RD1: Biggz v. Seak
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3 verses, let's do this Biggz...
legacies next to me are always unimpressive//
now I’m synonymous for bombin Biggz like guns & Wesson//
trunks of weapons- pumps and .357’s in the hatchback//
I amass gat’s… I got more “tech stocks” than NASDAQ//
so back track… ruthless, I choke kid’s and all hoes//
you all know the TRUTH is I smoke Sig’s and “Maul-Bro’s”//
slugs sent “at-choo” when the gat’s thru sneezin//
aimin at ya back tooth- see ya “In-hell” when ya breathe in//
the reason ya bit more than you can chew//
is cause you’re a pre-pubescent who aint grew a “wisdom” tooth//
so I’m givin you the chance to drop out//
since at 15 you’ve matched the education of ya pops now//
get smart… don’t reply and forfeit//
ya won’t survive you’ll catch 5 in ya corset//
MrDontGIVEaFuck is what ya name is son?//
obvious oxymoron- you get fucked more than Jenna Jameson//
guess that alias is figurative and Biggz is too//
he’ll probably threatin me wit “pumps” and take off his women’s shoes//
legacies next to me are always unimpressive//
now I’m synonymous for bombin Biggz like guns & Wesson//
trunks of weapons- pumps and .357’s in the hatchback//
I amass gat’s… I got more “tech stocks” than NASDAQ//
so back track… ruthless, I choke kid’s and all hoes//
you all know the TRUTH is I smoke Sig’s and “Maul-Bro’s”//
slugs sent “at-choo” when the gat’s thru sneezin//
aimin at ya back tooth- see ya “In-hell” when ya breathe in//
the reason ya bit more than you can chew//
is cause you’re a pre-pubescent who aint grew a “wisdom” tooth//
so I’m givin you the chance to drop out//
since at 15 you’ve matched the education of ya pops now//
get smart… don’t reply and forfeit//
ya won’t survive you’ll catch 5 in ya corset//
MrDontGIVEaFuck is what ya name is son?//
obvious oxymoron- you get fucked more than Jenna Jameson//
guess that alias is figurative and Biggz is too//
he’ll probably threatin me wit “pumps” and take off his women’s shoes//
Seak... we never battled before that meant your lucky-
time to meet ya fate, Cut up body parts of yours liek Chucky-
Drag ya body from Cali to kentucky... bring more heat then flames-
i'll eat ya name, talkin like you a boss, now i'll introduce to that game-
i'm elite, ya name i delte make ya crew retreat-
Dont make me repeat, talkin liek ya from the streets-
Your like a blind man walkin' your steppin up to BIGGZ , A person you cant see-
Worsen ya degree, dont kare if your rich, poor or bourgeoisie-
Punk ass Seak, quivering and shivering when he hears BIGGZ speak-
Make ya weak... i guarantee i'll coem prepared ..strickly straped-
we all you couldnt coem hard if you had a ton of bricks to rap-
time to meet ya fate, Cut up body parts of yours liek Chucky-
Drag ya body from Cali to kentucky... bring more heat then flames-
i'll eat ya name, talkin like you a boss, now i'll introduce to that game-
i'm elite, ya name i delte make ya crew retreat-
Dont make me repeat, talkin liek ya from the streets-
Your like a blind man walkin' your steppin up to BIGGZ , A person you cant see-
Worsen ya degree, dont kare if your rich, poor or bourgeoisie-
Punk ass Seak, quivering and shivering when he hears BIGGZ speak-
Make ya weak... i guarantee i'll coem prepared ..strickly straped-
we all you couldnt coem hard if you had a ton of bricks to rap-
@Biggz....2
your elite? naw drop the 'e' like a hit of ecstasy//
ya “lite” weight, I’d make ya suffer but I’mma skip the pleasantries//
exit wounds inflicted unrestricted by a band aid//
cant escape- I put two holes in this “white hood” like the clan make//
this Sav aint mad wait until I’m heated//
like ya usual incest I’mma make ya “cry Uncle” & mean it//
scream it, expect pain plus I wont let up//
when blood streams from ya neck vain cuz- try and “keep ya head up”//
to recapitulate ya fate is spelled out//
your behind bars and goin in the tank wit no bail out//
yell out, I wanna hear ya wail out//
I wanna hear each octave as I knock-his fuckin grill out//
I’m lucky? never Biggz- that response was silly//
ya a clever kid but never did get the hint- I’mma monsta really//
feel me? I can see you plain as day//
your gay, sorry Blaze I “shoot straight” and will stay that way//
your elite? naw drop the 'e' like a hit of ecstasy//
ya “lite” weight, I’d make ya suffer but I’mma skip the pleasantries//
exit wounds inflicted unrestricted by a band aid//
cant escape- I put two holes in this “white hood” like the clan make//
this Sav aint mad wait until I’m heated//
like ya usual incest I’mma make ya “cry Uncle” & mean it//
scream it, expect pain plus I wont let up//
when blood streams from ya neck vain cuz- try and “keep ya head up”//
to recapitulate ya fate is spelled out//
your behind bars and goin in the tank wit no bail out//
yell out, I wanna hear ya wail out//
I wanna hear each octave as I knock-his fuckin grill out//
I’m lucky? never Biggz- that response was silly//
ya a clever kid but never did get the hint- I’mma monsta really//
feel me? I can see you plain as day//
your gay, sorry Blaze I “shoot straight” and will stay that way//
Seak you say you dont me to get ya mad, oh i'm scared now-
Prepared how? you aint shit to me, burn ya shared vow-
never allow faggots to beat me, lyrics i heat thee-
Even if ya got on you knees and begged you wouldnt get none-
you tried Tee-ball with 4 year olds and still couldnt hit son-
You couldnt kill takin S-E off your naming leavin you with AK-
Eat you rhymes up liek a buffet, stressin from my verse now you wearin a toupee-
you still gay, you will no longer remain this is judgement day-
still protay and convey for fiend for dick you dont come solid if you was a brick-
stupid ass trick,i think you posted a verse but you can call it what you want-
Seaks worst, biggz curse, Blaze first... rhymes are like a kindergarten taunt-
You will never come heated even if you live in a dragons mouth-
now listen up here kid look at my waist with your lips wet and head south-
good shit seak
Prepared how? you aint shit to me, burn ya shared vow-
never allow faggots to beat me, lyrics i heat thee-
Even if ya got on you knees and begged you wouldnt get none-
you tried Tee-ball with 4 year olds and still couldnt hit son-
You couldnt kill takin S-E off your naming leavin you with AK-
Eat you rhymes up liek a buffet, stressin from my verse now you wearin a toupee-
you still gay, you will no longer remain this is judgement day-
still protay and convey for fiend for dick you dont come solid if you was a brick-
stupid ass trick,i think you posted a verse but you can call it what you want-
Seaks worst, biggz curse, Blaze first... rhymes are like a kindergarten taunt-
You will never come heated even if you live in a dragons mouth-
now listen up here kid look at my waist with your lips wet and head south-
good shit seak
time to bring Seak to fate..
fuck livin BACK IN THE DAY... I still Decapitate heads...
Lyrically FUCK UP THREADS.. like the Catholic Church Seak be molestin' on holy beds...
actin scandlous like bitches and feds...
Seak is the type of faggot to ask why ABBREVIATION is a long word...
I'm fire if you put me out there will be so much smoke you think its a bong world...
Seak knows how easy it is to keep his mouth and asshole opened...
Been ditched by ya crew now you HOME ALONE like MACAULAY CULKIN...
The whole boards know you got "CANT FLOW" syndrome...
True faggot fo' real... all gays know you blow dome...
fuck with biggz REALITY of blastin'.. send ya home...
Untouched is my status ya wanna kill me and ya bitch wanna do me...
bite the pillow when you see me and ya chick in a porno movie...
my RHYMES ARE 9MM SLUGS HEADIN RITE AT YA head ready to be felt...
fuck your existance... clips are assiting steady to be delt... blood welt...
Heat HAS BEEN AROUND... SLUGS and empty shells are on the ground...
Seak with blood wounds i win and you lose is the way i get down..
fuck livin BACK IN THE DAY... I still Decapitate heads...
Lyrically FUCK UP THREADS.. like the Catholic Church Seak be molestin' on holy beds...
actin scandlous like bitches and feds...
Seak is the type of faggot to ask why ABBREVIATION is a long word...
I'm fire if you put me out there will be so much smoke you think its a bong world...
Seak knows how easy it is to keep his mouth and asshole opened...
Been ditched by ya crew now you HOME ALONE like MACAULAY CULKIN...
The whole boards know you got "CANT FLOW" syndrome...
True faggot fo' real... all gays know you blow dome...
fuck with biggz REALITY of blastin'.. send ya home...
Untouched is my status ya wanna kill me and ya bitch wanna do me...
bite the pillow when you see me and ya chick in a porno movie...
my RHYMES ARE 9MM SLUGS HEADIN RITE AT YA head ready to be felt...
fuck your existance... clips are assiting steady to be delt... blood welt...
Heat HAS BEEN AROUND... SLUGS and empty shells are on the ground...
Seak with blood wounds i win and you lose is the way i get down..
let’s be real, who can kill this treachery??//
Biggz is the final answer- if the question's 'who's in Jeopardy?'//
forget ya weaponry, I’m sicka than leprosy//
folded up foes is all this prose leaves next to me//
ya celebrity’s short lived- my victory’s painless//
picture Biggz on the defense- picture me as a “plain-tiff”//
you’re a real g? it seems not in my book//
your persona’s nothing but “net” like Kareem’s sky hook//
I might look pissed... I still aint felt anger//
just felt ya girl ride this devilish “Hogg” like Hell’s Angel//
Catholic I’m supposed to be, that ain’t even close to me//
tha plastic droppin-men, gets my point “a-cross at the end” like rosary//
focus B’ and hopelessly campaign ya net folks//
but when I leave ya “AIM-less”, how ya gonna get votes?//
sick quotes I script notes for sicko’s//
grip this hoes throat and throw blows when my fists close//
be on ya tip toes, flip those letters and it’s light’s out//
you’ll never SE-a-“K” because I’ll never strike-out//
drop ya album- I’ll hit ya release party and do fed crimes//
bite dick, you’ll still never “Blow” and make “Head-Lines”//
doin the world a favor, droppin you before ya album does//
everything Biggz “wreaks” is garbage like auto salvages//
Biggz is the final answer- if the question's 'who's in Jeopardy?'//
forget ya weaponry, I’m sicka than leprosy//
folded up foes is all this prose leaves next to me//
ya celebrity’s short lived- my victory’s painless//
picture Biggz on the defense- picture me as a “plain-tiff”//
you’re a real g? it seems not in my book//
your persona’s nothing but “net” like Kareem’s sky hook//
I might look pissed... I still aint felt anger//
just felt ya girl ride this devilish “Hogg” like Hell’s Angel//
Catholic I’m supposed to be, that ain’t even close to me//
tha plastic droppin-men, gets my point “a-cross at the end” like rosary//
focus B’ and hopelessly campaign ya net folks//
but when I leave ya “AIM-less”, how ya gonna get votes?//
sick quotes I script notes for sicko’s//
grip this hoes throat and throw blows when my fists close//
be on ya tip toes, flip those letters and it’s light’s out//
you’ll never SE-a-“K” because I’ll never strike-out//
drop ya album- I’ll hit ya release party and do fed crimes//
bite dick, you’ll still never “Blow” and make “Head-Lines”//
doin the world a favor, droppin you before ya album does//
everything Biggz “wreaks” is garbage like auto salvages//
