Round 1 South: A&E vs Tank Tops & Tube Socks

trap. · 02-01-2013, 08:03 PM

A&E

Adelphi

Slashing keys to rasp your steez just to keep showing I care…
Calls my ass the breeze then walks round with his nose in the air!…
Hoping I wear, known its unfair with these lies shone beside Som…
I’ll keep it fair and beat this pair then let bygones be bi’s gone!…
Reputation they relied on, they’ll learn that this burn is plenty…
Another slut I’ll uppercut, keeping your chin up…permanently!…
Learn eventually whether shit traction have clever split action…
We’re the trend, like your name those punches will never hit fashion…
I’ll tether contractions, but this challenge made you fear…
Don’t get angry at win streaks, trust me…you’ve had it up to here!…
I’ll leave patterns on your rear, to please this prick incredible…
Call themselves two men armies, just leave my dick…in general!…

BattleFurby

…Numb-nuts, tell me how you’re supposed to compete in text,
when my alphabetical sequence-esque words eat your flesh?
Observe the meanest threat on the web, a widows venomous quips
Where every sentence exists just to have heads remembering this
Numskull and So’s mouthz… at the end of our dicks,
Don’t pretend that our shit ain’t knuckled & don’t pack a punch
Cause if ev hit you in the chest, numb, your back would hunch
Practice something, cuz your shit needs crucial rap revisions
Else I’ll nuke your wack existence…get reduced to apparitions!
No excuse, u fags’ll glisten w/ hot tension, u cock henchmen,
Yer plot engines wont move w/ no wheels, I run u over w/ tireless effort
Som discovered he Wasn’t Gay…but after Trial and Error

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Tank Tops & Tube Socks

Im eating ya rubbish, cuz of me ya teethin on nuggets
I'd send shells but ya English I'll be feeding ya muffins
Beaten & plummet I'd grab ya wife & you to the afterlife
Put ya in a league of your own...called the hemaphrodites
Both bitch & male, dont have the balls equipped to fail
So ya slammed ya shit in doors, hopin ya dick would swell
Kids ya fell, piss on ya whores, seen ya writtens before
Ya only mark ya territory ....when ya shit in ya drawers
Message sent in the scores, nice build up hopin you flop
Cream rises ..well you can do a dead mans float to the top

Chemical make-up gets torn as I display tricks with wordplay.
Choked when I present u wit 'gag gifts' like a 'dominatrix's birthday'.
My matrix is dirty, grimmey cats thrive on vital raps.
So if ya verse is wak, theres no way i can survive off that.
They find u trapped stripped of dignity & then clothes.
Drenched bones, w/ya fore arms lingering off of el-bows.
My styles cut throat body armor complete wit the steel snares.
Hits diable ya mind and put ya thoughts into wheelchairs.
Adel & a fake Epi testing Som? no question death is your fate.
Cuz I'll leave ya body like ya lifestyle, in Sections of 8.
Shining light on ya wackness, u landin under the lamp.
So disses r gettin toucnier than a Vattican summer camp.
Flows sold on the hardess to scrap, bombardment to match.
Give u a full body rash & devour u whole, startin from scratch.

02-01-2013, 08:03 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,871 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Round 1 South: A&E vs Tank Tops & Tube Socks A&E Adelphi Slashing keys to rasp your steez just to keep showing I care… Calls my ass the breeze then walks round with his nose in the air!… Hoping I wear, known its unfair with these lies shone beside Som… I’ll keep it fair and beat this pair then let bygones be bi’s gone!… Reputation they relied on, they’ll learn that this burn is plenty… Another slut I’ll uppercut, keeping your chin up…permanently!… Learn eventually whether shit traction have clever split action… We’re the trend, like your name those punches will never hit fashion… I’ll tether contractions, but this challenge made you fear… Don’t get angry at win streaks, trust me…you’ve had it up to here!… I’ll leave patterns on your rear, to please this prick incredible… Call themselves two men armies, just leave my dick…in general!… BattleFurby …Numb-nuts, tell me how you’re supposed to compete in text, when my alphabetical sequence-esque words eat your flesh? Observe the meanest threat on the web, a widows venomous quips Where every sentence exists just to have heads remembering this Numskull and So’s mouthz… at the end of our dicks, Don’t pretend that our shit ain’t knuckled & don’t pack a punch Cause if ev hit you in the chest, numb, your back would hunch Practice something, cuz your shit needs crucial rap revisions Else I’ll nuke your wack existence…get reduced to apparitions! No excuse, u fags’ll glisten w/ hot tension, u cock henchmen, Yer plot engines wont move w/ no wheels, I run u over w/ tireless effort Som discovered he Wasn’t Gay…but after Trial and Error ------------------------------------------------- Tank Tops & Tube Socks Im eating ya rubbish, cuz of me ya teethin on nuggets I'd send shells but ya English I'll be feeding ya muffins Beaten & plummet I'd grab ya wife & you to the afterlife Put ya in a league of your own...called the hemaphrodites Both bitch & male, dont have the balls equipped to fail So ya slammed ya shit in doors, hopin ya dick would swell Kids ya fell, piss on ya whores, seen ya writtens before Ya only mark ya territory ....when ya shit in ya drawers Message sent in the scores, nice build up hopin you flop Cream rises ..well you can do a dead mans float to the top Chemical make-up gets torn as I display tricks with wordplay. Choked when I present u wit 'gag gifts' like a 'dominatrix's birthday'. My matrix is dirty, grimmey cats thrive on vital raps. So if ya verse is wak, theres no way i can survive off that. They find u trapped stripped of dignity & then clothes. Drenched bones, w/ya fore arms lingering off of el-bows. My styles cut throat body armor complete wit the steel snares. Hits diable ya mind and put ya thoughts into wheelchairs. Adel & a fake Epi testing Som? no question death is your fate. Cuz I'll leave ya body like ya lifestyle, in Sections of 8. Shining light on ya wackness, u landin under the lamp. So disses r gettin toucnier than a Vattican summer camp. Flows sold on the hardess to scrap, bombardment to match. Give u a full body rash & devour u whole, startin from scratch.