05-10-2019, 10:31 PM | #1 |
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LARS vs. Universe - OPEN FOR VOTES
How about 78 lines? :P
...... Need to get your weight up before we get this battle underway... Heard whether you black, white or asian is a matter of some debate I'm the disaster of your age, lift the hatch the bunker's safe I just wonder if you'll ever escape Fracture's sunken place... He left stumped like "hey, he somehow knows that shook twerp?" Sounds re-hearsed like exhumations when you come out of the woodwork Lay a good verse but lame set up lines take up the page I guess ain't much changed since your Mr. T/ Bladerunner days... (eh?) Conversate with his surgeon, he's an invertebrate in the dirt kids So this an asteroid in space versus a steroided waste of a person They respect your cred, not dead rhyme schemes Resin M-I-C But I'm off the map, on top of that no legend can-find-me What you bring to the table is cheap that's why you ate for free No food for thought, ya saving grace is the prey you seek Nameless geeks vote for Resin even when you take a knee-- Grow from that... slavery; dog you make believe Pretend what you say is deep, you tempting fate it seems Make ya stomach this upset, cuz nothing Resin-ate's with me Fucking wannabe gangster, I bet you were a nervous kid Now you overcompensating, I'll even spit some words like him... Aiiyo I shed blood like storage bins, when I get under skin ... Even a crip'll straighten up like Verbal Kint!! Shut up nerd you're shit, you barely beat that Jabari Black prick From my stand-point your hands joined like teaching target practice That's bang on accurate, just look at what hash-tags are Bet you can't diss me without tapping into a space bar... Or some lame Canadian stereotype topic You dash too far from the M-I-C to ever capitalize on it No surprise both my eyes just lost any interest His lines so long winded a kite's sewn on when it's finished He floats over text emcees like 'don't talk or mess with me' Then coasts on his rep, yet it seems his boat's docked indefinitely You hit n' miss like your domestic plea, let's discuss the facts Go from spittin' sick to us saying "what the fuck was THAT?" Plus the infant on your lap doesn't have the same genetics So that douchebag the baby's left with is raising questions Next major thread he better worry, maybe I'll enter early (fuck 1-2 punch) I'm makin' sure he never win a-tourney like I'm in the jury Your insults never differ; you spit raps that are clever... But they all be gun lines like a capital letter You trigger happy? Even better, what I'm spittin' is cut throat Flexin' his muscles like "I haven't hit the gym in 6 months bro" (riiiiiight) So half a year fans just closet homos; what kind of pic is that? Looking like the kid from Split mixed and matched with Mr. Glass This board stacked with sell outs, say one sentence then you've won I guess you horde yourself out, Kevin Wendell Crumb Give us a round of topics, son I'll stunt your growth Watch how quick this chump's exposed when out of his comfort zone Unbeknownst to him he's dethroned and scarred forever Without a ruler art is better, but like your dick that's hard to measure I make a "coo" stick like guitars, you get-tarred and feathered When's the last time you rhymed more than one bar together? (Hmm) Hardly ever, you a one trick pony with no horse in the race (max security) All your punches lonely, rhyme schemes forced all over the place Got toupee the toll, you pack the dome almost with ease... But I broke the web that you weave, this cat-a-comb over tomb me He's like "check my bicep, by September I'll hold this curl" Resin am-I-senile or has muscle memory emboldened ya journal? Fuck his pic, he lies; it's the rhymes that sold the world And from the text he writes I Betty White like that Golden Girl (ha) Leave no stone unturned, you look five foot twelve with hair That's six feet under, dead man, I'm sure you're well aware Ya shelf life's at the tail end, I can tell ya stale Alpha male? I'm still unsure if this elf a male You holding belts but I've failed to accept your hype You only say-bull to me like Brock Lesnar's wife You better fight, the gloves are off and you can't defeat me Ya girl's a groupie, she even under-line-dancers like a cheat sheet Seems we got signals crossed, you hung me out to dry, I'm baffled What's your Wifi password? I couldn't get it from your wife, I asked her Speaking of witch... talkin' shit about his bride won't matter His spinal cord's on the tile floor of his chiropractor's Take a crack at this? I'm flattered but it's a bumpy road ahead Someone I know med up with the real you, placebo effect They said you closed off, obsessed by how you're perceived by your friends So in the end they let me in on your little secret instead (shhh) But I know you'll sleep on this thread so l won't speak on the rest In need of a guess? Maybe I'll tell people when we meet up again... (Mahfucka.)
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05-11-2019, 07:35 AM | #2 |
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OH SHIT
I need to read this @Resin M-I-C Edit: Dope shit as usual, Uni. I thought the ‘be gun lines’ and say-bull were your best but I fucked with this a lot. I hope he comes through, if not, I’ll take a shot at you myself. @Universe Last edited by Diablo; 05-13-2019 at 08:42 AM. |
05-18-2019, 05:03 AM | #3 |
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When U-N-I verse...
I won’t cry over spilt milk. I might have lost it to Cereal but you had 60’s in stock and didn’t make Thai Die from the material. You can’t wok with imperial battlers. The chinaman was eating ya dog to a real MC, it ain’t take Qianlong to see why you lost. Year Of The Hockey-Loving-Faggot has a ring to it Saturn prolly provided. Your live shows have ‘em staring in like its a planetarium... ‘cause every body around sun just hovers in silence. What kinda moron Axis for props when no one even got what alignment? If they say you’re one of the nicest, they must mean out of common politeness. You popped up excited as a Porn Ad, got closed down double-quick too, so for lackin’ good shit ‘Thanks for nothing’ like your countrymen do. I’ve been studying Uni verses with an astrophysicists help if it’s any constellation, we discovered you cosmos this shit yourself. It’s the televised moon landing to @Chyeahhh!!! when you brag so foolishly a false flag with a little Buzz around an act of lunar-see. The NASA crew with me. I blast rockets, you afraid to swing. My Armstrong. It’s clear who’ll be first to step on the face of things. I’ve made the bigger leaps and that’s why I’m ahead of you... in light of what led us to this point, you must be high as the crescent moon. Those lines were a centrifugal force from a fading superstar you are far from dope, every Top 10 list spacedust two apart. I’ll take the broom from Marvin The Martian to sweep this faggot clear he’s the wackest here, while I’m someone even the stratosphere. See I planeteer him a new one, and bet uranus I do if Res keys his up, you’ll ‘peking duck’ like his favourite food. Two sticks aimed at your noodle, ciao! Mayne in a box gettin’ cold Res turned his asteroids, you’ll meteor maker if you comet me bro. You felt on top of the globe when you pushed that verse on us at first full of more gas and air than when Mother Earth finally does give birth. I’m run-in circles around you like elliptical orbits drinking the Milky Way dry, you-sup your finite resources. You’re a primitive force which this lunar eclipse by the morning it was mission aborted for you from the minute you launched it. If you continuum more than sure our peer Saturn in their graves you’ve Universe as your name ‘cause you’re in need of more personal space... Last edited by Diablo; 05-18-2019 at 05:08 AM. |
05-21-2019, 09:07 AM | #4 |
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A lot of truth is said in jest...
You lazy fuck lol. Anyway, moving on.
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