trap.
02-16-2013, 03:00 PM
Feeble Minded
you're fatigued & in last, I got dudes intrigued in a flash
you only look accomplished fulfilling the league with ya trash
the falsehood that you're a champ will pass in a blaze..
Last season was so week, your feeling of victory only lasted for days
I'm bashing his praise, it's undeserved, but at least you suck great
beating you is such a flash you'd think Adobe released an update
I can imagine you sitting there planning your pointless crap life...
"Goals: Get married, have kids... fuck it, I'll just join a rap site..."
Smoka wrote your legends profile, now his life is tragically scarred
I'd fake my death too,
if I had to find links that didn't make you look as bad as you are
your verses are wack, stick to poems, your rapping is hopeless
your REAL battle is with truancy over being so absent of dopeness
you never post dope, this newbie's doubted when..
you don't wear fancy suits, but always have a two piece out of ten
You only get the rider votes, my verse is what the brave favor...
in comparison it's such a master piece, yours does slave labor
You've had the same ugly wife for ages, my spitting is bold son
An old dog can't learn new tricks.. or get rid of the old ones..
she's anorexic as shit, in the wind she's brittle, that fraud sways,
playgoers everywhere are disgusted by how little ya broadways
Born To Kill
Ain’t you still a baby? One of the youngest on RB…
If kid gets drunk at a party…just take his giant, plastic keys.
Feeb, you’s gay and you know it…a flood of men you entertain…
S’why you takin on 8 to 9 inches never has anything to do with rain.
Ya weak…defense ain’t what it was...ya tried but can’t trump me…
There’re enough chinks in ya armor to offend every Asian country.
And I hear ya girl gotcha spending, even her food, ya buy it…
Feebs provides the gravy train…gaines burgers & science diet.
And about the bitch…she a slut…so many guys you should down gin…
It’s like her cunts a circus car, the way she lets all kinds of clowns in.
Last week, ya bodyguard bite was sweet…so here’s a bit of that for you…
It’s odd you mention two piece...considering ya serve em at the drive thru.
Tried to whore me but only bored me…s’like déjà vu, isn’t it…
Cuz ya verse catchin that familiar feeling of no one givin a shit.
Talk all the talk you want…I’m still wearing the title, you bitch…
You’ll only make Wall of Champions if I mount your head on it.
I like your “Jew pic” as you put it…trying to look like a man, geek…
It’s clear ya takin steroids…and applyin em to ya hair and cheeks.
I grew up in the 70’s, bitch…and I’ll show no remorse, hack…
But I dunno if I’m kickin the shit outta Feebs or Kotter’s Horseshack.
Winner: Feeble Minded
you're fatigued & in last, I got dudes intrigued in a flash
you only look accomplished fulfilling the league with ya trash
the falsehood that you're a champ will pass in a blaze..
Last season was so week, your feeling of victory only lasted for days
I'm bashing his praise, it's undeserved, but at least you suck great
beating you is such a flash you'd think Adobe released an update
I can imagine you sitting there planning your pointless crap life...
"Goals: Get married, have kids... fuck it, I'll just join a rap site..."
Smoka wrote your legends profile, now his life is tragically scarred
I'd fake my death too,
if I had to find links that didn't make you look as bad as you are
your verses are wack, stick to poems, your rapping is hopeless
your REAL battle is with truancy over being so absent of dopeness
you never post dope, this newbie's doubted when..
you don't wear fancy suits, but always have a two piece out of ten
You only get the rider votes, my verse is what the brave favor...
in comparison it's such a master piece, yours does slave labor
You've had the same ugly wife for ages, my spitting is bold son
An old dog can't learn new tricks.. or get rid of the old ones..
she's anorexic as shit, in the wind she's brittle, that fraud sways,
playgoers everywhere are disgusted by how little ya broadways
Born To Kill
Ain’t you still a baby? One of the youngest on RB…
If kid gets drunk at a party…just take his giant, plastic keys.
Feeb, you’s gay and you know it…a flood of men you entertain…
S’why you takin on 8 to 9 inches never has anything to do with rain.
Ya weak…defense ain’t what it was...ya tried but can’t trump me…
There’re enough chinks in ya armor to offend every Asian country.
And I hear ya girl gotcha spending, even her food, ya buy it…
Feebs provides the gravy train…gaines burgers & science diet.
And about the bitch…she a slut…so many guys you should down gin…
It’s like her cunts a circus car, the way she lets all kinds of clowns in.
Last week, ya bodyguard bite was sweet…so here’s a bit of that for you…
It’s odd you mention two piece...considering ya serve em at the drive thru.
Tried to whore me but only bored me…s’like déjà vu, isn’t it…
Cuz ya verse catchin that familiar feeling of no one givin a shit.
Talk all the talk you want…I’m still wearing the title, you bitch…
You’ll only make Wall of Champions if I mount your head on it.
I like your “Jew pic” as you put it…trying to look like a man, geek…
It’s clear ya takin steroids…and applyin em to ya hair and cheeks.
I grew up in the 70’s, bitch…and I’ll show no remorse, hack…
But I dunno if I’m kickin the shit outta Feebs or Kotter’s Horseshack.
Winner: Feeble Minded