02-03-2013, 02:40 PM | #1 |
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Final Four: [01] Rymatic vs [02] Phant
Rymatic
Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/phant.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Phant'; return true"> </a>Says: PBA you got slayed, this is no different... Seems like yesterday I slayed you, consider this day two, Face burnt the fuck up from all the sonnin I gave you/ Please tell rosy cheeks to only speak when told to, Go home duke, Ry shot-callin like the muthafuckin sniper in Phone Booth/ You’re wack hopps. Face too red in that snap shot, Already the Cinci baseball team offered Phant a job as their mascot/ A verse full of hick disses is what I could be sending Sime, But who the FUCK writes an entire verse with the same disses every line?/ 40 lines dissing apes, 30 against pedophiles. That all you can think to say? If I was chinese, he’d submit a 50 line epic on why Yao Ming is gay/ Hopefully this verse will make Ceasar Phant disappear, Tough matchup: my branch of followers vs the olive branch in his ear/ Phant and his boyfriend will be in love til the very end, And like Phoenix sportswriters, they’re talkin ‘bout Marion/ I’m a fan of boxing, which helps when I’m exposin his text, Cuz everyone knows Phantom punches aren’t known to connect/ Stick to text, it’s obvious you’re too shook to fight, Bitch, I battled DK, you only sparred with a lookalike/ You aint even diss MMx. Before your face gets all blushy, Tell me why your “diss verse” was more like a paper on monkeys/ As the illest you rarely get mentioned, Don’t even dare me to question why you took that pic during a therapy session/ Looks like you digitally added that weirdo couch, While actually being on the shitter, trying your best to squeeze one out/ Fuck all that. You look like you’re 31, P’s such a tool, Black And Decker is sponsoring his tourney run/ I forgot what site we’re on. I doubt I’ll show yo, How the fuck can I win, his face is the Prowlers logo/ Sime, the prizes are dumb hopps, If Phant wins, please switch Soul’s CD for a bottle of sun block/ P LOVES freaks. There are shrinks that I suggest that he visit, One minute he’s got a Muresan avvy, the next he’s posing next to a midget/ Since you stepped up, it’s time I bruise your frame, Your doom is promised like pre-ordering the computer game/ It's retirement time for Phant. Rygarism <HR WIDTH="450" ALIGN="LEFT"> Phant Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/rymatic.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Rymatic'; return true"> </a>Says: Hey guys, watch this shit, Im gonna ruin his name meanly/ Show ‘its easy to beat Rygar’ like my text had game genie/ Ya lame, sweetie...Soloe met ya and said ya scared to get high/ Haha! You a ‘nerdy mother-fucker’ like Finch from American Pie/ Soloe sweared on his life, said he asked if ya wanted a bunch-a-hits/ Tried once, but ‘couldn’t handle the pot’ like chefs missin oven mitts/ Dude, youre a fuckin bitch, try to make friends but lack the tactics/ Heard Ry hangs with Himself--but I aint talkin bout the fatass black kid/ You live on the net and ya ugly, a kid as fucked up as you is rare/ While I'm ‘hot with two dimples’ like ya custioned computer chair/ Yo, this dude’s a square, hits me up like “Phant, you my friend.”/ Man, can ya tell me your best friends’ names without loggin onto IM?/ You get dogged by my pen, bet ya social life’s off the hook, elf/ What leaves that room more often; you or that big-ass bookshelf?/ And I wish I could see ya clothes, I bet you got some stankin kicks/ Ry be ‘rockin Vans’ more than Shaggy when he’s bangin chicks/ But YOU be bangin dicks, and that gay ass is dead bananas/ Said Id show ya a blood-bath--looked for naked thugs in red bandanas/ Asked about audios at Mentalz, I remember your response clearly/ “I cant rap too loud yall...cuz my parents might hear me!”/ Had my eyes teary, ya parents own you, no wonder ya never drank/ This muhfucker like 21 and probably still be getting spanked/ And now to ya face, those weird eyes make ya look like a little fool/ Ya ‘pupils are further apart’ than pen-pals from Middle School/ I'll rip this tool, stomp on his grill until it wont heal right/ Lookin like a punchin bag, maybe you DO say ‘nigga’ in real life/ Ya ‘Excellent Adventure’ is over and I don’t know who I dissed worse/ Cuz I pounded Bill the second round and ended Keanu with this verse/ You know you look like Reeves, maybe YOU can be a movie screen buff/ Cuz I KNOW youre a better actor, cuz at Prowlers you really seem tough/ You fuckin cream puff, head long and awkward, skull is a sin/ And nobody’s pullin ya leg, but someone must be pullin ya chin/ My punches ya fear, when I approach you run for the clear/ And ‘run for your dear life’ like Bambi when hunters are near/ Get hundreds of cheers in L.A. cuz ya movies would cause a geek hoard/ As lead role in the nerd blockbuster; ‘Dude, Where’s My Keyboard?”/ So text is fun cuz computers and free time are a potent combination/ Plus ya ‘own enough mouse-pads’ to house New York’s rodent population/ And turn that camera left, they’ll be no fragment of doubt/ When we see Jay-Z tied in ropes with a gag in his mouth/ You're the fag of the house, Punchline King? I'll belittle that/ Cuz it’s a simple fact, your ‘punches are played’ like Little Mac’s/ And to end this rap, I'll prove that gay audio wasn’t false and ya know.../ You call yourself Alfred Dolphin cuz ya always got balls on ya nose... |
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