week 4 Big Paqo vs. Deuce
- Thread starter Dvious
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Aim-DeuceTheYungPimp
Aiht Big Paqo....Ain't really who I Had in mind to battle...Fucc it son....
Yo yo,
I already win before this battle even begins//
checc it, even if I been gone from the siccness several months an still be on on the top ten//
where u at? hmm Big Paqo? more like canadian masturbator//
name your gang...besides your highschool drama, an debator...
wait fucc that it's wacc..
ok ok I got it...everyone likes punches..
You wouldn't get one vote if your name was george bush an this was the presidential election//
An I already told u once, spittin hard isn't nutting after an erection//
Your verse will be entitled "one butt cheek" Because it came "half ass" an weak//
Like mt everast you'll never top me at my peek....
dammit still kinda weak..iight i got this now...
The only way you'll ever be ILL is if your punk ass catches aids/
We all know Big Paqo is like a pendulum the fact he 'swings both ways'/
Reform an' get knocced out like silicone titties in a worn blouse.//
no bra for support//Big Paqo a flaw in this sport//
I twist my thesis like a helix to show you what im made of/
And the illness in your veins kid? you lacc the genetic makeup/
I will swallow your words, like I'm drinking 211 steal reserve, I be past out on the curb/
This mothafucca better sound-the-alarm
I’m a have this niccel plated Travis Biccel Situated - slidin down-to-my-palm/Bang bang bang!!!/
I am the drug that left you in the street, waiting for the paramedics to make you heart beat/
Left You breathless, and made You restless, cause you can’t suppress this/
I got PILLOWS harder than the faggot's that be-in-yo’-team//
And I’ll put “6” holes in your head, so I can see-in-your-dreams//
Your style is played out like bell-bottoms and flat tops//
And you’ll rip a new ass-hole tryna drop tha shit that ‘Deuce' drops//
I spit hotter than a hellion choir hellbent on makin' you perspire//
Catch fire and remember the prior you a rapper/friar covered in barb wire//
you need to aquire a sexual desire without the telephone wire//
Aight son...Hit me with your best kid...Oh and uh...Happy birthday son...That was your name I saw on the B-Day list right?...S'all Jesus God...Hit me with some tight shit.
2 C's
Aiht Big Paqo....Ain't really who I Had in mind to battle...Fucc it son....
Yo yo,
I already win before this battle even begins//
checc it, even if I been gone from the siccness several months an still be on on the top ten//
where u at? hmm Big Paqo? more like canadian masturbator//
name your gang...besides your highschool drama, an debator...
wait fucc that it's wacc..
ok ok I got it...everyone likes punches..
You wouldn't get one vote if your name was george bush an this was the presidential election//
An I already told u once, spittin hard isn't nutting after an erection//
Your verse will be entitled "one butt cheek" Because it came "half ass" an weak//
Like mt everast you'll never top me at my peek....
dammit still kinda weak..iight i got this now...
The only way you'll ever be ILL is if your punk ass catches aids/
We all know Big Paqo is like a pendulum the fact he 'swings both ways'/
Reform an' get knocced out like silicone titties in a worn blouse.//
no bra for support//Big Paqo a flaw in this sport//
I twist my thesis like a helix to show you what im made of/
And the illness in your veins kid? you lacc the genetic makeup/
I will swallow your words, like I'm drinking 211 steal reserve, I be past out on the curb/
This mothafucca better sound-the-alarm
I’m a have this niccel plated Travis Biccel Situated - slidin down-to-my-palm/Bang bang bang!!!/
I am the drug that left you in the street, waiting for the paramedics to make you heart beat/
Left You breathless, and made You restless, cause you can’t suppress this/
I got PILLOWS harder than the faggot's that be-in-yo’-team//
And I’ll put “6” holes in your head, so I can see-in-your-dreams//
Your style is played out like bell-bottoms and flat tops//
And you’ll rip a new ass-hole tryna drop tha shit that ‘Deuce' drops//
I spit hotter than a hellion choir hellbent on makin' you perspire//
Catch fire and remember the prior you a rapper/friar covered in barb wire//
you need to aquire a sexual desire without the telephone wire//
Aight son...Hit me with your best kid...Oh and uh...Happy birthday son...That was your name I saw on the B-Day list right?...S'all Jesus God...Hit me with some tight shit.
2 C's
good shit
a flow called "cummin in deuce"...
somthin diffrent...
You can spit a pretty line, but it will take more then that-
you need to get up out my way before your career goes splat-
i liked that shit bout a pendulem and how it goes both ways-
but you got it twisted lil youngsta, cuz its not my nutt you will taste-
you say lifes a like a deck cards, but really thats the truth-
cuz a DUECE is at the bottom, in war is always gonna lose-
you can paint a pretty picture of how you can rap-
but you need to go to hollywood with that fake ass act-
your prolly the only one in LA to say yo, yo and son-
wearin sean jean and wu-tang fits all in one-
your lyrics stink like a fat bitch who deficated-
but your on the recieveing end of a male whos masturbatin-
im already at a minus cuz fools 'don't feel my style"-
because im not flowin like the crowd, sayin "word son" and "child"-
cuz its my own style that i love to embrace-
you can say you hate my shit now but wont say it face to face-
CHORUS
you can give me the world and you know i won't refuse-
im gonna be number one, everyone is "cummin in duece"-
i gotta live for myself, ain concern with the rest-
i want the money and the power not acceptin nothin less-
you can try your very best but your still gonna lose-
im not like any other, the sic is "cummin in duece"-
you hate my style now but jus wait and you'll see-
everyones favorite artist is whoever battles me-
VERSE 2
my first battle loss was 6 - 7, ain it a shame-
my second loss was nearly exactly the same-
im doin somthin diffrent, cuz everyone loves a laugh-
but im gonna try 2 expose some real shit for that ass-
DEUCE your an obsticle thats merely an abstruction-
cuz nothin is gonna slow my path of destruction-
another loss, truthfully ain really nothin big-
im still gonna put out LPs, while you still sit an dream-
my shit will get you paranoid as soon as it hits the streets-
so much that not even a hypnotist will get you to sleep-
so suggest you recognize your place and shut the fuck up-
BIG PAQ out like a secret tape that will soon self destruct
jus gettin some shit off my chest. wanted to try somthing diffrent in a battle then make people laugh cuz that seems like what everyone is aiming for lately.
a flow called "cummin in deuce"...
somthin diffrent...
You can spit a pretty line, but it will take more then that-
you need to get up out my way before your career goes splat-
i liked that shit bout a pendulem and how it goes both ways-
but you got it twisted lil youngsta, cuz its not my nutt you will taste-
you say lifes a like a deck cards, but really thats the truth-
cuz a DUECE is at the bottom, in war is always gonna lose-
you can paint a pretty picture of how you can rap-
but you need to go to hollywood with that fake ass act-
your prolly the only one in LA to say yo, yo and son-
wearin sean jean and wu-tang fits all in one-
your lyrics stink like a fat bitch who deficated-
but your on the recieveing end of a male whos masturbatin-
im already at a minus cuz fools 'don't feel my style"-
because im not flowin like the crowd, sayin "word son" and "child"-
cuz its my own style that i love to embrace-
you can say you hate my shit now but wont say it face to face-
CHORUS
you can give me the world and you know i won't refuse-
im gonna be number one, everyone is "cummin in duece"-
i gotta live for myself, ain concern with the rest-
i want the money and the power not acceptin nothin less-
you can try your very best but your still gonna lose-
im not like any other, the sic is "cummin in duece"-
you hate my style now but jus wait and you'll see-
everyones favorite artist is whoever battles me-
VERSE 2
my first battle loss was 6 - 7, ain it a shame-
my second loss was nearly exactly the same-
im doin somthin diffrent, cuz everyone loves a laugh-
but im gonna try 2 expose some real shit for that ass-
DEUCE your an obsticle thats merely an abstruction-
cuz nothin is gonna slow my path of destruction-
another loss, truthfully ain really nothin big-
im still gonna put out LPs, while you still sit an dream-
my shit will get you paranoid as soon as it hits the streets-
so much that not even a hypnotist will get you to sleep-
so suggest you recognize your place and shut the fuck up-
BIG PAQ out like a secret tape that will soon self destruct
jus gettin some shit off my chest. wanted to try somthing diffrent in a battle then make people laugh cuz that seems like what everyone is aiming for lately.
