trap.
02-16-2013, 03:00 PM
Com
Fucking virgin my word's true, This match? watch me whirl through,
S'funny I'm taking your belt off you...yet you can't get your girl to
Bitch your whole world's through, and you know I'm prepared better...
...coz you've been ducking me for years.. like I'm ya fucking hairdresser
Prick you know I'm the baddest kid, I'm here to fucking damage shit
So try stretching your imagination, to fit your skull when I've flattened it
I wanted this and I'm mad as shit, watch it unfurl on your body
I know you've got the will to battle, just make sure your girl has a copy
You've never champed think with reason, you'll be dismembered and bleeding
You're like a seed the way you'll need sewed by the end of the season
Allready got the belt and beat Lay... but all that this prick's proved...
...is he'll come out scratching and biting, and any other bitchmove
Now I've a whole site to get through to, the fact I can school you
But I've seen trenches spend less time in the frontlines than you do
It ain't hard to make you fold... remember bitch I'm the champ,
Watch me go postal on this bitch, finish him with licks and a stamp
And although you've never champed.. you're ranked as one of the best
Coz if at first he doesn't succeed, this bitch redefines success
You don't impress, you ain't nice, the prick looks like he spreads lice
Come and watch my verse scare this bitch half to death...twice
Feeble Minded
I think we're pretty good friends so this aint clever to test
Sad how you've always been 'up there' but NEVER 'the best'
you ain't a rapper, I've been told he's weak so I fold this geek
so wack - even your fucking ear drums can't hold a beat
you're just another rusty faggot I'm known to embarass
so fucking dumb your mental faculties wrote home to your parents
I always get to thinking you're dope but I dismember the facts
its a form of amnesia
cuz as soon as you post I suddenly remember you're wack
Only bringing dope punches - I got the finest resolved..
I taught your bitch how to bagpipe without the Irish involved
never were on my level, just acting like a bitch dude..
and you can have a standoff... but you're still off if you sit too
you'll never hold half the clout that my best lines vamp..
we only call you the winner as in 'maybe next time, champ'
You're putting ya battling skill together again and trying to care
you've gotten over the rust - at this point, no use denying it's there
when I peep your accomplishments my feet are stamping with reason
nerve to waste FOUR YEARS to say you're champ of a season
poor ass motherfucker you get extensively whored
even my brainchild has a crib more expensive than yours
Winner: Com
Fucking virgin my word's true, This match? watch me whirl through,
S'funny I'm taking your belt off you...yet you can't get your girl to
Bitch your whole world's through, and you know I'm prepared better...
...coz you've been ducking me for years.. like I'm ya fucking hairdresser
Prick you know I'm the baddest kid, I'm here to fucking damage shit
So try stretching your imagination, to fit your skull when I've flattened it
I wanted this and I'm mad as shit, watch it unfurl on your body
I know you've got the will to battle, just make sure your girl has a copy
You've never champed think with reason, you'll be dismembered and bleeding
You're like a seed the way you'll need sewed by the end of the season
Allready got the belt and beat Lay... but all that this prick's proved...
...is he'll come out scratching and biting, and any other bitchmove
Now I've a whole site to get through to, the fact I can school you
But I've seen trenches spend less time in the frontlines than you do
It ain't hard to make you fold... remember bitch I'm the champ,
Watch me go postal on this bitch, finish him with licks and a stamp
And although you've never champed.. you're ranked as one of the best
Coz if at first he doesn't succeed, this bitch redefines success
You don't impress, you ain't nice, the prick looks like he spreads lice
Come and watch my verse scare this bitch half to death...twice
Feeble Minded
I think we're pretty good friends so this aint clever to test
Sad how you've always been 'up there' but NEVER 'the best'
you ain't a rapper, I've been told he's weak so I fold this geek
so wack - even your fucking ear drums can't hold a beat
you're just another rusty faggot I'm known to embarass
so fucking dumb your mental faculties wrote home to your parents
I always get to thinking you're dope but I dismember the facts
its a form of amnesia
cuz as soon as you post I suddenly remember you're wack
Only bringing dope punches - I got the finest resolved..
I taught your bitch how to bagpipe without the Irish involved
never were on my level, just acting like a bitch dude..
and you can have a standoff... but you're still off if you sit too
you'll never hold half the clout that my best lines vamp..
we only call you the winner as in 'maybe next time, champ'
You're putting ya battling skill together again and trying to care
you've gotten over the rust - at this point, no use denying it's there
when I peep your accomplishments my feet are stamping with reason
nerve to waste FOUR YEARS to say you're champ of a season
poor ass motherfucker you get extensively whored
even my brainchild has a crib more expensive than yours
Winner: Com