Midwest: [01] Rymatic vs [x] Booga

trap. · 02-03-2013, 02:31 PM

Rymatic
Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/booga.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Booga'; return true">

</a>Says:
Nice run, it ends here…

You had some success in the past, but this’ll be different duke,
Shit, you named yourself BOOGA and still no-one’s pickin you/
Booga brought an arsenal of swords, a couple gats and a knife,
I showed up with a kleenex, and this nigga ran for his life/
A starving immigrant, at least you’re not some fat fuck with a beard,
Although it’s sad when half of the world’s wax comes from your ears/
Were they dipped in ooze? Dogg, they’ve grown tenfold,
Connected two speakers with a fishing rod just to have headphones/
Even before getting smashed with a fist you were a sad lookin bitch,
Eardrums? Naah, you prolly have a whole marching band in that shit/
The parents you musta had to end up lookin like THAT, dogg,
Ya mom a fiend of the crackrock, your dad the Toys R Us mascot/
Giraffe looking faggot, facing me in text isn’t safe,
Your neck acts as a crane for your wreckin ball face/
Tried your hand in acting, had plans of scorin it big,
“Sorry, you’re overqualified as an elf to star in the Lord of the Rings”/
The ears caused depression, that bullshit’s embarassin,
Booga didn’t eat for years. Aloe looked like the hulk in comparison/
You child troll, this will cost you a high toll,
I’ve battled tougher snot when I was like 5 old with a mild cold/
I’m battling a nigga with ears that surpass industrial size,
It’s Elian Gonzalez who apparently does his tanning in an oven sometimes/
You’re the type of little bitch that I kick in the head,
What you DON’T see in that pic, is Michael Jackson luring him into bed/
You underestimated me greatly, made a bad assumption,
Now I’m running circles around your lapse of judgment/
This ain’t cool, he’s got outsiders tryin to break rules,
Helping him find that picture of Kerry Kittles from grade school/
For food you would lick cock. Plus your writing is shit, TOPS,
Trust me, just follow Sprint’s lead and let the pen drop/
Old t-shirt, dirty face, holes in your shoes,
Grant Hill’s ankle wouldn’t be caught rolling with you/
It’s over you’re through. I aint astronaut Cobalt or a no-showing Angel,
Parent’s can’t afford a new bed, good thing he hasn’t outgrown his cradle/
We all know you’re not comin to America on a lift or a craft,
So I hope your dreams stay afloat cuz I’m sinkin your raft/

Sorry snotty, game over.

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Booga
Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/rymatic.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Rymatic'; return true">

</a>Says:

NoVerse...

02-03-2013, 02:31 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,871 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Midwest: [01] Rymatic vs [x] Booga Rymatic Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/booga.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Booga'; return true"> </a>Says: Nice run, it ends here… You had some success in the past, but this’ll be different duke, Shit, you named yourself BOOGA and still no-one’s pickin you/ Booga brought an arsenal of swords, a couple gats and a knife, I showed up with a kleenex, and this nigga ran for his life/ A starving immigrant, at least you’re not some fat fuck with a beard, Although it’s sad when half of the world’s wax comes from your ears/ Were they dipped in ooze? Dogg, they’ve grown tenfold, Connected two speakers with a fishing rod just to have headphones/ Even before getting smashed with a fist you were a sad lookin bitch, Eardrums? Naah, you prolly have a whole marching band in that shit/ The parents you musta had to end up lookin like THAT, dogg, Ya mom a fiend of the crackrock, your dad the Toys R Us mascot/ Giraffe looking faggot, facing me in text isn’t safe, Your neck acts as a crane for your wreckin ball face/ Tried your hand in acting, had plans of scorin it big, “Sorry, you’re overqualified as an elf to star in the Lord of the Rings”/ The ears caused depression, that bullshit’s embarassin, Booga didn’t eat for years. Aloe looked like the hulk in comparison/ You child troll, this will cost you a high toll, I’ve battled tougher snot when I was like 5 old with a mild cold/ I’m battling a nigga with ears that surpass industrial size, It’s Elian Gonzalez who apparently does his tanning in an oven sometimes/ You’re the type of little bitch that I kick in the head, What you DON’T see in that pic, is Michael Jackson luring him into bed/ You underestimated me greatly, made a bad assumption, Now I’m running circles around your lapse of judgment/ This ain’t cool, he’s got outsiders tryin to break rules, Helping him find that picture of Kerry Kittles from grade school/ For food you would lick cock. Plus your writing is shit, TOPS, Trust me, just follow Sprint’s lead and let the pen drop/ Old t-shirt, dirty face, holes in your shoes, Grant Hill’s ankle wouldn’t be caught rolling with you/ It’s over you’re through. I aint astronaut Cobalt or a no-showing Angel, Parent’s can’t afford a new bed, good thing he hasn’t outgrown his cradle/ We all know you’re not comin to America on a lift or a craft, So I hope your dreams stay afloat cuz I’m sinkin your raft/ Sorry snotty, game over. <HR WIDTH="450" ALIGN="LEFT"> Booga Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/rymatic.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Rymatic'; return true"> </a>Says: NoVerse...