Bayzhe Pow vs. Fatal Nyghtmare
- Thread starter MrDontGIVEaFUCK
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POW POW! your lyricz hit about az hard az a cap-gun/
itz nothin but talk, knowin you'll never take action/
my advise, invezt in suppliez cuz you gonna need help takin-me-out/
with a glock and a cock in your mouth, you wont be makin-a-sound/
ill leave your mynd frozen, your whole body on-hault/
to catch thiz "America'z Mozt Wanted" you gonna have to call John-Walsh/
my sickness iz infectious, leavin your punk ass with mononucleosis/
you're gonna-loze-ya-focus when my 9'z between ya eyez about to blow ya fo'-head/
ima grab ya throat, make ya CHOKE lyke tha OAKland-Raiderz/
provokin-haterz, leavin cloudz rizin out your woundz lyke smokin-craterz/
come into thiz battle with hope but thiz duel iz illfated/
im too sick, get my M.D. lyke "Kavorkian" and kill-patientz/
i knock trickz lyke you off so quick itz almozt systematic/
cauzin a grip-of-damage, makin you wanna quit lyke kickin-habitz/
when you pozt your shyt tha homo level rizez higher than a gay-parade/
and i hate fagz, so ima stuff you in a body bag with your brainz-displayed/
layed-away in a caufin for droppin bootsy ass versez/
tha hearse-iz ready, you juzt got buried and therez no way to reverse-it/
itz nothin but talk, knowin you'll never take action/
my advise, invezt in suppliez cuz you gonna need help takin-me-out/
with a glock and a cock in your mouth, you wont be makin-a-sound/
ill leave your mynd frozen, your whole body on-hault/
to catch thiz "America'z Mozt Wanted" you gonna have to call John-Walsh/
my sickness iz infectious, leavin your punk ass with mononucleosis/
you're gonna-loze-ya-focus when my 9'z between ya eyez about to blow ya fo'-head/
ima grab ya throat, make ya CHOKE lyke tha OAKland-Raiderz/
provokin-haterz, leavin cloudz rizin out your woundz lyke smokin-craterz/
come into thiz battle with hope but thiz duel iz illfated/
im too sick, get my M.D. lyke "Kavorkian" and kill-patientz/
i knock trickz lyke you off so quick itz almozt systematic/
cauzin a grip-of-damage, makin you wanna quit lyke kickin-habitz/
when you pozt your shyt tha homo level rizez higher than a gay-parade/
and i hate fagz, so ima stuff you in a body bag with your brainz-displayed/
layed-away in a caufin for droppin bootsy ass versez/
tha hearse-iz ready, you juzt got buried and therez no way to reverse-it/
blucka blucka blucka blaow
muahahhahaha...
My scripts are legendary; you must want to get stomped//
Only reason your text is read is because of your font//
I’m the illest spitting; I kill kids and wreck teams//
You’re a Fatal Nightmare? Then call beating me your wet dream//
My experience alone will prolly douse your threats//
Kid, I been around the block like the alphabets//
Better show some respect, you know this motherfucker’s major//
I’ll have you Kiss the shoes like it’s Bubba Chuck with Jada//
From reps to careers, for real, I’m crushing it all//
I’m a head of the game like a fresh killed buck on the wall//
You should fire your A & R, or get better made promos//
Cuz your career is stuck on the rocks like NBA logos//
I don’t tell fables of how I’ll send you to heaven//
I drop more stories of death than September eleventh//
Acting stupid, like you aint know that I’mma spit hotness//
You must live under a rock and neighbor Osama Bin Ladin’s//
Confused, I got you crying, “Why can’t I spit this raw?” //
It’s ok; just get it off your chest like a wrist corsage//
If you battle me and win, I’ll take my own life by myself//
Just so I can witness the day that froze ice down in hell…
.::switches prose::.
…You’ll learn a lesson from BaYzHe, by the end of this page…
…I was destined to slay, any competitor thinking of stepping this way…
…Fatal forever will take, his rest in a grave; I’m blessing this knave…
…Get this okay? You’ll never beat me you faggot…
…Your rhymes wont evenly match this; so start retreating you wacc bitch…
…My words will slice you up but won’t need all the slashes…
…So just delete all the dashes, you write between the words that you rhyme…
…You shouldn’t even have happened, to sign up for the tourney this time…
…I’m murdering lines, whenever words get combined…
…They merge and define, the make-up of this most perverted of minds…
…You’ll get curbed on the side, of the street your people’s live on…
…Hiroshima don’t even know the heat that seeps from this bomb…
let the cards fall as they must...
muahahhahaha...
My scripts are legendary; you must want to get stomped//
Only reason your text is read is because of your font//
I’m the illest spitting; I kill kids and wreck teams//
You’re a Fatal Nightmare? Then call beating me your wet dream//
My experience alone will prolly douse your threats//
Kid, I been around the block like the alphabets//
Better show some respect, you know this motherfucker’s major//
I’ll have you Kiss the shoes like it’s Bubba Chuck with Jada//
From reps to careers, for real, I’m crushing it all//
I’m a head of the game like a fresh killed buck on the wall//
You should fire your A & R, or get better made promos//
Cuz your career is stuck on the rocks like NBA logos//
I don’t tell fables of how I’ll send you to heaven//
I drop more stories of death than September eleventh//
Acting stupid, like you aint know that I’mma spit hotness//
You must live under a rock and neighbor Osama Bin Ladin’s//
Confused, I got you crying, “Why can’t I spit this raw?” //
It’s ok; just get it off your chest like a wrist corsage//
If you battle me and win, I’ll take my own life by myself//
Just so I can witness the day that froze ice down in hell…
.::switches prose::.
…You’ll learn a lesson from BaYzHe, by the end of this page…
…I was destined to slay, any competitor thinking of stepping this way…
…Fatal forever will take, his rest in a grave; I’m blessing this knave…
…Get this okay? You’ll never beat me you faggot…
…Your rhymes wont evenly match this; so start retreating you wacc bitch…
…My words will slice you up but won’t need all the slashes…
…So just delete all the dashes, you write between the words that you rhyme…
…You shouldn’t even have happened, to sign up for the tourney this time…
…I’m murdering lines, whenever words get combined…
…They merge and define, the make-up of this most perverted of minds…
…You’ll get curbed on the side, of the street your people’s live on…
…Hiroshima don’t even know the heat that seeps from this bomb…
let the cards fall as they must...
ummm.. i didn't think that this was a good battel. it was really borin.... i hope yall come harder than that... really tho
anyways,
im gonna have to say that bayzhe got this.. no question. im not sure if yall even really took the time to read both verses or just skimmed though. cause i dont know where the fuck you comin from when you say that fatal won. read his whole verse... hardly any of that shit rhymed, an about half of it was just filler lines... put somthin in there that is actually gon' help you edge out this battle... no make it borin as fuck to read for everyone who gotta vote on this shit. bayzhe's verse was alright... not too much better....
so ima gonna have to give this one to bayhze
`duCe`
anyways,
im gonna have to say that bayzhe got this.. no question. im not sure if yall even really took the time to read both verses or just skimmed though. cause i dont know where the fuck you comin from when you say that fatal won. read his whole verse... hardly any of that shit rhymed, an about half of it was just filler lines... put somthin in there that is actually gon' help you edge out this battle... no make it borin as fuck to read for everyone who gotta vote on this shit. bayzhe's verse was alright... not too much better....
so ima gonna have to give this one to bayhze
`duCe`
ima grab ya throat, make ya CHOKE lyke tha OAKland-Raiderz/
provokin-haterz, leavin cloudz rizin out your woundz lyke smokin-craterz/
and
my advise, invezt in suppliez cuz you gonna need help takin-me-out/
with a glock and a cock in your mouth, you wont be makin-a-sound/
my fav's lines of Fatals verse... Fatals was more of a freestyle verse i could tell. thats what a freestyle battle verse is...
Bayzhe came with sicc punches... like:
You’re a Fatal Nightmare? Then call beating me your wet dream//
and
…So just delete all the dashes, you write between the words that you rhyme…
…You shouldn’t even have happened, to sign up for the tourney this time…
Bayzhe pow came with some tite shit.. no joke... hard punches but most was simple... Fatal came with more creative shit and expanded....
Now for my voting... Fatal gets it.. i already explained for those who think i dick ride(you know who you are) juss cuz me and fatal are homies....
provokin-haterz, leavin cloudz rizin out your woundz lyke smokin-craterz/
and
my advise, invezt in suppliez cuz you gonna need help takin-me-out/
with a glock and a cock in your mouth, you wont be makin-a-sound/
my fav's lines of Fatals verse... Fatals was more of a freestyle verse i could tell. thats what a freestyle battle verse is...
Bayzhe came with sicc punches... like:
You’re a Fatal Nightmare? Then call beating me your wet dream//
and
…So just delete all the dashes, you write between the words that you rhyme…
…You shouldn’t even have happened, to sign up for the tourney this time…
Bayzhe pow came with some tite shit.. no joke... hard punches but most was simple... Fatal came with more creative shit and expanded....
Now for my voting... Fatal gets it.. i already explained for those who think i dick ride(you know who you are) juss cuz me and fatal are homies....
