02-01-2013, 08:02 PM | #1 |
Senior Citizen
Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,871
Battle Record: 4-3
Rep Power: 0 |
Round 1 South: Holla Font vs The Networkers
Holla Font
Hi, im none...ate once and now ur 2nd's to me feelin sorry fa you-- only peak ya hit was followed by a-boo da networkers had da nerve ta ponda murder-- but wont mark me when daps wit dey best friend-- involve a start key ur girls a sure bet on the bed-- legs cover the spread Take it back ta whats it like son?whats it like son?whats it like son?whats it like son?whats it like son?whats it like son?-- she only good for Jughead infact im psychic-- know what u rhyme before u write it there's a party in ya mouth-- every guy's invited crips excited from da blood-- an shell craters get a groove back like Stella-- while meetin-Jamaica cut off ya family tree n write these rhymes on da paper networkers--just computer clowns, but u aint --cool wit da culture...cuz-ya system's down listen now, while i sit-n-pound...these fake ta da limit uncovered ya gimics, thought u could win it...but wasted a journy, yo rhymes-- traces of booboo, ya'huntin Yogi? darts im throwing-- show me ya spot is blown-in u cant close the show-- like a retarded dor'men now mail ya verse ta Nat wit a sink attached...t'make sure its thrown'n MC Jokes is as impressive as dung, he's destined to run When I make a clock tick by his balls, make him 'second 2 cum' ------------------------------------------------ The Networkers Mc Jokes like a perverted bird jumpin on a worm to jerk somthin this herbs learnin to take dad's burner.. with sperm bubblin and words frontin, yearnin to make them lasting impressions playin sharades with donkeys, i'll take his ass in guessing back to proffessing, "no strings attached" like a Jew's Fiddle only crowds you move are flocks of sheep: call ya Dr. Do-little this fool's little, sportin jersey's that arent new like Kittles saw ya crew: yer the only sad one in the pack like blue skittles im through with riddles, gifts and standing on sleighs, chief if we takin cheap shot, bottoms up! yer tanning on a gay beach layin the same sheets, you used to wet, reppin "West Island?!" please, to see my blows commin you'de have to flexx yer eyelids Second2None jus a little i acrobatically fracture his smoke stacks on his factory..// se he has to breate through his nasal passges only..// don't forget i am chin checkin disrspecting your blessings..// you canblend in with the concrete and be a more street weapon..// cause you couldn't work a test with cheat sheets..//you need viagra for that flow cause you came so weak..//it be that bomd nicca baby from out the bassinet..// but i am lettin the clip rattle and arid your sweat..// my rhymes wake you up cold and not even pose a threat..//just the sound of me rhyming is life threat-ning..//you flow don't last long like one-night flings..// |
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