Rd. 1 Bayzhe vs. X-Kalibur
- Thread starter MrDontGIVEaFUCK
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sort of forced this one but it's all good..
Man, I'm ya fuckin 'idol' admit it.. Ya do whut I say like my name was 'Simon' so quit-it.. That tough guy act won't get ya no were..
Rip-this-square somethin nice, it's a roll of the dice with rhyme scheme's like-this.. it's rush hour bitch.. 'Rock' mic's like my name was 'Chris'..
My hits-dont-miss.. Ya flow will consist-of-a-diss that probably won't do-shit, the point I'm trying to get at is.. Ya won't make it past round-one..
Been lookin for a site to dominate, looks like I've found-one.. You'll prolly lose sleep off a bad verse, but the really is-the-situations-worse..
I'm not lookin just to beat ya, lookin to take you out the game.. Without-ya-fame, you're worthless and nobody's havin ya shit..
Your just not-fittin in.. I'm reachin within to break ya off somethin cold, Ya-style.. Ya-flows, Ya-attitude.. Bitch, it's all getting old..
From my point-of-view ya really don't belong.. A siccness junkie, all day-long-he sit's and compose's spits.. I ain't gonna be done til this fool-admits..
He ain't the best and never will-be.. You may not like my style but thats not why you don't feel-me, simply hate.. Ya can't concentrate knowin I'm an on-looker..
Shook-your whole life to death, take a breath.. State of mind is not stable, ya spit isn't real enfough to fit a fable.. 'Washed up', nothin compared to whut 'I'm bringin to the table'..
Man, I'm ya fuckin 'idol' admit it.. Ya do whut I say like my name was 'Simon' so quit-it.. That tough guy act won't get ya no were..
Rip-this-square somethin nice, it's a roll of the dice with rhyme scheme's like-this.. it's rush hour bitch.. 'Rock' mic's like my name was 'Chris'..
My hits-dont-miss.. Ya flow will consist-of-a-diss that probably won't do-shit, the point I'm trying to get at is.. Ya won't make it past round-one..
Been lookin for a site to dominate, looks like I've found-one.. You'll prolly lose sleep off a bad verse, but the really is-the-situations-worse..
I'm not lookin just to beat ya, lookin to take you out the game.. Without-ya-fame, you're worthless and nobody's havin ya shit..
Your just not-fittin in.. I'm reachin within to break ya off somethin cold, Ya-style.. Ya-flows, Ya-attitude.. Bitch, it's all getting old..
From my point-of-view ya really don't belong.. A siccness junkie, all day-long-he sit's and compose's spits.. I ain't gonna be done til this fool-admits..
He ain't the best and never will-be.. You may not like my style but thats not why you don't feel-me, simply hate.. Ya can't concentrate knowin I'm an on-looker..
Shook-your whole life to death, take a breath.. State of mind is not stable, ya spit isn't real enfough to fit a fable.. 'Washed up', nothin compared to whut 'I'm bringin to the table'..
oh... before i start...
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KODogg... man... dont be such a pussy to say words... i dont use it in my rhyme... and i usually dont use it when i speak... but you couldn't even use it in an explanation... c'mon maaan...
anyways... on to the verse... had this shit wrote up since teusday... just wanted to watch yall sweat and wait on it...
Snapped you in two, my power’s awesome; you will break//
You’re X-Calibre? Shit, I guess I’ll just toss you in a the Lake//
King Arthur couldn’t take the beating I’m giving to you//
If you think X is nice, I don’t know what wacc shit you been listening to//
I’ll kick it into high gear, kid; I’ll pump the throttle//
I’ll have your flow contained like alcohol that comes in bottles//
Plus you’re gassed kid, like you been sucking ass, kid//
You’re mumbling madd shit; you’ll get fucking smacked, bitch//
Go fucking practice, this is what you should be heading for//
Try and spit a punchline that I haven’t said before//
The “quotes” and-the-dashes (kid, it just doesn’t fit)//
You can’t pronounce any of that bull shit when you spit//
It’s pointless; just go practice how you’re writing a sentence//
If people can’t figure it out when they hear it, it aint nice to begin with//
You’re shit aint complicated, just really redundant//
If this was trench warfare you would be feeling my truncheon//
The blade enters your chest, going all the way through//
Look you in the eyes before you die, then kick you off with my boot//
Don’t dodge from the truth; every word in every line has been true//
This right here proves that the first time was a fluke//
You won last round, but you know you’ll feel the back draft//
Its like I don’t get jokes, so I get the Last Laugh//
heh... voters please?
ill hit up the other battles when i get out of class... im on lunch right about now munchin on some of that lobsta... and im not talkin about the shit you get from the ocean and you boil...
muahahhahahahha...
nigganigganigganigganigganigganigganigganigganigganigga...
KODogg... man... dont be such a pussy to say words... i dont use it in my rhyme... and i usually dont use it when i speak... but you couldn't even use it in an explanation... c'mon maaan...
anyways... on to the verse... had this shit wrote up since teusday... just wanted to watch yall sweat and wait on it...
Snapped you in two, my power’s awesome; you will break//
You’re X-Calibre? Shit, I guess I’ll just toss you in a the Lake//
King Arthur couldn’t take the beating I’m giving to you//
If you think X is nice, I don’t know what wacc shit you been listening to//
I’ll kick it into high gear, kid; I’ll pump the throttle//
I’ll have your flow contained like alcohol that comes in bottles//
Plus you’re gassed kid, like you been sucking ass, kid//
You’re mumbling madd shit; you’ll get fucking smacked, bitch//
Go fucking practice, this is what you should be heading for//
Try and spit a punchline that I haven’t said before//
The “quotes” and-the-dashes (kid, it just doesn’t fit)//
You can’t pronounce any of that bull shit when you spit//
It’s pointless; just go practice how you’re writing a sentence//
If people can’t figure it out when they hear it, it aint nice to begin with//
You’re shit aint complicated, just really redundant//
If this was trench warfare you would be feeling my truncheon//
The blade enters your chest, going all the way through//
Look you in the eyes before you die, then kick you off with my boot//
Don’t dodge from the truth; every word in every line has been true//
This right here proves that the first time was a fluke//
You won last round, but you know you’ll feel the back draft//
Its like I don’t get jokes, so I get the Last Laugh//
heh... voters please?
ill hit up the other battles when i get out of class... im on lunch right about now munchin on some of that lobsta... and im not talkin about the shit you get from the ocean and you boil...
muahahhahahahha...
