lines clean/
As I crush KHz—the master of the sickest rhyme scheme...

Gear shift

Chose a name that was hard to diss---hopin to get the weakest verses/
Then sent ya pic to sime---uhh, that kinda defeats the purpose/
I'll beat this worthless...faggot, look at the camera you pale dick suck/
You seem preoccupied....where you at? A male strip club???/
I'll nail THIS scrub, but maybe it aint the direction of the men/
Cuz I'd look away too if THAT was the reflection in the lens/
My weapon is my pen, I rip skaters, dog this'll be your last fight/
Ice on you wrist? Only cuz of the failed attempt on the half-pipe/
My rap's tight, my pen-bleeds whenever I'm ownin Schwinn geeks/
This hairy herb's gotta be the only fuckin ten-seed with a ten-speed/
You're in-deed...a skater, get ya ass outta this rap forum/
Cuz the only 'board you're nice on' has 4 wheels and foot platform/
And look at that corny hair! Well really, you're a lucky jerk/
Cancer will never attack you---it'd just be too much fuckin work/
I fuck wit herbs...while you probably still live in ya dad's apartment/
You look like Kurt Cobain--just more drugged up and half retarded/
So grab ya hardest...guitar and put on the tight jeans nearest/
I'll start to smell an ass-whippin, you'll start to smell teen spirit/
The queen queer gets...pissed off and says hip hop's his rightful art/
Tells chicks he's in a band...conveniently forgetting the high school part/
You might embark to the city, but no ghetto, take off ya skirt, ya clown/
Cuz the 'only time you're in a hood' is when ya wear that shirt around/
Got no connection to rap, no interest when hip hop topics are said/
Well, you DO have some black roots, they're just on top of your head....