trap.
02-03-2013, 02:35 PM
MMx
Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/phant.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Phant'; return true">
</a>Says:
ugliness in the house...
Phant...
right off the bat, writing with wrath, ya knew i wouldn't slouch,
so log off and sit back.. right there on Al Bundy's couch....
.. cuz you're simple and dumb, i play second fiddle to none
and i gotta ask you, what kind of pansy twiddles his thumbs?!?
...your tourney run is a joke, so it's no wonder you'll fail...
cuz i wouldn't brag if i had a child molester under my belt!
and those pants, faded knees lead to naughty assumptions,
and what'd i tell you about airing ya dirty laundry in public...
couplet by couplet, diss by diss, seems ya gettin quite nervous
hoe... is that why you were pushin for twenty line verses?
and where's ya gimp lover? off to the side, primed for a fuckin?
blowin you kisses... phant, tell us, is that why you're blushin?!?!?
.. i'm better, written or spitten, you'll never, ever be winnin...
cuz my lethal insults are just too much for your general disses..
feminine bitch, reppin Maryland? ya actually frontin....
cuz the only state that you seem to rep is Banana Republic...
..and you TRY hard to mug, though you aren't a thug...
cuz the long arm of the law extends... to pat you on the butt...
country club nerd, i heard ya audios, and shit was NOT good,
i'll put it this way... you SOUND like how megawatts looks...
and ya text is awfully predictable, not clownin this round
i'd say i'm ugly, but i'd be taking the words out of your mouth
and you're rowdy and flagrant till your mouth hits the pavement,
but the toll i take on you will be spread out into payments....
... sound the alarm, see my weapons and prepare to be harmed
but the 2nd amendment don't apply, so stop bearin ya arms...
galv whooped ya ass, and now you're slumpin and stuck,
you really got the endurance to keep pushing your luck?
.. cuz your braggin's retarded, and my raps are just honest,
your hot air? ... go blow it out ya ass like dragons with colic...
it's said you learn from mistakes, so i'm teaching this bastard
cuz by now he should have a college degree from our battles...
..i'm number ONE on this board, so motherfuck your retort,
you're fuckin lines are too long and your punches are forced...
..that hairstyle, the cesar.. it's honestly tired and square-ish
i'd offer an olive branch, but you'd probably try to wear it....
phant, are you megawatt's student? cuz you been actin bogus
like when you got pink-slipped at work and took it as a bonus...
claimin ya rock crowds that get rowdy... please, nigga dead it...
only direction you move crowds is in a stampede for the exit....
take it easy chad...
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Phant
Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/mmx.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='MMx'; return true">
</a>Says:
"Dont let dickriding happen to YOU"
Last MM this ape beat me, dickrode, so Ill start my next solution/
Show I ‘improved on this poster’ like him in charts for evolution/
My darts cause red contusions, but I know ya ill with rap scriptures/
MUST be sick at text if ya can get this far with THAT picture/
A crack sniffer, but we can hang out, grab girls and kick some game/
I’ll buy 99 Bananas, whoa settle down ape…that’s the liquor’s name/
My sicker flames rip your brain cuz X, this brotha’s just iller/
You look like a cross between a gorilla and a…well, another gorilla/
Been wantin to kill ya, but I really don’t desire ape killings/
I climb in beds to get my girl, you climb Empire State buildings/
And you say the queerest text shit and you should fear this next diss/
Looks like ya brain is tryin to escape…and ya nose is the nearest exit/
Kid, Im feared and wreckless, think ya tough but beatin ya chest’s corny/
Its impressive when apes do sign language, this one’s in a text tourney!!!/
X, youll get torn and disarmed, please Sime, sound the horn or alarm/
He looks like a retired boxer—a retired boxer born with no arms/
Now Ive warned of the harm…but yo, your shnozz is a huge disgrace/
All-State nose tackle in high school---Dude only used his face/
Youll lose this race Mr. Putrid face, a flash and a casted shout/
Hopped in a whip to pop ya pic, then the owner snatched you out/
Kid, ya gassed about…ya car, at speedbumps it don’t get to the top/
I turn my car key and it goes “VROOM!”, yours goes “HAHAHAHA!”/
A Mongoloid from the Flintstones era, Fred would even dust this clown/
I bet that car has no floor, powered by your feet touchin the ground/
Ya fuckin around, but not with girls cuz chicks would never kiss you/
Blew ya nose and boogers were in ya tissue--I mean Booga was in ya tissue/
I aint wastin a rap, when facin this cat I get straight to the fact/
You probably drive lookin away often—that’s why ya face is like that/
So now you should be enraged after you read my frequent rage/
Cuz guys, I ‘jump around on X’ like Milo at a European rave/
So stay in ya freakin cage, ya wonder why girlfriends cheat on you/
Youre so nasty that when you beat off, your HAND falls asleep on you/
And remember when ya said ya spit on stage and the scene was buggin?/
Cuz ya only got a clap or two, but the crickets seemed to love it!!!!!/
Crowd screamed to “shove it!”, ya bailed so heads wouldnt hear ya/
You teared up, now ya shake whenever youre near a stage like Shakira/
X, nobody fears ya, so please turn back with this conclusion…/
Sure, I could ‘son native’, but youre the definition of ‘backwards evolution’
Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/phant.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Phant'; return true">
</a>Says:
ugliness in the house...
Phant...
right off the bat, writing with wrath, ya knew i wouldn't slouch,
so log off and sit back.. right there on Al Bundy's couch....
.. cuz you're simple and dumb, i play second fiddle to none
and i gotta ask you, what kind of pansy twiddles his thumbs?!?
...your tourney run is a joke, so it's no wonder you'll fail...
cuz i wouldn't brag if i had a child molester under my belt!
and those pants, faded knees lead to naughty assumptions,
and what'd i tell you about airing ya dirty laundry in public...
couplet by couplet, diss by diss, seems ya gettin quite nervous
hoe... is that why you were pushin for twenty line verses?
and where's ya gimp lover? off to the side, primed for a fuckin?
blowin you kisses... phant, tell us, is that why you're blushin?!?!?
.. i'm better, written or spitten, you'll never, ever be winnin...
cuz my lethal insults are just too much for your general disses..
feminine bitch, reppin Maryland? ya actually frontin....
cuz the only state that you seem to rep is Banana Republic...
..and you TRY hard to mug, though you aren't a thug...
cuz the long arm of the law extends... to pat you on the butt...
country club nerd, i heard ya audios, and shit was NOT good,
i'll put it this way... you SOUND like how megawatts looks...
and ya text is awfully predictable, not clownin this round
i'd say i'm ugly, but i'd be taking the words out of your mouth
and you're rowdy and flagrant till your mouth hits the pavement,
but the toll i take on you will be spread out into payments....
... sound the alarm, see my weapons and prepare to be harmed
but the 2nd amendment don't apply, so stop bearin ya arms...
galv whooped ya ass, and now you're slumpin and stuck,
you really got the endurance to keep pushing your luck?
.. cuz your braggin's retarded, and my raps are just honest,
your hot air? ... go blow it out ya ass like dragons with colic...
it's said you learn from mistakes, so i'm teaching this bastard
cuz by now he should have a college degree from our battles...
..i'm number ONE on this board, so motherfuck your retort,
you're fuckin lines are too long and your punches are forced...
..that hairstyle, the cesar.. it's honestly tired and square-ish
i'd offer an olive branch, but you'd probably try to wear it....
phant, are you megawatt's student? cuz you been actin bogus
like when you got pink-slipped at work and took it as a bonus...
claimin ya rock crowds that get rowdy... please, nigga dead it...
only direction you move crowds is in a stampede for the exit....
take it easy chad...
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Phant
Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/mmx.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='MMx'; return true">
</a>Says:
"Dont let dickriding happen to YOU"
Last MM this ape beat me, dickrode, so Ill start my next solution/
Show I ‘improved on this poster’ like him in charts for evolution/
My darts cause red contusions, but I know ya ill with rap scriptures/
MUST be sick at text if ya can get this far with THAT picture/
A crack sniffer, but we can hang out, grab girls and kick some game/
I’ll buy 99 Bananas, whoa settle down ape…that’s the liquor’s name/
My sicker flames rip your brain cuz X, this brotha’s just iller/
You look like a cross between a gorilla and a…well, another gorilla/
Been wantin to kill ya, but I really don’t desire ape killings/
I climb in beds to get my girl, you climb Empire State buildings/
And you say the queerest text shit and you should fear this next diss/
Looks like ya brain is tryin to escape…and ya nose is the nearest exit/
Kid, Im feared and wreckless, think ya tough but beatin ya chest’s corny/
Its impressive when apes do sign language, this one’s in a text tourney!!!/
X, youll get torn and disarmed, please Sime, sound the horn or alarm/
He looks like a retired boxer—a retired boxer born with no arms/
Now Ive warned of the harm…but yo, your shnozz is a huge disgrace/
All-State nose tackle in high school---Dude only used his face/
Youll lose this race Mr. Putrid face, a flash and a casted shout/
Hopped in a whip to pop ya pic, then the owner snatched you out/
Kid, ya gassed about…ya car, at speedbumps it don’t get to the top/
I turn my car key and it goes “VROOM!”, yours goes “HAHAHAHA!”/
A Mongoloid from the Flintstones era, Fred would even dust this clown/
I bet that car has no floor, powered by your feet touchin the ground/
Ya fuckin around, but not with girls cuz chicks would never kiss you/
Blew ya nose and boogers were in ya tissue--I mean Booga was in ya tissue/
I aint wastin a rap, when facin this cat I get straight to the fact/
You probably drive lookin away often—that’s why ya face is like that/
So now you should be enraged after you read my frequent rage/
Cuz guys, I ‘jump around on X’ like Milo at a European rave/
So stay in ya freakin cage, ya wonder why girlfriends cheat on you/
Youre so nasty that when you beat off, your HAND falls asleep on you/
And remember when ya said ya spit on stage and the scene was buggin?/
Cuz ya only got a clap or two, but the crickets seemed to love it!!!!!/
Crowd screamed to “shove it!”, ya bailed so heads wouldnt hear ya/
You teared up, now ya shake whenever youre near a stage like Shakira/
X, nobody fears ya, so please turn back with this conclusion…/
Sure, I could ‘son native’, but youre the definition of ‘backwards evolution’