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02-01-2013, 08:13 PM | #1 |
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Round 2 West: Campioni Della Guerra vs Two White Guys And A Rap Tournament
Two white guys and a rap tournament- Milo / JLC
Dear CDG, Rose you hungry? Get ready to taste-defeat The silent type who hates-to-speak cause last time he ate-his-cheeks Flagrently I make-emcees die-with-their-flaws Rose wasn't made-to-breath and still the only guy-in-lamause The tyrant-to-ya'll; Geometrically i'm herbin'-queers Com's a square in his mind, but physically-a-perfect-sphere I rip-emcees-who-lurking-here; reciting-the-worst Comedian's the only kid to gets winded from typing-a-verse The nicest-on-earth; Even Sime's my groupie-man Ya'll roll up to every fucking drive through with a moving-van We both broke the mold but the only difference-is I was created perfectly, You breaks every chair you sittin'-in Surround to pounce and trounce while I pound-and-bust-ya', Sime can kiss my ass, Cause Comi's going down-like-Russia Thinkin'-we-friends? Sime better think-it-again The best thing he does with Defc0n's beats is listen-to-them Definitive-man; These fucks were born-to-get-fried Sime's to Rose? He's just the fucking 'thorn'-in-his... Your mothers should've been abortionists; I doubt-ya'-verse Cause the only 'round three' Rose's worried bout's-desert Ya'll boast-and-ya'll-frontin; Get thrown-in-the-oven Ya'll go side by side, both of you faggots are next-to-nothin I blast-with-effective testaments, I am the best-breathin I'll make ya'll go back to 92' wishin' ya'll never started netceein. Faggots. From, Two White Guys And A Rap Tournament. ------------------------------------------------- Campioni Della Guerra- Sime / The Comedian The Comedian: Round 2, the CDG killers back on some serial shit Been whippin J's ass since he called himself (M)pirialist JLC couldn't flex the mic, dude's even too vexed to type Ya "Caught In The Crossfire", and I didn't need no Rekks or Psych To make your knees quake, Ya be like screamin, "Please, wait!" As I push your wig back farther than your EP's release date Hit you so many times you won't know what's next, fist or foot Knocked your initials back a space, but you still ain't Mr. Hood You can't be Subroc kid when every beat's a wack loop And Milo, son, you ain't Dolemite, you eat the rat soup The weakest rap group, even your team name is gettin' marked You can keep the Two White Guys, but I crossed out the second part... sime: Wack name! Ain`t we ALL 2 white guys in a rap tourney? Hmm...y`all can switch...2 wrapped guys in a white gurney. Nice journey but we dumped you punks, it`s one and done, Cuz i fathered your style...right after i sonned the sun. Fuckin cunts...well, J`s aight, ya potnah ain`t fly tho... Time to raise up...only problem...his high is MiLo... So who`s he jock tonite? This c0ck has got to bite, Like i`m the original, "you can`t even get the copy right" Get the fax straight, quotin netcee`s rhimes in ya sig? Time to rearrange bitch...to every single line of my shit. If sime is this big...why`m i facin a generic verse of bull? Cuz replyin to male fetishes` the only time y`all fuck with personals! |
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