Round Two: BETO916 Vs. Furious32
- Thread starter FATAL NYGHTMARE
- Start date
I’m comin’ thru your hood /
No matter the co-ordinance
Tearin’ up your block, mane /
With heavy ordinance
I don’t know the spot /
From whence you came
So I’m touchin’ every town /
dude, lettin’ these shots rain
Leavin’ them blood stains /
All over your fitted mane
Lyrical lacerations got you feelin’/
Nothin’ but intense pain
As I’m shatterin’ ya frame /
With vocabulary in-sane
Syllable-ly gifted /
Spittin’ off of the brain
Get off of me mane /
You do seem like a real cool dude to me /
So I won’t do you real bad /
like I be doin’ these textcees usually
Murdering them brutally /
Yada-da-meen... I’m like Idi Amin /
When it comes to human cruelty
I be laughin’ at you newbies /
Thinkin’ that you can ruin, B
I can rock an arena full of ghosts /
And they still wouldn’t be booin’ me
Performin’ lyrical surgery /
Blunt smokin’!! /
Two or three /
Lines at a time is what “I Be Strokin’”
Like Clarence Carter /
Movin’ like Chris Carter /
In the open
Attackin’ like a Viking /
And you're on the defensive
Man, that shit you spit /
Is really offensive
Literally bitch shit /
Like mascara and lipstick
The only “biscuits” you’ve ever held /
were made by Bisquick
game faker than press-ons /
If your “dope” could speak /
It would sing “I’m Tired of Bein’ Stepped On.”
Get this pussy a tampon /
I’m leavin’ it bleedin’
sittin' in front of his computer /
lyrically misconceive'n
barely breathin' /
Somebody ban this fool /
‘cause we don’t even need ‘em
Round three I’m comin’ /
I’m through with this dude
Now, that’s what I call /
a “Furious 32”
...bars that is.
God Bless
No matter the co-ordinance
Tearin’ up your block, mane /
With heavy ordinance
I don’t know the spot /
From whence you came
So I’m touchin’ every town /
dude, lettin’ these shots rain
Leavin’ them blood stains /
All over your fitted mane
Lyrical lacerations got you feelin’/
Nothin’ but intense pain
As I’m shatterin’ ya frame /
With vocabulary in-sane
Syllable-ly gifted /
Spittin’ off of the brain
Get off of me mane /
You do seem like a real cool dude to me /
So I won’t do you real bad /
like I be doin’ these textcees usually
Murdering them brutally /
Yada-da-meen... I’m like Idi Amin /
When it comes to human cruelty
I be laughin’ at you newbies /
Thinkin’ that you can ruin, B
I can rock an arena full of ghosts /
And they still wouldn’t be booin’ me
Performin’ lyrical surgery /
Blunt smokin’!! /
Two or three /
Lines at a time is what “I Be Strokin’”
Like Clarence Carter /
Movin’ like Chris Carter /
In the open
Attackin’ like a Viking /
And you're on the defensive
Man, that shit you spit /
Is really offensive
Literally bitch shit /
Like mascara and lipstick
The only “biscuits” you’ve ever held /
were made by Bisquick
game faker than press-ons /
If your “dope” could speak /
It would sing “I’m Tired of Bein’ Stepped On.”
Get this pussy a tampon /
I’m leavin’ it bleedin’
sittin' in front of his computer /
lyrically misconceive'n
barely breathin' /
Somebody ban this fool /
‘cause we don’t even need ‘em
Round three I’m comin’ /
I’m through with this dude
Now, that’s what I call /
a “Furious 32”
...bars that is.
God Bless
C'mon nias lemme take ya'll on a lil ride....
Awwww check her out/
She thinks she's got a little flow/
But I'm 'bout to take you out like Shout/
Cause rap aint what you know/
The newbie mack'd yo clout/
Off with this ho/
Nias kick back/
And just peep my show/
Got this round wrapped/
Like a peach Optimo/
Ya can't touch/
Better yet reach my flow/
Must be that Bisquick/
That got me rollin in dough/
When I'm in a certain mindset/
Peep how tight my lines get/
Gotcha pissin in yo pants/
And aint halfway thru my rhymes yet/
With each drop of my line/
Ya runnin outta time/
Soon to expire/
Keep the .45 by my spine/
like when Jordan first retired/
Got five-o callin next of kin/
For fuckin with this Mexican/
Mad cause I gotta /
Ditch a dirty tech again/
Ya didn't wanna start static/
Ya did yo best tonight/
But my pen is like an autotmatic/
When I move it left to right/
Why do nias tempt me/
Luv the sound /
Of my pound/
When its being emptied/
You aint meant to be an emcee/
I 'm headed to the Final Four/
Like my ass was Mike Krzyzewski/
Took this round and kept it/
Yo girl ate you up in Apology Accepted/
Yea I read about yo weekend/
Who ya think was at yo door/
When ya pretended to be skeezin'/
Face it ya just cant compete/
Ima end you task/
Better yet yo ass/
Like i'm hititn' cont/alt/delete/
What the hell/
Cant you tell/
Ya just been defeated/
Hit this ho so hard/
His ass just got decleated/
The last fucka to mess with/
Skills is what I'm blessed with/
Rap is All I Need/
Like Mary J and Method/
I'm Charled Bronso with these lyrics/
And ya must have a Death Wish/
Pulled yo rap card/
And turned yo fans into skeptics/
You just cant maintain/
Ya spit 32 bars/
But half of 'em say "mane"/
I'm from Sac Town bootch/
Yea I thought ya knew/
Home of smokas and killas/
Like Onterrio Smith and Rae Carruth/
Now nias/
Thats the end of my show/
Done with this broad/
They call Beto/
Best thing he could've done with rap/
Baby...is let go!/
Holla...
F32
Awwww check her out/
She thinks she's got a little flow/
But I'm 'bout to take you out like Shout/
Cause rap aint what you know/
The newbie mack'd yo clout/
Off with this ho/
Nias kick back/
And just peep my show/
Got this round wrapped/
Like a peach Optimo/
Ya can't touch/
Better yet reach my flow/
Must be that Bisquick/
That got me rollin in dough/
When I'm in a certain mindset/
Peep how tight my lines get/
Gotcha pissin in yo pants/
And aint halfway thru my rhymes yet/
With each drop of my line/
Ya runnin outta time/
Soon to expire/
Keep the .45 by my spine/
like when Jordan first retired/
Got five-o callin next of kin/
For fuckin with this Mexican/
Mad cause I gotta /
Ditch a dirty tech again/
Ya didn't wanna start static/
Ya did yo best tonight/
But my pen is like an autotmatic/
When I move it left to right/
Why do nias tempt me/
Luv the sound /
Of my pound/
When its being emptied/
You aint meant to be an emcee/
I 'm headed to the Final Four/
Like my ass was Mike Krzyzewski/
Took this round and kept it/
Yo girl ate you up in Apology Accepted/
Yea I read about yo weekend/
Who ya think was at yo door/
When ya pretended to be skeezin'/
Face it ya just cant compete/
Ima end you task/
Better yet yo ass/
Like i'm hititn' cont/alt/delete/
What the hell/
Cant you tell/
Ya just been defeated/
Hit this ho so hard/
His ass just got decleated/
The last fucka to mess with/
Skills is what I'm blessed with/
Rap is All I Need/
Like Mary J and Method/
I'm Charled Bronso with these lyrics/
And ya must have a Death Wish/
Pulled yo rap card/
And turned yo fans into skeptics/
You just cant maintain/
Ya spit 32 bars/
But half of 'em say "mane"/
I'm from Sac Town bootch/
Yea I thought ya knew/
Home of smokas and killas/
Like Onterrio Smith and Rae Carruth/
Now nias/
Thats the end of my show/
Done with this broad/
They call Beto/
Best thing he could've done with rap/
Baby...is let go!/
Holla...
F32
