02-02-2013, 05:14 PM | #1 |
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Final Madness: Kno vs Jugga
Battle: Kno vs ~JUGGA~
Round: 6 Winner: Kno ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kno This 40 line labotomy goes out to the self proclaimed "biggest big man on the internet"...that 300+ pound Prince Markie Dee lookin muthafucka...~Jugga~... Pull Jugga off Turrizts dick before I start slappin kids While I blast this bitch I'd hate to hurt Turrizt on accident I'm smackin tricks and helpin em with death like Jack Kevorkian Dip into ya lunchroom/ Start blastin from the hip like kids in Oregon I'm floorin men with lines so ill these syllables get quarintined One word to describe your style?/ Go ask hispanics what "flojo" means These slo-mo scenes'll be replayed many times in your memory The day you got your innards slashed for meek attempts at dissin me Listen "G"/ You weigh 300? Go meet with Richard Simmons Not only cus of similar sexual interests but you need slimmin Jugz thinks women dig his "belly jiggle" when he's battlin So fat I stabbed him and gravy came out his abdomen Couldn't fit thru the door at his show so got airlifted to the stage If chicks can't find ya dick how you ever gon get laid....? Yeh...We read ya post at Daveys about your "I-Net Girlfriend"... Is sittin behind a CPU screen the only way you pull the females? And if your "girl" gave up the pussy would she send it in an E mail? "The details of my weight leave no girls wantin to get with this" Jugz said while gettin injections for an infection/ "Cyber Syphillus" He got some extra memory installed up in his scrotum And now wastes his life stickin his dick into his modem... ...sad bastard...let me put you out of your misery... Someone "gassed this pussy up" and left him lookin like cootchie fuel While I leave domes fucked up like Edward Scissorhands Beauty School This fool tried to pass but had to drop out of Morehouse Now his best job offer is moppin up cum in a whorehouse Get torn out the frame like vandalization of classic paintings "STEP" to me and get smacked up similar to FRAT hazings Its amazing how you do it/ We wanna know so come clean kid How'd you fit so many I-Net peeps on a shriveled 3 inch penis? You fiendish when peeps be callin your rhyme posts "weak" They reply "It wasn't your best" and you cry yourself to sleep Plus Jugga playin "ball" in college was either a lie or a dream Cuz Morehouse ain't NEVER had a Masturbation Team I deflate your dream of leavin this tourney as the winner You need to quit rhymin and stick to eatin multiple dinners I bend you like Muslims on rugs/ Facin east and prayin Puncture ya trachea with my fingers to try and "feel" what you was sayin You probably had a tough morning thinkin of how you'd die later Sweatin cuz you were shook like epileptics usin vibrators So try to savor your last round victory over Deacon Cuz your takin a loss now...its ya turn so finish eatin... yo...put down that 12 pack of Twinkies and kick ya rhyme bitch... Kno KOTRT E.S. RedLine ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~JUGGA~ ************************************************** ************** Now...only two remain....although one seems to be shaken badly...(and you KNO who that is!)perhaps so many near losses in previous rounds have this man considering second guessing his skill level....can he really "match" up with ThA JuGGaNauT??? Not even if he was in a book of 'em...as ~JUGZ~ prepares for this Finals Battle like Jordan prepares for the Utah Jazz...the battle of Dirty South Reps begins and ends with these words..... ************************************************** **************** "YOU SHOULD'VE KNO-WN BETTER" First of all I KNO you pussy-by that pudding leak in ya trousers You better off at the Bates Motel taking a shower after hours You a coward-grippin' the mic like a toddler-don't bother Posting-you'll just win another Best Supporting Transvestite Oscar! Beat ya ass like LL's Father-scrape ya skin off like dental tarter Make multi-uses from ya body parts like George Washington Carver I'm harder than rigamortis nipples you weak like wet toilet tissue... If you phat-I'll eat you-drop phat shit and clog the toilet with you! It's official-like countries with no A-Bomb-you're no threat Like bench warmers-I'll "take you out the game" with "no sweat!" To "de-feet" me-you'd need to be...one wicked podiatrist! Try and dis-I'll make your reputation "shrink"-like psychiatrists! Break out!-like psoriasis-"I got this sewn" like quilting You wanna bite something ill?-I'll place ebola in ya crown fillings "Chew on that" I got a feeling you soft like salted slugs Plus ya tarot says "Ya best bet is to default to ~JUGZ~!" You "full of shit"-because of fudge packed in ya ass like sugar cones You sweet like pregnant womens' teeth when they get those sugar jones I should've KNOwn you just sorry garbage... You verses me is like Playstation graphics verses the first Atari cartridge I'm too advanced...with flows phatter than liposuction biproducts You wouldn't be dope even if they burned your CD's on narcotics You KNOw ya chance to win is slimmer than bulimic anorexics On crack with wired stomachs eating Fin-Fin for breakfast! With ya neck split-I can finally "see" what you've been saying Your ass whoopin's "overdue" like library books and bills you ain't paying While I'm claiming more victims-than failed immune booster systems You couldn't hang if you were Jesus and this was your crucifixion! Do revisions-come back tighter-like clothes when women gain weight... Once you bust Viagra nuts on rulers-then we'll say "you came straight!" I make ya "frame break"-like fat asses plopped down on glasses! In battles-my breath has this scent like carbon-monoxide gases... And I'm in ya face-you probably couldn't even shoot the "gift" with A shotgun if ya dad brought home a Mogwai (Gremlin) in water for Christmas! You get more "boos" and "hisses"...than R&B singers at Lyricist Lounge Lyricists drown in my flows-news reads "KNO Lyricists Found" You goin' down like vampires...sunbathing with no suntan lotion You might get open-but they "feeling" me more-like their emotions You showin' some skills-but I still got ya head spinnin' like excorcists Plus you couldn't answer this verse if you were my receptionist... ************************************************** ***************** A dissected KNO is carted into the airlift ambulance....maybe he'll live...maybe he won't..... ************************************************** ***************** ThA YeaR oF ThA JuGGaNauT.... |
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