01-27-2013, 01:08 PM | #1 |
The Landlord
Join Date: Jan 2013
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Revanon vs. Tommy Wreck
posted on 10/20/01
Tommy Wreck Kid, don’t get gassed cause you beat -Com-plex-/ Cause I deliver the package after the -bomb threat-/ Prolly think that, your –gats louder-/ But holds no shells like –clam chowder-/ Couldn’t “GET ILL” if I sent you letters with -Anthrax powder-/ Came out the closet, a -gay little teen-/ Keeping it real was even –faked in ya dreams-/ Maybe it’s the bitch in you, or……“maybe it’s Maybeline”/ Eye liner makes you look cute in your polka dot suit/ Fists aim for ya chin and if I miss Ill be knockin out tooths/ Strife had you stressed? Ironic his -name is STRIFE-/ You an emcee? The you need to –change ya life-/ You’re holding a ‘monkey wrench’ if you thinking that ya -game is tight-/ Your battle verse against COM, that shyt was lousy/ Sedative emcee, you’re just keeping me drowsy/ Son, a tag team with ‘Bob Villa’ wouldn’t help you “house me”/ Die hard? Nah you play Brave Heart and –die good-/ Your performance at Round Midnight had me ‘board’ as –ply wood-/ As a marriage councilor here’s how I -compare dorks-/ Ones a struggling emcee the other’s a slut in the –air-force-/ Here’s a tip kids, not just one but all of you/ Be like Rev, a couch potato, find a slut and let her keep supporting you/ He’s 27, no goals…but to rap…and he -sucks at it-/ “Tommy’s ill” “Where’s Wreck I need comp”, man get off my –nuts faggot-/ I spit hot shit at friends, guess that’s –burnin bridges-/ All these posts you got? Shit gets on –my nerves like itches-/ Your B-52’s? Their on -uncertain missions-/ Rev, beating me…Now that’s like Bin Laden -turning Christian-/ So admit it, open ya eyes and face this -ass whippin-/ Cause locally, yer shit never ‘hits hard’ like old folks playing –bad mitten-/ Revanon you taken up for Com...gayest shit I ever seen/ nah, the gayest shit I ever seen was ya costume for HALLOWEEN/ drag queen, laughed when you brought Strife's name in the picture/ Engaged to marry, but cats call it incest cause you both look like sisters/ you's the fan, you rockin the ROUND midnight was out of charity/ Rev said you was nice..now you think you nice enough to battle me/ ya styles borrowed and used, it's a D-grade Pegasus verse/ nothin but a 3 feet FOUR ELEMENT nerd/ Rev lines bruise the skin..run and tell em it hurts/ don't act like I ain't the cat you keep addressin as SIR/ while I'm undressin ya girl, when danger strikes, you'll be the first to jump ship/ Tommy Wreck? Nigga you more like TEDDY RUSKPIN/ all the hype, almost had Rev concerned to meet you/ but once you spoke...reminded me of PORNO MUSIC I used to beat my meat to/ it's like you collabin wit MAD...Tom you lack "Skills"/ son you fakin the threats...got nominated for an Oscar for your attempt to ACT ILL/ keep it real "son" I pay ya CHILD SUPPORT, be glad you sleep on the floor Sound like a retarded Kermit the Frog, except his voice is DEEPER than YOURS no one in the Springs fuckin with the Plague on any level/ so ill, I can eat up the Steel at Ground Zero and SHIT OUT THE METAL/ your not INTIMIDATIN' your a LITTLE GAY MAN who likes to sit-in-BASEMENTS and "think" you can rip the Plague when.... I was rhmyin when you was gettin ya diapers changed and... I'm not a terrorist..but your mom's I BIN LAID IN I fathered the SON of a "bitch" in you... with a little makeup, you'll look just like this one CHICK I screwed buzzer rings as soon as you THINK I'll lose...you're insecure...hate to be alone that's why you CLING TO crews/ everyone got an album...you? in LA JAZZ AFFAIR singin' BLUES/ bring the TOOL, I'll eat the bullets and spit the most vicious rhyme to leave ya SKIN ABUSED.... |
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