Aloe Vera vs ConVerse

Saint · 10-22-2017, 03:26 PM

Mr Blunts finals 2001

Con
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Championship Round, but skills, this man's lacking/
To get down the 'Road to Victory'? Hop on my bandwagon/
The damned factor's that I even out the odd quotients/
by Swallowing Aloe Vera to become the 'soft' spoken/
Fracturing every last rib...around your aorta apart/
Let's you know of defeat, without 'Breaking Your Heart'/
Close in stature? I'll hammer the mind of this dreamer/
And hang Aloe Vera...with the 'fine line' between us/
You's a featherweight, I don't need seconds to demonstrate/
cuz in 2 battles, I beat your master Adonis 27 to 8/
I might slice your waist, and keep the torso to self/
Then Step across your legs to 'Get You Over Yourself'/
Thrown on the shelf...Aloe looks to be trash/
And he would'nt get 'Hailed'...if he was pushing a cab/
Just a pushover fag...you're a queer, that's right/
I see more 'fear in your eyes',than the deer I hit last night/
Cease false bravado, it's known you appear to be drag type/
I'm a 'Cut Above' Aloe, like he was speared with stalactites/
The ref should call the game...cuz your text, are all lame/
Couldnt 'bring houses down' with wrecking balls & chains/
I'm the best with rhymes, leavin knuckles imprinted in you/
So the next in line, exits crying, knowing who did it to you/
Hopefully by now...you should've picked up the clues/
That I've split more asses, than shitting from prunes/
Your flows are tart...my quotes come deadly and flagrant/
You could'nt 'blow the spot', givin oral sex to dalmations/
Aloe's decaying...dead before the battle begun/
Cuz you were 'Trailing', way before I left the path of blood/
Like the penalty of a witch's crime...in Wiccan times/
I leave Aloe 'hanging' off of my 'finishing line'............

VS

Aloe Vera
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Riddle me this, When I spit..Who`s shit`ll-be-hit?
Shot`s at an En?gma, I guess he got 'riddled' with clip`s,
Get stepped on, Remeber Titanic? Your goin' down faster,
Your 'shit' gets more slept-on than a narcoleptic in a cow pasture,
Now bastard, Listen to me like it was a matter of life or death,
Snatch ya' air and throw it so high you`ll never 'catch' your breath,
Snap your neck, But keep you alive so I know you suffer,
I`ll goto ya' release party & bomb ya' CD just to 'blow your cover',
Move you over, You runnin' like: Hold, ..Run, ..Retreat!
It`s too bad you can`t start your life over with Ctrl+Alt+Delete,
Before I even speak, Your knees knockin' is what I saw,
I`ma make 'time fly' just to come back and 'clock' you in the jaw,
Lay the law, And gut you like pot-heads hollow Dutches,
Your whole repitior is just recycled Rudge and Aloe punches!
Bitch, My freestyles alone will double your written shit,
I`ll leave your ass-hole rectangular from you shittin' bricks,
About to run a muck, And your stuck in the worst mud,
I`m goin back in time to L.A. as an artist just to draw 'first Blood',
It gets worse Cuz, Ya' gettin' hit untill ya' breath is vaccant,
I`ll goto the hospital with Scan-Tron's just to 'test your patients',
Refrence hatred, Then you`ll see exactly what I got for you,
Already got beat at LBC, So you can handle another loss or 2,
Your gonna need more than 'luck' to live when I bring ya' loss,
I`ll stab ya' fingers with a crucifix and leave ya' fingers 'crossed',
I`ve said it before, So i`ll say it again, I`m killin' this bitch..duh!
How the fuck HE make it here? That shit`s STILL an En?gma,
I`m lovin' this, Deadin' every little thing your commin' wit,
Discover it, Everything I drop? ...Your at least 50x under it,
Wonder bitch, ..It`s too complex so i`m gonna dumen it,
Your run in the tourny is like the name of the cat who`s runnin it..........

10-22-2017, 03:26 PM	#1
Saint Scream Join Date: Jun 2015 Posts: 3,227 Battle Record: 63-35 Accomplishments - 50 Wins Champed - BA Picture Roast - Battle Royale Tournament - NBL Pic Roast - Netcees Battle League - NBL Season 11 - HoT Roast - BAL Roast - Tag Team Tourney - NBL Barcotic Cypher - SOL Pic Roast - BA Tag - XXXtentacion Roast - 1-2 LR Champ Rep Power: 22535865	Aloe Vera vs ConVerse Mr Blunts finals 2001 Con ---- Championship Round, but skills, this man's lacking/ To get down the 'Road to Victory'? Hop on my bandwagon/ The damned factor's that I even out the odd quotients/ by Swallowing Aloe Vera to become the 'soft' spoken/ Fracturing every last rib...around your aorta apart/ Let's you know of defeat, without 'Breaking Your Heart'/ Close in stature? I'll hammer the mind of this dreamer/ And hang Aloe Vera...with the 'fine line' between us/ You's a featherweight, I don't need seconds to demonstrate/ cuz in 2 battles, I beat your master Adonis 27 to 8/ I might slice your waist, and keep the torso to self/ Then Step across your legs to 'Get You Over Yourself'/ Thrown on the shelf...Aloe looks to be trash/ And he would'nt get 'Hailed'...if he was pushing a cab/ Just a pushover fag...you're a queer, that's right/ I see more 'fear in your eyes',than the deer I hit last night/ Cease false bravado, it's known you appear to be drag type/ I'm a 'Cut Above' Aloe, like he was speared with stalactites/ The ref should call the game...cuz your text, are all lame/ Couldnt 'bring houses down' with wrecking balls & chains/ I'm the best with rhymes, leavin knuckles imprinted in you/ So the next in line, exits crying, knowing who did it to you/ Hopefully by now...you should've picked up the clues/ That I've split more asses, than shitting from prunes/ Your flows are tart...my quotes come deadly and flagrant/ You could'nt 'blow the spot', givin oral sex to dalmations/ Aloe's decaying...dead before the battle begun/ Cuz you were 'Trailing', way before I left the path of blood/ Like the penalty of a witch's crime...in Wiccan times/ I leave Aloe 'hanging' off of my 'finishing line'............ VS Aloe Vera --------- Riddle me this, When I spit..Who`s shit`ll-be-hit? Shot`s at an En?gma, I guess he got 'riddled' with clip`s, Get stepped on, Remeber Titanic? Your goin' down faster, Your 'shit' gets more slept-on than a narcoleptic in a cow pasture, Now bastard, Listen to me like it was a matter of life or death, Snatch ya' air and throw it so high you`ll never 'catch' your breath, Snap your neck, But keep you alive so I know you suffer, I`ll goto ya' release party & bomb ya' CD just to 'blow your cover', Move you over, You runnin' like: Hold, ..Run, ..Retreat! It`s too bad you can`t start your life over with Ctrl+Alt+Delete, Before I even speak, Your knees knockin' is what I saw, I`ma make 'time fly' just to come back and 'clock' you in the jaw, Lay the law, And gut you like pot-heads hollow Dutches, Your whole repitior is just recycled Rudge and Aloe punches! Bitch, My freestyles alone will double your written shit, I`ll leave your ass-hole rectangular from you shittin' bricks, About to run a muck, And your stuck in the worst mud, I`m goin back in time to L.A. as an artist just to draw 'first Blood', It gets worse Cuz, Ya' gettin' hit untill ya' breath is vaccant, I`ll goto the hospital with Scan-Tron's just to 'test your patients', Refrence hatred, Then you`ll see exactly what I got for you, Already got beat at LBC, So you can handle another loss or 2, Your gonna need more than 'luck' to live when I bring ya' loss, I`ll stab ya' fingers with a crucifix and leave ya' fingers 'crossed', I`ve said it before, So i`ll say it again, I`m killin' this bitch..duh! How the fuck HE make it here? That shit`s STILL an En?gma, I`m lovin' this, Deadin' every little thing your commin' wit, Discover it, Everything I drop? ...Your at least 50x under it, Wonder bitch, ..It`s too complex so i`m gonna dumen it, Your run in the tourny is like the name of the cat who`s runnin it..........