trap.
02-03-2013, 04:22 PM
Name: Advance
Crews: Text Monsters
Where: Boston, Massachusetts
Repped: UA
vs Adonis
Step if ya can, find out the stun gun hurts/
For you to be less of a man, you'd have to become one first/
Take the hint, I found on a date with your bitch/
That you write long verses, to compensate for your dick/
Draped in spit, with metaphors forced in ya dome/
The only barnburner here, is when I'm torching your home/
Come on, claiming best in the world is great/
But I'll slow you down, and even have your girlfriend 'late'/
Doubt the loss?, on your last leg, I'm out to chop/
For Adonis, reading ill lyrics is culture shock/
Expect the laughs, as I dissect your trash/
Such as how that big trophy, must really stretch your ass/
The death is fast, its your choice to get ripped/
An 'evil mind', I could win battles with my Freudian slips/
Tread on this bitch, in rhymes that are dead on and sick/
I ditched the trophy, I'll settle for ya head on a stick/
You go two ways, and this fag wants to play war games/
How you gonna come to UA, with your gay porn name/
So put the pun to rest, and the five weeks to come ya best/
Dissing you is 'played', since it'll be 'done to death'/
Put lumps on chests, and kick hearts out of place/
If I can't 'shit on you', I leave skid marks on your face/
Spark the hate, take your life in a grappling bout/
The incoherent shit you wrote, was the result of 'tapping out'/
Smack ya mouth, it's yours, but I'll hurl you a bone/
Named for a God, that's why your in a 'world of your own'/
Come prepared, to stain your underwear...
Woke on the 'wrong side of the bed', had no choice with your mother there/
vs Poison
You've had it hard, badly scarred, a step closer to dead/
Fix your avatar, shouldn't the bag go OVER your head?/
Pathetic and dumb, that's what to name your new album/
Your skill level's a ton, since it hasn't changed from 2000/
I'm parting the ground, you get dropped from the aftershock/
There's no 'market' for clowns, your the only 'laughing stock'/
You have to stop, desperation's a sign of blue balls/
I jacked your thinking cap, but it was 5 sizes too small/
Start expecting harm, what's your Race? I'm baffled/
You 'bet the Farm', and now you have no place to battle/
Claim you're the best right? But you tend to clown a lot/
Writing is like your sex-life, never been around the block/
vs Relentless Fists
We both sucked ya mom's tits, our only likeness in war/
Like Sub. teachers, no one cares what ya write on the board/
Your verse is dead, the autopsy proves that I caused it/
Homesick? Of course, you were used to the closet/
You need special attention, riders under your belt/
Constant sexual tension, your in love with yourself/
We need to sew shut, the big old slut that birthed you/
Freaks come OUT at night, you got stuck with a curfew?/
A 'barrel of laughs', since your jokes are just trash/
Your on the hot-seat, I'M not blowing smoke up ya ass/
Skill level is 'shallow', and I leave them immersed/
If Afterlife is instant, you'll still be reading my verse/
Your busy as a beaver, mainly, your girl's beaver/
I know you love her, but the rest of the world needs her/
The consolation prize, Advance is still in ya click/
You only 'tap an ass', when you're milking its dick/
I'm iller than Fist, I made us the best crew lately/
Your known to 'follow a formula', like Test-Tube babies/
War with a foe, like herpes, you got this 'sore from a blow'/
You were never dropped on ya head, it was more of a throw/
Sick of talking to you, about how often ya lose/
And how your dick got cut, when you thought it was pubes/
Inspiring? People join you, then start aching to quit/
Beat ya dad in self-defense, the fag was 'making a Fist'/
A bit of hate with a twist, leave readers mortified/
Fuck home videos, I'll make them flash before ya eyes/
Ignore your pride, got slapped when you gave me an order/
Separate weak from the strong, like the Canadian border
Fist seems defiant, the weakest link and ya proud/
I only get peace and quiet, when your thinking out loud//
You lack the resilience, disses travel over the reader/
As my 'flashes of brilliance', leave opponents in seizures/
You'd fuck white trash fast, and feel no need to check her/
So you mastered the 'crab scratch', but never seen a record/
He's dead by this line, I live by what I said in a rhyme/
Children are the future? Immaturity has you ahead of ya time/
I hate ya writtens, slay Fist with an amazing whipping/
Only one question left, do I have to pay for shipping?/
Crews: Text Monsters
Where: Boston, Massachusetts
Repped: UA
vs Adonis
Step if ya can, find out the stun gun hurts/
For you to be less of a man, you'd have to become one first/
Take the hint, I found on a date with your bitch/
That you write long verses, to compensate for your dick/
Draped in spit, with metaphors forced in ya dome/
The only barnburner here, is when I'm torching your home/
Come on, claiming best in the world is great/
But I'll slow you down, and even have your girlfriend 'late'/
Doubt the loss?, on your last leg, I'm out to chop/
For Adonis, reading ill lyrics is culture shock/
Expect the laughs, as I dissect your trash/
Such as how that big trophy, must really stretch your ass/
The death is fast, its your choice to get ripped/
An 'evil mind', I could win battles with my Freudian slips/
Tread on this bitch, in rhymes that are dead on and sick/
I ditched the trophy, I'll settle for ya head on a stick/
You go two ways, and this fag wants to play war games/
How you gonna come to UA, with your gay porn name/
So put the pun to rest, and the five weeks to come ya best/
Dissing you is 'played', since it'll be 'done to death'/
Put lumps on chests, and kick hearts out of place/
If I can't 'shit on you', I leave skid marks on your face/
Spark the hate, take your life in a grappling bout/
The incoherent shit you wrote, was the result of 'tapping out'/
Smack ya mouth, it's yours, but I'll hurl you a bone/
Named for a God, that's why your in a 'world of your own'/
Come prepared, to stain your underwear...
Woke on the 'wrong side of the bed', had no choice with your mother there/
vs Poison
You've had it hard, badly scarred, a step closer to dead/
Fix your avatar, shouldn't the bag go OVER your head?/
Pathetic and dumb, that's what to name your new album/
Your skill level's a ton, since it hasn't changed from 2000/
I'm parting the ground, you get dropped from the aftershock/
There's no 'market' for clowns, your the only 'laughing stock'/
You have to stop, desperation's a sign of blue balls/
I jacked your thinking cap, but it was 5 sizes too small/
Start expecting harm, what's your Race? I'm baffled/
You 'bet the Farm', and now you have no place to battle/
Claim you're the best right? But you tend to clown a lot/
Writing is like your sex-life, never been around the block/
vs Relentless Fists
We both sucked ya mom's tits, our only likeness in war/
Like Sub. teachers, no one cares what ya write on the board/
Your verse is dead, the autopsy proves that I caused it/
Homesick? Of course, you were used to the closet/
You need special attention, riders under your belt/
Constant sexual tension, your in love with yourself/
We need to sew shut, the big old slut that birthed you/
Freaks come OUT at night, you got stuck with a curfew?/
A 'barrel of laughs', since your jokes are just trash/
Your on the hot-seat, I'M not blowing smoke up ya ass/
Skill level is 'shallow', and I leave them immersed/
If Afterlife is instant, you'll still be reading my verse/
Your busy as a beaver, mainly, your girl's beaver/
I know you love her, but the rest of the world needs her/
The consolation prize, Advance is still in ya click/
You only 'tap an ass', when you're milking its dick/
I'm iller than Fist, I made us the best crew lately/
Your known to 'follow a formula', like Test-Tube babies/
War with a foe, like herpes, you got this 'sore from a blow'/
You were never dropped on ya head, it was more of a throw/
Sick of talking to you, about how often ya lose/
And how your dick got cut, when you thought it was pubes/
Inspiring? People join you, then start aching to quit/
Beat ya dad in self-defense, the fag was 'making a Fist'/
A bit of hate with a twist, leave readers mortified/
Fuck home videos, I'll make them flash before ya eyes/
Ignore your pride, got slapped when you gave me an order/
Separate weak from the strong, like the Canadian border
Fist seems defiant, the weakest link and ya proud/
I only get peace and quiet, when your thinking out loud//
You lack the resilience, disses travel over the reader/
As my 'flashes of brilliance', leave opponents in seizures/
You'd fuck white trash fast, and feel no need to check her/
So you mastered the 'crab scratch', but never seen a record/
He's dead by this line, I live by what I said in a rhyme/
Children are the future? Immaturity has you ahead of ya time/
I hate ya writtens, slay Fist with an amazing whipping/
Only one question left, do I have to pay for shipping?/