trap.
02-03-2013, 04:13 PM
epideMIC
A kid named ConCept's palms sweat as he joined a tourney to play
Then realized he'd drawn Ep and got burdened for days
Certain he'd take a loss cause all my raps were iller
He grew butterflies in his stomach like he swallowed caterpillars
Always wack with filler man...you have no chance to fight
But lucky for you I had other plans that night
So you won by default...the accomplishment of you're life
Well I'm came this time to kill your confidence on the mic
Wait...I meant in text since you probably can't spit
You can write some wack punches but honestly...that's it
My raps hit with fast wit it's just so damn easy
Changed u're name from I-Witness cause know u can't see me
So please freeze and stop I don't know why you chose to rap
Didn't you read the odds? Cats already know u're wack
I ain't holding back so make sure your damn mouth is shut
This coward likes running away and now he ran out of luck
Out of touch with reality...battle me? You're facing hell
Son you ain't ready for how I'll cripple you so brace yourself!
You need major help to save your health so start calling
Hell you must be Joseph's wife the way you love Stalin
Making a T with your hands trying to call for down time
You must live on the moon cause you're world revolves around mine
But it's over now I showed you how to rhyme now show respect
Cause in the end I'll be the only one that holds the cheque
Already soaked in sweat now this son's bout to cry
Cause when he came to shake my hand I left him hung out to dry...
ConCept
suffer a repeated case of stage fright & no show
a practical dodger, you even look like Nomo
these attacks seen form a vaccine, here to kill an epidemic
Im servin the ace up my sleeve match point Im set to win it
bitch you're finished, u can't imagine anyone sicker spitten
cuz you're seein' a portrait of me, when you picture winnin'
stick to knittin', while i flip the writtens, & cause some beef
e you're weak kid u couldn't land a punch with Dhalsim's reach
quit rappin', take up painting, first round, Shooter draws defeat
hah you're called elite? bitch puhleease, i sense some false deceit
you'll fall to me by way of choke-slam, a thing this big Show needs
while i flow keys, that'll push your wig back worst then nose bleeds
from last row seats, even the U.N.'s envious of this mastered-piece
just laugh at e while this kid gets drunk off my spit like winetasters
observe how I shake up the spot more then redheads with vibrators
quick to cry hater, cuz your posts recieve more tips then fly waitors
dyin' to win? "too bad" no ones expectin' a suicide at the end
you could be a lion tamer and still not take 'pride' in your 'pen'
die at the end, when i lay a beatdown worst then Bis's production
u're jockin me now, want on a 12? i'd have to get a penis reduction
gotcha duckin with a jab and go rapid flow that would flip the Arc
a wild throw to McGwire the way your punches missed the Mark
rip your heart, death's no joke its not somethin you can just laugh off
a ghetto Hannibal Lector, a red dot sale, and your brains half off
-I-WitneSS
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KS
A kid named ConCept's palms sweat as he joined a tourney to play
Then realized he'd drawn Ep and got burdened for days
Certain he'd take a loss cause all my raps were iller
He grew butterflies in his stomach like he swallowed caterpillars
Always wack with filler man...you have no chance to fight
But lucky for you I had other plans that night
So you won by default...the accomplishment of you're life
Well I'm came this time to kill your confidence on the mic
Wait...I meant in text since you probably can't spit
You can write some wack punches but honestly...that's it
My raps hit with fast wit it's just so damn easy
Changed u're name from I-Witness cause know u can't see me
So please freeze and stop I don't know why you chose to rap
Didn't you read the odds? Cats already know u're wack
I ain't holding back so make sure your damn mouth is shut
This coward likes running away and now he ran out of luck
Out of touch with reality...battle me? You're facing hell
Son you ain't ready for how I'll cripple you so brace yourself!
You need major help to save your health so start calling
Hell you must be Joseph's wife the way you love Stalin
Making a T with your hands trying to call for down time
You must live on the moon cause you're world revolves around mine
But it's over now I showed you how to rhyme now show respect
Cause in the end I'll be the only one that holds the cheque
Already soaked in sweat now this son's bout to cry
Cause when he came to shake my hand I left him hung out to dry...
ConCept
suffer a repeated case of stage fright & no show
a practical dodger, you even look like Nomo
these attacks seen form a vaccine, here to kill an epidemic
Im servin the ace up my sleeve match point Im set to win it
bitch you're finished, u can't imagine anyone sicker spitten
cuz you're seein' a portrait of me, when you picture winnin'
stick to knittin', while i flip the writtens, & cause some beef
e you're weak kid u couldn't land a punch with Dhalsim's reach
quit rappin', take up painting, first round, Shooter draws defeat
hah you're called elite? bitch puhleease, i sense some false deceit
you'll fall to me by way of choke-slam, a thing this big Show needs
while i flow keys, that'll push your wig back worst then nose bleeds
from last row seats, even the U.N.'s envious of this mastered-piece
just laugh at e while this kid gets drunk off my spit like winetasters
observe how I shake up the spot more then redheads with vibrators
quick to cry hater, cuz your posts recieve more tips then fly waitors
dyin' to win? "too bad" no ones expectin' a suicide at the end
you could be a lion tamer and still not take 'pride' in your 'pen'
die at the end, when i lay a beatdown worst then Bis's production
u're jockin me now, want on a 12? i'd have to get a penis reduction
gotcha duckin with a jab and go rapid flow that would flip the Arc
a wild throw to McGwire the way your punches missed the Mark
rip your heart, death's no joke its not somethin you can just laugh off
a ghetto Hannibal Lector, a red dot sale, and your brains half off
-I-WitneSS
© PunchLine Perverts
KS