R2: Fatal Nyghtmare v. Eastwood
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bytch you couldnt "soothe" a crowd if you were a bottle of "Desonex"/
bezt start respectin-vetz or wind up with a disconnected-neck/
i break you off in chunkz, in not juzt one but two handfulz/
your shyt wouldnt be "Mmm Mmm GOOD" if it were stolen from "Campbell's"/
i spit shyt that ripz your outer layer when my venom-hitz/
with 12 holez and 2 layerz of blood stainz on your denim-fitz/
let-em-win? hell nah....he'z gonna face tha agony-of-defeat/
tragedy'z-obsolete? not in my book, continue to be a faggot-N-retreat/
im dangerous, with more wayz to hit ya than Jackie-Chan/
you've signed your own death wish, letz upgrade you to tha family-plan/
thiz battle iz completely one sided so dont get too excited/
you "see" you could never beat me so pry open your eye-lidz/
your weak az fuck, remyndin me of a cheap-ass-FORD/
a broken down piece of shyt who'z about to get hiz weak-ass-scorched/
Krooked Konceptz and we-blazt-whorez....placing you in immediate-danger/
i gotta put my fizt to your grill and my 9 to your dome juzt to alleviate-anger/
i say fuck Eastwood, when you attack you myght az well be buztin-blankz/
cuz you cauze minimal damage, so i light you up lyke a pumpkinz-face/
duck-and-wait, but ima still penetrate your mynd with theze NYGHTMAREZ/
im a scary son of a bytch, when you see you get flashez of Micheal Myers/
final wordz to tha trick named "Eastwood," you're shyt iz OLD-lyke-"Clint"/
you've been PIMPED, i gotta piss, get your ass over here and HOLD-MY-DICK!/
bezt start respectin-vetz or wind up with a disconnected-neck/
i break you off in chunkz, in not juzt one but two handfulz/
your shyt wouldnt be "Mmm Mmm GOOD" if it were stolen from "Campbell's"/
i spit shyt that ripz your outer layer when my venom-hitz/
with 12 holez and 2 layerz of blood stainz on your denim-fitz/
let-em-win? hell nah....he'z gonna face tha agony-of-defeat/
tragedy'z-obsolete? not in my book, continue to be a faggot-N-retreat/
im dangerous, with more wayz to hit ya than Jackie-Chan/
you've signed your own death wish, letz upgrade you to tha family-plan/
thiz battle iz completely one sided so dont get too excited/
you "see" you could never beat me so pry open your eye-lidz/
your weak az fuck, remyndin me of a cheap-ass-FORD/
a broken down piece of shyt who'z about to get hiz weak-ass-scorched/
Krooked Konceptz and we-blazt-whorez....placing you in immediate-danger/
i gotta put my fizt to your grill and my 9 to your dome juzt to alleviate-anger/
i say fuck Eastwood, when you attack you myght az well be buztin-blankz/
cuz you cauze minimal damage, so i light you up lyke a pumpkinz-face/
duck-and-wait, but ima still penetrate your mynd with theze NYGHTMAREZ/
im a scary son of a bytch, when you see you get flashez of Micheal Myers/
final wordz to tha trick named "Eastwood," you're shyt iz OLD-lyke-"Clint"/
you've been PIMPED, i gotta piss, get your ass over here and HOLD-MY-DICK!/
head shotz gone leave u wit FATAL NIGHTMARES,locc,im in-ya-dreamz//
call me freddy kruger,usin ya vocals cordz for silly-string//
known-for-peelin-spleenz,bulletz-aimed-2-stitch-ya-denim-seams//
u couldn't be COLD,if u freestyled gold on-the-U.S-WINTER-team//
speakin of cheap FORDZ...u bout to be Found On the Road Dead//
un-wound wit nooo head,body mutilated in a cheap home-stead//
fucc KROOKED KONCEPTZ,my-stylez-leavin-u-shook-like-bomb-threatz//
got my palms-wet,(wit-blood)...from rapidly-slappin yo ass un-con-scious//
see where non-sense,will get u,EASTWOODZ bout 2 fuccin split u//
in half vertically wit a wedgy,ur hanes-wont-neva-fit-u//
like X said,only-in-the-stu-di-o is where u do your duty-hoe//
fucc ya fruity-flows,i'll-use-44z to give ya foe-head a booty-hole//
truly-a-pro,at-this-rap-shit,u-spit-whacc-shit...let-my-gat-spit...got ya chest lookin-like-a-page-full-of asteriskz//
couldn't learn-2-flow if-u-took-a-class bitch,i'll leave u ab-sent//
like grocery storez,would-u-like-ya-body-wrapped-up-in paper or plastic//
this battle outcome's drastic,in my favor,i rank past major//
leave-u-bloody-like-labor,blowed-the-fucc-up like skytel pagerz//
evacuate the battle arena,or get cracced like shelled peanutz//
u must be-nutz,u-wouldn't-be-siccmade-if-u-swallowed-LYNCH'S-FEE-TUS//
NIGHTMARE on rd2 st,ground-u-like-beef,u wont see rd3//
follow-my-lead...but im leavin mines-in-my-traccz,so watch yo feet*
to be continued...
call me freddy kruger,usin ya vocals cordz for silly-string//
known-for-peelin-spleenz,bulletz-aimed-2-stitch-ya-denim-seams//
u couldn't be COLD,if u freestyled gold on-the-U.S-WINTER-team//
speakin of cheap FORDZ...u bout to be Found On the Road Dead//
un-wound wit nooo head,body mutilated in a cheap home-stead//
fucc KROOKED KONCEPTZ,my-stylez-leavin-u-shook-like-bomb-threatz//
got my palms-wet,(wit-blood)...from rapidly-slappin yo ass un-con-scious//
see where non-sense,will get u,EASTWOODZ bout 2 fuccin split u//
in half vertically wit a wedgy,ur hanes-wont-neva-fit-u//
like X said,only-in-the-stu-di-o is where u do your duty-hoe//
fucc ya fruity-flows,i'll-use-44z to give ya foe-head a booty-hole//
truly-a-pro,at-this-rap-shit,u-spit-whacc-shit...let-my-gat-spit...got ya chest lookin-like-a-page-full-of asteriskz//
couldn't learn-2-flow if-u-took-a-class bitch,i'll leave u ab-sent//
like grocery storez,would-u-like-ya-body-wrapped-up-in paper or plastic//
this battle outcome's drastic,in my favor,i rank past major//
leave-u-bloody-like-labor,blowed-the-fucc-up like skytel pagerz//
evacuate the battle arena,or get cracced like shelled peanutz//
u must be-nutz,u-wouldn't-be-siccmade-if-u-swallowed-LYNCH'S-FEE-TUS//
NIGHTMARE on rd2 st,ground-u-like-beef,u wont see rd3//
follow-my-lead...but im leavin mines-in-my-traccz,so watch yo feet*
to be continued...