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trap.
01-25-2013, 04:23 PM
02-12-2003


D-Compose's Verse:

it's like u work in the coalworks, cos u a miner-job (minor job)
now like a red light u beggin me to stop
ok, lets all stop and grade your attempt at an ill verse
you get a D, pull out your nerves sorry if your feelings got hurt!
Yo wot the fuck?! Your avatar is a fuckin breakdancer?
My diagnosis for you: only illness you got is fuckin brain cancer
To think that this fuckin battle is actually big enough for 2 ds
Say youre dope, elevate kid, couldnt even get high off Es*
Nobody likes you, pissed off u aint getting any valentines cards
You say u r good?! But you lie like gravestones in graveyards!
Do you work for rent-a-kill wearin protective overalls and pants?
Cos after Im gonna kill you your epitaph will read Good Rid-Ants (riddance)
Yo lets play a little game. Drink a shot everytime it says WINNER followed by your name
Id be sober, like the AAs**. Cos when I jump through your window is the only time u make me feel Pane (pain).

* E's = Ecstacy...as if u didnt no.
**AA's - Alcoholics Anonymous


DNice's Verse:

NY killah
D-Compose, I suppose, you think the rhymes you chose were smart//
Now I arose, and I'm murderin those, close to your heart//
What are you dumb. This is Hip Hop 101. I'm first in da class//
Wait till I'm done, before you grade me son, and D's finished wit ya ass//
I got cancer, cause my avatar is a breakdancer? Kid you made a mistake//
You sealed ya fate, after I bury you, I'ma pop, lock, and break//
Sittin there drinkin tea, talkin shit about D, all the way from over seas//
Yeah and your right, valintine's day cards are hard to write, when ya mom's on her knees//
You bloody fool, probably thought it was cool, wit ya little game//
Now ya mumblin, drunk and stumblin. Damn ya verse was lame//
Battle me again and again, I'll allways win. Wind up drinkin a keg//
I'ma run through ya town in rural England , like the bubonic pluage//
Well, break a leg, good luck, Dnice leavin you wit ya pen stuck//
Nothin left to write. Tuck you in goodnight, sorry you dumb fuck//
Tryed to mess wit NY, nice try. Here baby here's a tissue now go home and cry//