trap.
02-03-2013, 04:41 PM
Name: Phant, Phantom, Reflexx
Repped: Underworld, Fource
Where: Pittsburgh, PA
Repped: HG, Mentalz, UPN
vs ThaJoker
TJ's dope, but I'm doper....that's it, my confessional's over/
Now Im 'takin out Tha Joker' like playin professional poker/
I got...weapons and holsters, shoot for spines, don't doubt my aim/
I'll leave you like O'Dogg---you'll 'never walk without a Cane'/
In this bout you'll get slain by the disses that Phantom's droppin/
So how ya hangin with ME when ya couldn’t handle Batman and Robin?/
I'm jabbin and bobbin, ya never gonna wake from this poundin/
Beatin Tha Joker so bad even his fuckin face-paint is frownin...
The Internet "Pimp"....lmao
Keep tellin ya personal lies, I've never heard so much trash/
Only porn star you've fucked has chest hair and a mustache/
So fuck that, a "pimp"??? That really takes a lotta balls, T/
Cuz I fuck broads and phone them just to tell em not to call me/
A "pimp" babblin raps, but you're really just a faggot in rap/
And the only 'tricks you pull' are involvin rabbits and hats/
Ya rappin is wack, not clever, ya verses played with wack shit/
While I 'bring tons of personals'---kinda like ya dating tactics/
Ask ThaJoker about his virginity, I guarantee this fag'll lie/
Heads call you a 'fuckin fruit'-- cuz you've banged ten apple pies...
Never done a verse in audio, in spittin you're defeated by dorks/
But someone told me your best work got 3 keyboards in The Source
vs Galv
Sir Galv? You a knight? I'll laught at ya braggin...why?/
Cuz you be like "I'M MEDIEVAL AND CAN SLAY A DRAGON...fly"/
Ya just a faggot, guy...too old and grumpy to be bringin pain/
Cops in Singapore drool over the way you be 'swingin canes'/
A King of reign? A vet, but ya seem like a headless pupil/
Was that a match-up or were you and aGG fightin over Metamucil?/
Ya shed ya scruples, forfeits are how you get through, clown/
Saw I posted and was like, "What the hell do i do now?!"/
Ya beatin this dude, how? I'll leave you alarmed and stunned/
Galvatron? What are you--A Robocop minus the armor and guns?/
I'll be unharmed when done, ya too RUSTY to trouble or floor me/
Fuck mase, I'll do ya a favor, blast ya ass with WD-40/
I'll double the gore, G...burn ya face and extinguish features/
Have you feelin like failure--worse than Nasif's English teacher/
Go find the bleachers, cuz here, the fans just sit and boo ya/
So I'll beat ya with 'no mercy' like askin the french to listen to ya/
I'm rippin thru ya, ya gettin eaten alive and then chewed out/
Cuz bitch, 'I stick to my guns' like Spiderman in shootouts/
So try a new route, I'll use my anger to prove the winner/
Thats why I hide my rage drunk just so i can lose my temper/
Now choose a winner, you aint drunk--since 40 you been sober/
So I'll crack ya all ya bones, even more than when ya bend over/
This is an new generation, old fella, your plank's at end/
Looks like you shit your pants, but dont worry, just thank Depends
vs Lazarus
This Afghani aint near my level, and these aint just useless facts/
Youll 'never be on my plane'--but I guess you're used to that/
Just a stupid cat, slash terrorist, Security! Scoop this kid!/
WE fly into buildings when late for work--yall do it when you get pissed/
Laz, "the airport pimp" aka the 'CAMEL-toed' whore collector/
That aint your pager goin off, your just under the metal detector/
And tryin to thug at Prowlers? In beef, this kid is far back/
Probably try pullin off drive-bys and end up gettin car-jacked/
Ya scripts and bars lack.....you cant touch the reigning champ/
'Got more space for improvement' than NASA’s new training camp/
Plus you look like a faggot, fantasizing about nuts and peters/
Prowlers got 'sluts and skeezers', you beggin for 'butts and weiners'/
And don’t brag bout rockin a stage, that aint a moshpit you got, dude/
Its guys poundin their friend cuz he convinced em to come watch you.....
vs Yuno
I must make the bitches drool, according to you Im Mister Cool/
Cuz ya stared at my pic for hours and didn't even diss my picture, fool
Yuno? A Chinese rapper? Haha! This gook's soft/
Run up in ya house and pound ya--WITHOUT takin my shoes off/
Racist? That views false...hunger to win is what my raps display/
Yes, its sad to say, but I 'kill cats’'quicker than ya dad's buffet/
Blow this fag away...Ill rip your heritage in front of you/
Look at your avatar faggot, Im ALREADY just sonnin Yu/
ThaJoker? YOU learned from me...mimicked everything I did/
But I 'always eclipse my pupils'---kinda like ya eyelids/
And why no Chink audio?--Nobody's heard ya spittin before/
Cuz that shit prolly sounds like silverware hittin the floor/
My writtens is raw, even this fake-Yao-thinks-that-Im-winnin/
My bomb's grinnin—it just 'took out a Chink' like John Lennon....
vs Square
I'll hit you in the snot-box, the shit that Phant's displayin is top notch/
I'll 'run up and stomp on square' like I was playin fuckin hop scotch/
Fag, you're not hot, you a puss, why don't ya bring ya guys to tangle?/
I'll dropkick MC Circle and give a forearm shiver to Mr. Triangle/
You'll die strangled, ya fucking sissy, I'M one helluva soldier/
I've never been robbed kid, 'square gets held up' by Elmo and Grover/
Ring the bell this shit's over, young buck never threw fire on a page/
Probably the only tourney cat whose seed is higher than his age/
I'm wired with rage, tired of gays, but this square cat's not hearing/
Yea, he's in the driver's seat---On his daddy's lap and steering/
Kid, you ran past the clearing, caught up in scriptures that's arrogant/
Do ya a favor and knock ya out quick---save ya from picture embarassment/
My scripts are just tearin men, take a chance to roll and gamble/
And I'll smoke squares like Joseph Camel, son squares like solar panels/
I control the angles, the sick vet, YOU need experience in the worst way/
Cuz you aint even allowed to reach the sweet 16 until you reach that birthday/
The bleeding hurts, mate, and ya raps make heads doze off and sleep more/
If I keep readin your verses, I'ma have to invest in a softer keyboard/
Head offed with P's sword, sorry, but youre just a beginner, Urkel/
You just saw Phant 'point out' that square cant fit in the winner's circle/
My winnin verse will....kill ya, round 2 won't be a fixture for you/
Want a piece of the action? I'll let ya choose the picture I use....
Im sicker than you, the BEST, I hammer kids that second guess/
I'll 'kill the nicest dude you know' like cancer did to PBS....
Repped: Underworld, Fource
Where: Pittsburgh, PA
Repped: HG, Mentalz, UPN
vs ThaJoker
TJ's dope, but I'm doper....that's it, my confessional's over/
Now Im 'takin out Tha Joker' like playin professional poker/
I got...weapons and holsters, shoot for spines, don't doubt my aim/
I'll leave you like O'Dogg---you'll 'never walk without a Cane'/
In this bout you'll get slain by the disses that Phantom's droppin/
So how ya hangin with ME when ya couldn’t handle Batman and Robin?/
I'm jabbin and bobbin, ya never gonna wake from this poundin/
Beatin Tha Joker so bad even his fuckin face-paint is frownin...
The Internet "Pimp"....lmao
Keep tellin ya personal lies, I've never heard so much trash/
Only porn star you've fucked has chest hair and a mustache/
So fuck that, a "pimp"??? That really takes a lotta balls, T/
Cuz I fuck broads and phone them just to tell em not to call me/
A "pimp" babblin raps, but you're really just a faggot in rap/
And the only 'tricks you pull' are involvin rabbits and hats/
Ya rappin is wack, not clever, ya verses played with wack shit/
While I 'bring tons of personals'---kinda like ya dating tactics/
Ask ThaJoker about his virginity, I guarantee this fag'll lie/
Heads call you a 'fuckin fruit'-- cuz you've banged ten apple pies...
Never done a verse in audio, in spittin you're defeated by dorks/
But someone told me your best work got 3 keyboards in The Source
vs Galv
Sir Galv? You a knight? I'll laught at ya braggin...why?/
Cuz you be like "I'M MEDIEVAL AND CAN SLAY A DRAGON...fly"/
Ya just a faggot, guy...too old and grumpy to be bringin pain/
Cops in Singapore drool over the way you be 'swingin canes'/
A King of reign? A vet, but ya seem like a headless pupil/
Was that a match-up or were you and aGG fightin over Metamucil?/
Ya shed ya scruples, forfeits are how you get through, clown/
Saw I posted and was like, "What the hell do i do now?!"/
Ya beatin this dude, how? I'll leave you alarmed and stunned/
Galvatron? What are you--A Robocop minus the armor and guns?/
I'll be unharmed when done, ya too RUSTY to trouble or floor me/
Fuck mase, I'll do ya a favor, blast ya ass with WD-40/
I'll double the gore, G...burn ya face and extinguish features/
Have you feelin like failure--worse than Nasif's English teacher/
Go find the bleachers, cuz here, the fans just sit and boo ya/
So I'll beat ya with 'no mercy' like askin the french to listen to ya/
I'm rippin thru ya, ya gettin eaten alive and then chewed out/
Cuz bitch, 'I stick to my guns' like Spiderman in shootouts/
So try a new route, I'll use my anger to prove the winner/
Thats why I hide my rage drunk just so i can lose my temper/
Now choose a winner, you aint drunk--since 40 you been sober/
So I'll crack ya all ya bones, even more than when ya bend over/
This is an new generation, old fella, your plank's at end/
Looks like you shit your pants, but dont worry, just thank Depends
vs Lazarus
This Afghani aint near my level, and these aint just useless facts/
Youll 'never be on my plane'--but I guess you're used to that/
Just a stupid cat, slash terrorist, Security! Scoop this kid!/
WE fly into buildings when late for work--yall do it when you get pissed/
Laz, "the airport pimp" aka the 'CAMEL-toed' whore collector/
That aint your pager goin off, your just under the metal detector/
And tryin to thug at Prowlers? In beef, this kid is far back/
Probably try pullin off drive-bys and end up gettin car-jacked/
Ya scripts and bars lack.....you cant touch the reigning champ/
'Got more space for improvement' than NASA’s new training camp/
Plus you look like a faggot, fantasizing about nuts and peters/
Prowlers got 'sluts and skeezers', you beggin for 'butts and weiners'/
And don’t brag bout rockin a stage, that aint a moshpit you got, dude/
Its guys poundin their friend cuz he convinced em to come watch you.....
vs Yuno
I must make the bitches drool, according to you Im Mister Cool/
Cuz ya stared at my pic for hours and didn't even diss my picture, fool
Yuno? A Chinese rapper? Haha! This gook's soft/
Run up in ya house and pound ya--WITHOUT takin my shoes off/
Racist? That views false...hunger to win is what my raps display/
Yes, its sad to say, but I 'kill cats’'quicker than ya dad's buffet/
Blow this fag away...Ill rip your heritage in front of you/
Look at your avatar faggot, Im ALREADY just sonnin Yu/
ThaJoker? YOU learned from me...mimicked everything I did/
But I 'always eclipse my pupils'---kinda like ya eyelids/
And why no Chink audio?--Nobody's heard ya spittin before/
Cuz that shit prolly sounds like silverware hittin the floor/
My writtens is raw, even this fake-Yao-thinks-that-Im-winnin/
My bomb's grinnin—it just 'took out a Chink' like John Lennon....
vs Square
I'll hit you in the snot-box, the shit that Phant's displayin is top notch/
I'll 'run up and stomp on square' like I was playin fuckin hop scotch/
Fag, you're not hot, you a puss, why don't ya bring ya guys to tangle?/
I'll dropkick MC Circle and give a forearm shiver to Mr. Triangle/
You'll die strangled, ya fucking sissy, I'M one helluva soldier/
I've never been robbed kid, 'square gets held up' by Elmo and Grover/
Ring the bell this shit's over, young buck never threw fire on a page/
Probably the only tourney cat whose seed is higher than his age/
I'm wired with rage, tired of gays, but this square cat's not hearing/
Yea, he's in the driver's seat---On his daddy's lap and steering/
Kid, you ran past the clearing, caught up in scriptures that's arrogant/
Do ya a favor and knock ya out quick---save ya from picture embarassment/
My scripts are just tearin men, take a chance to roll and gamble/
And I'll smoke squares like Joseph Camel, son squares like solar panels/
I control the angles, the sick vet, YOU need experience in the worst way/
Cuz you aint even allowed to reach the sweet 16 until you reach that birthday/
The bleeding hurts, mate, and ya raps make heads doze off and sleep more/
If I keep readin your verses, I'ma have to invest in a softer keyboard/
Head offed with P's sword, sorry, but youre just a beginner, Urkel/
You just saw Phant 'point out' that square cant fit in the winner's circle/
My winnin verse will....kill ya, round 2 won't be a fixture for you/
Want a piece of the action? I'll let ya choose the picture I use....
Im sicker than you, the BEST, I hammer kids that second guess/
I'll 'kill the nicest dude you know' like cancer did to PBS....