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02-10-2013, 04:53 PM
Vylint
Get down son, how in the fuck did you get the title now punk?
come to think of it, last year you aint even make it past round one
Make the sound hush, i'll make you run that like i told ya
Then put you outa so much $, spit look like he under my shoulda
So you aint badass, that's laughs, and herb you'll see the news
If you the root of all evil, i'll make herbal tea of you
Welcome to the show, it's free of charge and sick so you know
The voters wont need a ticket, to 'admit' that i'm dope
I get cats hype, i'm illy some so dont be silly son
Cuz i got peeps more Highstrung then Billy Gun
spit would think im a chinese chef when i devour shit
because i'll turn his sweet talk real sour quick
Spitacular love's feeble, i seen it come outa you
But me and kyle use to get on aim, and diss the FUCK OUTA YOU
Then when i came i was solemn yo, wrote mags and all them jokes
did a whole article on spit, and still didnt column dope
dont swallow, CHOKE, mother fucker i got heaters ya see
and everyone'll agree, that you just hold that belt for meters or me
I put this off, for maybe hours or days, who cares, the powers amaze
So if you think you smell victory, i must not of showered today
son the illest true rapper, u all make me hoot laughter
Cuz your more green with envy then an angry Bruce Banner
You a lame gay, and dont you worry about the stained blad
Cuz i'd cut ya head off, but you the one who shoulda saved face
you arnt hurtin me, and i'll murk that speech with certainty
cuz i spoke "be easy", and you took my advice perfectly
Theres no promises in rap, and that sucks ya see
so act up to me, and i'll make ya skull all its cracked up to be
Dont laugh man, i'll slash that half ass rap and
Make you fucking hit the deck, like you lost at black jack
$pitacular
Bitch I run with the Godly.… n’ we’re known to be smiters
I hope you know…. your user title’s only dissin ya biters
This’ the igniter…… fuck the talk I’m makin Legends
when I give you the elbow… stuck on top like it’s a present
fuck all the impressions… the hell got you so skeptical
bitch I’ll shut down ya shit, like three steaks n’ no vegetables
s’regrettable, I get the win… you left stuck & twitchin
Vy dislike the way it goes, so no use in fuckin bitchin
fuck ya writtens, you ain’t even got the flow to hold a crowd
n’ it ain’t squat to me stupid fuck, hoe you s’posed to bow
funny how things changed, when I demonstrated script
used to be Teflon… now can’t even penetrate ya bitch
I’m here to devastate this shit…. fuck you telling me
I’d advise compose ya self, but that’d make an ugly melody
Look hoe, I know ya nervous… I can see it in ya heart bitch
n’ yo, I’d take advantage… but had surplus to start with
check this, it ain’t punches, it’s postcards ya send me punk
finally signed to an indie lable… as in the office in India
Epic… The Design… I’m known for sizzlin scripture
so, ya finally met your match…. I only seen dizzle in pictures
ripped ya, quality ain’t been the same since you fell dude
I’m sure all of DiamondMinds…... n’ I sure as hell do
learn to spell too… I’m tired of the illiterate ramble
this all answers the question…. in ya gay AIM handle
fond of ya net achievements… you went the distance
hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw frontline wins listed
Kid ya never shoulda spoke… vader’s known to choke necks
n’ the only time you use the force… is when you have sex
you wack tef…. text-wise you could never kill me
you ain’t really a has-been…. more like a never was/will be
Winner: Vylint
Get down son, how in the fuck did you get the title now punk?
come to think of it, last year you aint even make it past round one
Make the sound hush, i'll make you run that like i told ya
Then put you outa so much $, spit look like he under my shoulda
So you aint badass, that's laughs, and herb you'll see the news
If you the root of all evil, i'll make herbal tea of you
Welcome to the show, it's free of charge and sick so you know
The voters wont need a ticket, to 'admit' that i'm dope
I get cats hype, i'm illy some so dont be silly son
Cuz i got peeps more Highstrung then Billy Gun
spit would think im a chinese chef when i devour shit
because i'll turn his sweet talk real sour quick
Spitacular love's feeble, i seen it come outa you
But me and kyle use to get on aim, and diss the FUCK OUTA YOU
Then when i came i was solemn yo, wrote mags and all them jokes
did a whole article on spit, and still didnt column dope
dont swallow, CHOKE, mother fucker i got heaters ya see
and everyone'll agree, that you just hold that belt for meters or me
I put this off, for maybe hours or days, who cares, the powers amaze
So if you think you smell victory, i must not of showered today
son the illest true rapper, u all make me hoot laughter
Cuz your more green with envy then an angry Bruce Banner
You a lame gay, and dont you worry about the stained blad
Cuz i'd cut ya head off, but you the one who shoulda saved face
you arnt hurtin me, and i'll murk that speech with certainty
cuz i spoke "be easy", and you took my advice perfectly
Theres no promises in rap, and that sucks ya see
so act up to me, and i'll make ya skull all its cracked up to be
Dont laugh man, i'll slash that half ass rap and
Make you fucking hit the deck, like you lost at black jack
$pitacular
Bitch I run with the Godly.… n’ we’re known to be smiters
I hope you know…. your user title’s only dissin ya biters
This’ the igniter…… fuck the talk I’m makin Legends
when I give you the elbow… stuck on top like it’s a present
fuck all the impressions… the hell got you so skeptical
bitch I’ll shut down ya shit, like three steaks n’ no vegetables
s’regrettable, I get the win… you left stuck & twitchin
Vy dislike the way it goes, so no use in fuckin bitchin
fuck ya writtens, you ain’t even got the flow to hold a crowd
n’ it ain’t squat to me stupid fuck, hoe you s’posed to bow
funny how things changed, when I demonstrated script
used to be Teflon… now can’t even penetrate ya bitch
I’m here to devastate this shit…. fuck you telling me
I’d advise compose ya self, but that’d make an ugly melody
Look hoe, I know ya nervous… I can see it in ya heart bitch
n’ yo, I’d take advantage… but had surplus to start with
check this, it ain’t punches, it’s postcards ya send me punk
finally signed to an indie lable… as in the office in India
Epic… The Design… I’m known for sizzlin scripture
so, ya finally met your match…. I only seen dizzle in pictures
ripped ya, quality ain’t been the same since you fell dude
I’m sure all of DiamondMinds…... n’ I sure as hell do
learn to spell too… I’m tired of the illiterate ramble
this all answers the question…. in ya gay AIM handle
fond of ya net achievements… you went the distance
hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw frontline wins listed
Kid ya never shoulda spoke… vader’s known to choke necks
n’ the only time you use the force… is when you have sex
you wack tef…. text-wise you could never kill me
you ain’t really a has-been…. more like a never was/will be
Winner: Vylint