02-02-2013, 06:31 PM | #1 |
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Elite Eight: Espionage vs E2
Espionage:
i strive for greatness,this elite ate kids w/ the wisest statements this is the battle of the E's,and ur name describes ur placement ur fans despise ur rhymes w/ hatred,but u give misconstrued thanks cuz when they say ur shit's hot dogg they mean it's too frank this dude's rank,is the lowest ima expose it, fuck what the picks said cuz an E2 is a term for army 'privates',and in ur case a dickhead this kid says,ur lame and it's explained by how u dress in clothes what kinda fool wears a winter hat in hot azz new mexico cant fuck w/ espi yo,the precious flow, just tends to win no matter how thick ur goatee is, it doesnt hide the jay leno chin representin pmpz, but i see yall believe theres no I in team i heard u cant rhyme to beats,so everything u make is for eyes to see this guy's juss weak,cant spit ur shit,and thats the known truth you make tight instrumentals, to bad there's none u can flow too true colors always show thru, no matter the textual prowless and i refuse to lose, against a bald headed alexi lalas espi pops shit,that'll make this author start tuh book faster gay azz is known for lickin so many heads he can be a bushwacker ima crook rapper,with a burner i yearn tuh,leave yuh wig cracked and let every1 see more grey matter than a creature on pitch black ur shits wack, the fact u cant rap makes all ur mm acts void dogg ur 'styles weak' ...like lox on badboy ur the lamest of all, and i know u cant sustain in a brawl im this tourney's cinderella with slippers made the same as ur jaw im labeled as raw, and dogg im just the best breathing and i had revenge in my heart, thaz why i hadtuh get evan muthaphucka! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- E2: Shhhhhhhhhhh........ Everyone likes an underdog… getting bashed by a vet I got one question, man- how'd you get past I.N.S.? It seems your mastery of plain just has to be innate You look like Iverson on Quaaludes… after being raped & speaking of your birth- you've been frail since the day I'mma put you outta commission like how salesmen get paid But your minimum wage is set; even your agent said Sime didn't give you a seed… he posted your age instead You record in your spare time but can't afford any airtime Guess that scar on your head fractured more than your hairline …Your perspective would've been absurd if you had filmed it Cause your head's so use to the ground it's permanently tilted You came in completely entire now you'll leave in a vile Wake up & smell the coffin cause you'll be there a while You need to retire- just don't expect a pension from the game What have you ever done to earn the mention of your name? Enter this tournament? Get lucky for a few rounds then bounce? You're lightweight- couldn't kill-a-gram, let alone pound an ounce I doubt amounts of your material even vaguely make sense The boundary on your neck means that chain-link is fenced You know all too well how the bottom of the barrel smells You're actually 0-37… waiting for the next Peril- L & it scares the hell outta you; even your she-male is shell-shocked It's your own disco funeral & you'll be there with Bells on I said shhhhhhhhh.... Espi can't offend me- ending with 'Muthaphucka!' is trendy You may be full-up on NV but you're still running on MT & giving it your all but you're a little bit too gone …You ain't in your own league living with your mom Isn't it the bomb? Ok, not when you can't see the light of day I'm smacking you open-handed like the United Way I'm a grand slam… you're nothing but a bunt, kid All you are is my fourth down… no wonder you got punted Ain't even 25% champion, you're just a quarter-finalist I got a date with destiny & you don't know what time it is I know what your favorite meal is so I made you tubesteak Why'd you even show up? Oh wait- it's April Fool's Day See, you'll likely be a bye so I might not even try Throwing unibrows connecting right between your eyes It's a sight to see you cry, but you were never liked on my lap Even after you did that cockumentary about life on my sack You claim you're best known but came with dead tone So put a noose around your penis & hang your head low Your suicidal tendencies don't want a friend it seems There's 2 E's in Espionage… it starts & ends with me But now the Grim Reaper is your best friend- goodnight I'm tucking you in Esp… don't let the deathbedbugs bite Hush -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Final: E2 (15) - Espionage (6) |
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