02-03-2013, 04:23 PM | #1 |
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Join Date: Aug 1997
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Relentless Fists
Name: Relentless Fists
Crew: Where: Repped: UA vs Advance Fuck competing... he's scared as shit with ruptured breathing Vance looks like a million bucks ...at the start of hunting season his structure- cheating, doing anything to influence placement judges beware.. 'do the Honours' to Vance is a literal statement sick yet complacent, he'll menage a trois... and I'll leave out with details... but if we cut out the middle man Sho'd finally fuck a female and check the retail.. cause Andy, my lines are not for free the postman punch caught your eye.. and then it caught your teeth now I wont stop to breath, not till his coffin is down he fought for deer life so hard Bambi's mom would be proud aint no calming me down.... face it, you'd get beat with one rhyme and I always keep my word just like you keep my punchlines believe its crunch time... and believe that you dont want to be brave cause I'll give you a bruised ego to go along with your face I'll put your karma in place.. realize your helpless boy cause giving yourself blow jobs doesn't make you self employed I'll wreck, destroy, and rip your bowels.. Fist will spare nothin I got him throwing in the towel quicker then scared muslims but we be cousins, both like Diapers.. when we chill on the block cause I walk around self absorbed while he gets pissed on alot this bitch never stops, at UA he's always part of the clatter so I'll sit back and let my knife get to the heart of the matter shit always follows a pattern, he'll vanish in some forrest like Diabetes and Cancer .. Advance'll 'make a run' for it I done tore it... embarrassed you, while I stand atop the rubble go bury your head in the sand... I'll supply the saw and shovel your asian ghostwriter buckled.. you better dance with him cause you'll have to 'keep your Chin up' if you want a chance to win fast and swift, you'll hack and spit.. when I go by you and know I'm cold and calculated like an Eskimo highschool i'll shred till I slice through... pound till your rotten pound till your chest is caved in as deep as Bin Laden your cheap and your droppin, for quarters at millions of malls we know you 'live out of a suitcase' like ventriloquist dolls I spit for the cause, because this cheat cant bare to lose he snuck a card up his sleeve to complete his pair of twos tearing through... I hate your guts, I got them on my stitching so I'll give you a dirty look like unqualified cosmeticians watch me pin him, then pin my ribbon... just bow and take the L the loss gots you kicking yourself like you tore your ACL vs Supernova you win? not possibly true.. and dont take it hard when you lose cause sportsmanship ain't tennis on a Carnival cruise garner a clue, and stab your mom, if you think we have a bond your metaphors are ancient, all you do is Babylon you got a shitload of haters, and it's got me to ponder that maybe I should put the bat down and give Jesus the honours wreck with text? nah, you just a wreck with text I'll have you 'scrambling for your life' like imprisoned breakfast chefs punched you three times, then you asked to talk it out my reasoning got you wobbly and the forthright knocked you out novie felt violated and demanded a whistle then 'excercised his rights' and broke his hand on the pillow watched you stand vigil... stealing my lines with your wackness fact is, your more turncoat then nike reversible jackets bring a french judge.. you still cant settle the score my grandma gots underhanded tactics better then yours vs Sypher two barbarians meet peeps can see the heat through your teeth Sypher might look hungry, but thats cause he hasn’t eaten in weeks boney arms dont enact-violence..this weakling aint rhyming he must be on a ‘crash-diet’ like drinking and driving start re-thinking your timing, I laugh at your thoughts of besting me when I ran over your brain I must’ve jogged your memory just keep the pace son, your half dead and I aint done there’s many ‘forms’ of my violence, your still on page one but we’re the same son, both like Big Ben.. no clownin around cause you got large ‘tics’ and I’m the ‘tock’ of the town haulting your wage, your in debt, start markin your grave cause when my bomb drops it’ll cost an arm and a leg 1m that loud screach after hours.. the evil speech in your showers your wife’s grave? well I’m the cat thats leavin her flowers but lets….flashback to Prowlers.. with cats like Meph and Sime what weren’t you there for round 2? oh thats right... nevermind you speak shit fluently.. but aint no way that you could ruin me your just speaking falsehoods... much like your community better late then later, but keystyles? it’s either fakes or fakers an offense built around a shack. but you aint the Lakers your styles stuck in dispair, the effort shows with nothing to spare go fly a kite.. the thought of you winning is ‘up in the air’ a monopoly, FisT clears the boards.. there aint no stopping me Im a ‘charging Bull’ like Elton Brand on a shopping spree dont you talk to me.. remove yourself, your a mockery your from keystyles? funny.. cause the win’s a lock for me vs Zeus This the final show…prepared? Fists in wrecking mode but I didn’t know my final hurdle would be a stepping stone believe your getting hoed, and believe your taking whips I’ll leave you stirring in your own boots like a haitian witch blatant with, my eagerness, It’s the finals, ready his wack ass so hungry I could eat a horse. I’ll have to settle for jackass this cat’s a joke, Zeus and votes? ya thats a riot laughter’s the best medicine you should be donated to science your second rate when I’m biased, and third when I’m not sure I say your nice, but thats because your all over my cock the hoe in a plot, the stain on a dress, you just aint effective sure you talk a big game. but Ping Pong just wasn’t expected your credit shredded, with knives, and soon you’ll be noosed too You’ve met your demise and I’m the cat who introduced you I’m hard to hang with, battle me and see your mom in anguish Ill leave you so fucked up nuns’ll turn from the body language I understand this suddenly your twice as good, and Bent’s gone MIA so if you actually win we know you’ll have Hell to pay but I must say, I do know where Hell be at, the cat aint a quitter last May he hit a fork in the road and he’s still waiting for dinner I’m taking your whithered, frail carcass, and shipping it to Taipan beating me’s like finding a needle in a haystack...for a blind man and why man..stealing my sayings? it dont get any wacker you remind me of little kids saying my name doesn’t matter your raps are all hollow, I’ll make them look like some bling shit FisTs a ‘hard act to follow’ like Shakespeare, read in Kings English the crowd up and chearing your marks and cuts appearing you got beat with ‘no strings attached’ like telepathic puppeteering and through the clearing, Zeus is flatlined, his heart stopping awfully fast so he had to take his last breath to heaven…in a doggy bag vs Strikta get with the setting, it’s the net, you cant cut with machetes gawd…its the last straw and this kid’s sucking already it’s just the semis. and well, I’d love to slit your throat duke but ‘I got bigger fish to fry’ . so I’ll just have to roast you toast you, choke you...till you got nothing to say thought you packed a wallop? must’ve lost your luggage in claims tuntin your fame, wreckin your name. this fake aint gonna test Fist like school janitors he’ll have to ‘make a break for the exit’ votes, you’ll get nada... Stigmata? what kind of joke are you saying? I’ll REALLY give you hell...I won it playing poker with satan bones broken or breaking... serving you like valets and ushers I’m known to keep you ‘on your toes’ like your ballet instructor back to the facts.. we know you suck sack fill you gag after we found out your true colors playing capture the flag Strikta with cash?.. lyrics and rhyming just arent his shot so hell join the farm industry., go bankrupt trying to harvest a thought now there’s ya plot, and whos to say I wont end you with mine? seeings how you went through a midlife crisis when you were nine bending your spine, a physical feat, but I’m determined to top it so I’ll lift your spirit and have my partner Dudley Death Drop it |
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