trap.
02-03-2013, 04:38 PM
Name: MMx
Crews: Rx
Where: Napa Valley, California
Repped: HG, Mentalz, UP
vs Benny Wizdom
..how to begin? ..even WITH my style, i doubt you will win
what i pen will make ya fuckin shadow jump out of its skin...
i have to admit, based on rust, some may give the odds to you
but for MM i raise the bar like i'm weightlifting on the moon...
i'm stompin through, cuz face it kid, ya not half as ill as me
you're just victim number one on my march madness killing spree...
you dissin me? never that, my rep will overshadow you
cuz i'm the fuckin tank of gas you'll never hold a candle to...
as for you bitin my shit, now feel the shame of remorse,
cuz the mere thought of me cues the urine stain on ya drawers...
stay on the floor, don't move, not even a nervous twitch
Benny Wizdom?? i fuckin doubt you've ever seen a pearl of it...
i'm servin this.. raw and grimy, straight poisonous form
i'm on fucking FIRE right now.. you're approaching lukewarm
so you're torn at this point.. my verse is a torturous ploy
and if you ever held my mic it'd make your shoulders disjoint
so don't disappoint, we all know you won't win in this fight
cuz i'ma psychic's best friend... bringing predictions to life
get with it guy, you been a plague since you been on the scene
your bright ideas are like ya teeth... few and far between
dropped with ease, ya style's decayed, and still you try to stay?
well, i'm a selfish operator.. you don't get the time of day.
i rhyme away, my mind displays an endless fountain of punches
while you're breakin ya bank and it's still amountin to nothing
without me YOU'RE nuthin, yet you pray you'll roast this vet?
how ya gonna try to kill the goose that lays ya golden egg?
vs Prox
... i'm MORE than likely to win, despite what you spit...
since you did it, my voters this round will recycle their pics..
ya tryin, with eyes closed askin "do i look tough yet?"
when ya so shook you wore red to disguise the bloodshed
.. i'm untouchable, unbeatable.. just go ask benny,
after you diss my eyebrows cuz you don't have any....
i'm sayin... ya lines are too long, ya text is just wordy,
best not show like ya five-o'clock shadow reppin one-thirty
it's gettin unnerving, like what's making you scowl...
but that stare couldn't pierce through a wet paper towel
face it now, ya wack and rattled, you'll collapse in this battle
you're so skinny i couldn't hit you with a handful of gravel..
.. last round ya really lost, so what can i hope to prove?
well.. nebs came quarter ass and was still twice as dope as you!
focus dude.. i know it's hard when we clowning ya pic...
but how do you spit while permanently pouting ya lips??
.. as for ya wit? ya talk about ass, so get this shit clear
i'ma stay the front-runner.. you can bring up the rear..
know kabob's "cold look" line, the one he got mocked for writin?
but i feel even MORE sorry for YOU since you personified it..
stop trying.. you can't fight lookin like a pussy al pacino,
you prolly do shots of chai tea and chase'm with frapuccinos
.. the only laughs you got is when you said you got a life
if you took off ya hat it'd look like a full moon was on the rise
honestly prox.. you truly deserve one helluva title...
lookin like a winnner from Special Olympics meets American Idol
see.. the battle steez is employed, it's best you flee to avoid it
cuz i'm about to flush the hardest piece of shit in the toilet
i'm gifted.. you know this, might as well just fuckin flee herb,
cuz i just put you in ya place like Milo up in Sluts & Skeezers
vs Balth
... your face is a work of art... how you like that assumption?
it looks like a pessimist impressionist's design of a pumpkin...
frightening munchkin, but i shouldn't value a book for its cover
cuz yours is "We're All God's Creatures: Balth More Than Others"
ya gonna catch a loss in this bout, you're too cocky and proud,
get socked in the mouth like "bitch, where's ya confidence now?"
honestly balth, if you want an L, battling me is enough...
but with a pic that goes to show you're family tree is a shrub?
ugly as fuck, and that look.. i'm trying to figure it out...
is that a smile?.. or just some teeth that wouldn't fit in your mouth?
get outta here pussyface, you're best attack isn't funny
you're the kid kids who get picked on bully-back for some money
...i've had it with fronting, balth, you fuckin lied to us all...
no way YOU, Nerdimus Maximus, could ever survive in the Bronx...
.. you're tired assault is weak, expect to get knocked up,
you're only attribute is flow... and guess what just washed up?
you've got guts, but look like shit... and somewhat of a male...
your grill's got so many gaps, it looks like ya tongue is in jail...
see, i'll even help you a little... like, now i'm insulted-
my eyebrows are bushy... but YOU'RE eyebrows are sculpted
..let's take it back to HG, when you couldn't flow for shit
never used multi's, and made ya name trading votes for dick
your hopes were dim when we battled... i saw through ya shit
saw the bitchmoves behind bitchmoves and called you on it...
you took the loss, AND left the net... so while you are talkin
tell me, when you came back... whose style were you rockin!?
.. that's right, it was mine, cuz facin me, the net's hardest...
i'm fuckin quick to draw blood like LAPD sketch artists...
get this.. you're like a mosquito.. though you aren't a bug
you still get slapped the fuck off once you start to suck...
as for the bags under ya eyes, you should be treatin them NOW
cuz they so big, looks like your eyes are schemin to bounce..
readin this bout, it's clear i fucking have you scared son....
there'll be NO more rounds for you, so go back to square one
i spare none, like ya kid sister.. what can i have to prove?....
ehh.. i won't even touch on her .. perv, i'll leave that up to you.....
vs 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....
Crews: Rx
Where: Napa Valley, California
Repped: HG, Mentalz, UP
vs Benny Wizdom
..how to begin? ..even WITH my style, i doubt you will win
what i pen will make ya fuckin shadow jump out of its skin...
i have to admit, based on rust, some may give the odds to you
but for MM i raise the bar like i'm weightlifting on the moon...
i'm stompin through, cuz face it kid, ya not half as ill as me
you're just victim number one on my march madness killing spree...
you dissin me? never that, my rep will overshadow you
cuz i'm the fuckin tank of gas you'll never hold a candle to...
as for you bitin my shit, now feel the shame of remorse,
cuz the mere thought of me cues the urine stain on ya drawers...
stay on the floor, don't move, not even a nervous twitch
Benny Wizdom?? i fuckin doubt you've ever seen a pearl of it...
i'm servin this.. raw and grimy, straight poisonous form
i'm on fucking FIRE right now.. you're approaching lukewarm
so you're torn at this point.. my verse is a torturous ploy
and if you ever held my mic it'd make your shoulders disjoint
so don't disappoint, we all know you won't win in this fight
cuz i'ma psychic's best friend... bringing predictions to life
get with it guy, you been a plague since you been on the scene
your bright ideas are like ya teeth... few and far between
dropped with ease, ya style's decayed, and still you try to stay?
well, i'm a selfish operator.. you don't get the time of day.
i rhyme away, my mind displays an endless fountain of punches
while you're breakin ya bank and it's still amountin to nothing
without me YOU'RE nuthin, yet you pray you'll roast this vet?
how ya gonna try to kill the goose that lays ya golden egg?
vs Prox
... i'm MORE than likely to win, despite what you spit...
since you did it, my voters this round will recycle their pics..
ya tryin, with eyes closed askin "do i look tough yet?"
when ya so shook you wore red to disguise the bloodshed
.. i'm untouchable, unbeatable.. just go ask benny,
after you diss my eyebrows cuz you don't have any....
i'm sayin... ya lines are too long, ya text is just wordy,
best not show like ya five-o'clock shadow reppin one-thirty
it's gettin unnerving, like what's making you scowl...
but that stare couldn't pierce through a wet paper towel
face it now, ya wack and rattled, you'll collapse in this battle
you're so skinny i couldn't hit you with a handful of gravel..
.. last round ya really lost, so what can i hope to prove?
well.. nebs came quarter ass and was still twice as dope as you!
focus dude.. i know it's hard when we clowning ya pic...
but how do you spit while permanently pouting ya lips??
.. as for ya wit? ya talk about ass, so get this shit clear
i'ma stay the front-runner.. you can bring up the rear..
know kabob's "cold look" line, the one he got mocked for writin?
but i feel even MORE sorry for YOU since you personified it..
stop trying.. you can't fight lookin like a pussy al pacino,
you prolly do shots of chai tea and chase'm with frapuccinos
.. the only laughs you got is when you said you got a life
if you took off ya hat it'd look like a full moon was on the rise
honestly prox.. you truly deserve one helluva title...
lookin like a winnner from Special Olympics meets American Idol
see.. the battle steez is employed, it's best you flee to avoid it
cuz i'm about to flush the hardest piece of shit in the toilet
i'm gifted.. you know this, might as well just fuckin flee herb,
cuz i just put you in ya place like Milo up in Sluts & Skeezers
vs Balth
... your face is a work of art... how you like that assumption?
it looks like a pessimist impressionist's design of a pumpkin...
frightening munchkin, but i shouldn't value a book for its cover
cuz yours is "We're All God's Creatures: Balth More Than Others"
ya gonna catch a loss in this bout, you're too cocky and proud,
get socked in the mouth like "bitch, where's ya confidence now?"
honestly balth, if you want an L, battling me is enough...
but with a pic that goes to show you're family tree is a shrub?
ugly as fuck, and that look.. i'm trying to figure it out...
is that a smile?.. or just some teeth that wouldn't fit in your mouth?
get outta here pussyface, you're best attack isn't funny
you're the kid kids who get picked on bully-back for some money
...i've had it with fronting, balth, you fuckin lied to us all...
no way YOU, Nerdimus Maximus, could ever survive in the Bronx...
.. you're tired assault is weak, expect to get knocked up,
you're only attribute is flow... and guess what just washed up?
you've got guts, but look like shit... and somewhat of a male...
your grill's got so many gaps, it looks like ya tongue is in jail...
see, i'll even help you a little... like, now i'm insulted-
my eyebrows are bushy... but YOU'RE eyebrows are sculpted
..let's take it back to HG, when you couldn't flow for shit
never used multi's, and made ya name trading votes for dick
your hopes were dim when we battled... i saw through ya shit
saw the bitchmoves behind bitchmoves and called you on it...
you took the loss, AND left the net... so while you are talkin
tell me, when you came back... whose style were you rockin!?
.. that's right, it was mine, cuz facin me, the net's hardest...
i'm fuckin quick to draw blood like LAPD sketch artists...
get this.. you're like a mosquito.. though you aren't a bug
you still get slapped the fuck off once you start to suck...
as for the bags under ya eyes, you should be treatin them NOW
cuz they so big, looks like your eyes are schemin to bounce..
readin this bout, it's clear i fucking have you scared son....
there'll be NO more rounds for you, so go back to square one
i spare none, like ya kid sister.. what can i have to prove?....
ehh.. i won't even touch on her .. perv, i'll leave that up to you.....
vs 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....