EaStWoOD vs. whoeva feels froggish

[EaStWoOD]

foreva flowin and neva showin lacc-in-my-skillz//
i picc fights like cotton...put all yall in-the-fields//
shove-the-mic-in-ya-grill,and then,tell u that-u-succ//
locc-but-u-ca-call-me "o-dogg",cuz "i just dont give-a-fucc"//
im-quicc-2-bucc...wit-da-metal or da hard plas-tic-shit//
as long as-i-hear da clicc-claccin gutz-when-i-blast-da-shit//
detach-ya-hips,bacc-n-lips,call me Dr.Giggles//
i-seem-2-nut-up-at-tha-site of livers when they wiggle//
callin out anybody,everybody,bring-ya-shotty//
and all im usin is this fuccin-fist-to-face karate//
squares come in dozens,and im killin-em-rap-id-ly//
the-only-contact-i-feel,is other's blood splattin me//
call me tha rappin g,on crip,my nig im-real-as-they-come//
leavin-u-numb is not my job,man,i do-this-4-fun//
snatchin mics left and right,aint no re-turn'n em//
tha hottest flows that u'll eva spit,i'll be-burnin-em//
heads,im-turnin-em...like the mutha fuccin exorcist//
deccin triccz wit both handz...im am-bi-dex-tri-ous//
who-are-yall-messin-wit???do u really have-an-i-dea?//
through-my-eyes,yall all wear'n signs sayin,"I-SHOULD-DIE-HERE"//
whoeva feel they got the nerve,give ya-boy-a-holla//
fucc yankin ya shirt...im poppin whats between-ya-colla//

 

[SiccLyrix]

my verse

Ayo.....

Wit a name like eastwood you should be banned-for-life//
ill stab-you-wit-a-knife so you could actually be spillin-brainz//
i stay killin-lamez, taken em outt this rap-industry//
with 100 capz dawg you still couldnt-finish-me//
with 200 verses ya flowz still couldnt-get-wit-me//
ill split ya open like a b, see me creepin-through-ya-hood//
ya blood seepin out you wish you could touch-my-tacticz//
you bluff so i gotta hit you wit automaticz, 2 ya spine-an-natel//
go ahead load ya gunz-on-da-table, they cap gunz only gonna bust smoke at my label//
fucc wit me itz gonna be fatal, ill have you haven flash backz of when you wuz in da cradle//
ya flow aint conversatable, trynna use some multiple-rhyming//
noone gonna vote for ya weak flow ill have ya blood sliming like a bitch-on-da-rag//
ill lay you in a ditch you fag cuz you weaker then vanilla-ice-back-ina-da-game//
ill kill ya twice and still stay splitten ya frame, i spit tha game to niggaz who bang-on-bloccz//
ill hang ya knot out to dry like close-linez, you couldnt compose linez if you stole mine//
this shyt is unpredicdable like stepping on land minez, i land ninez like misslez//
strangle you wit christmas tissle, watch ya blood fizzle, smoke you like crystal//
i see ya got a pistol but itz just gonna throw me in a fitful-rage//
you get clipped and layed in ya grave fucc 6 feet deep itz in da back of my jeep//
poor bulletz down on you like sleet, you couldnt defeat if u battled a piece of meat//
you couldnt "Rock A Mike(Mic)", If You wuz on *Jordanz Nutz*, your flow more then succz//
it stinkz like when i take a shyt in my bathroom, ill take you to tha backroom and make you pop a valium//
then ya ass could actually be dope cope wit tha style that im bringin//
slingin ya dead body partz like they were kronik-sackz, even if you vomit you couldnt spit sicc rapz//

haha keystyle vote people

 

[EaStWoOD]

UP...I AINT SEEN CUZ IN A MINUTE

 

[pimpsmooth420]

just some flows fo yall niggas

i'm really bout to twist this cat
you's ah dick ryda dont think i wont bitch you cat
en all you other scraps can see me - lets do it
cause after i merk yall- yall gone be drippen red fluid (pussys)
imma have to dump 10 in you EASTWOOD
send 7 to ya frame en make sure i put 3 in his head( your a gone 'er')
you talken kinda reckless play boy
the first shot ill hit ya - never send warning shots in the air
we can do this throw ya arms in the air( give up nigga)
i might plow you chump - taken all the farmers in here
if the scene is right i might pull the double barrel
ten cartridge ah case en send them all to ya girl (kill everyone wit you)
i dont care what block you roll on
this is my spot -in ya hood you'll still get popped or stole on
if crack rocks i sold em
this is all for the cream if its to hot then roll son
i'm on another level the kids is still grow'n'
pimpsmooth the man sick cause i'm still flow'n'
nigga dont come at me speakin bout gunz cause i'm the king of that shit/
nigga aint neva lick shots this R&B ass nigga just singing that shit/
i'm on tha block like big smalls so give me tha loot/
sends shots to ya head and turn ya brains into soup/
"so i creep" like TLC to where u sleep bicth!!!!/
kill ya whole family and that skanky hoe u sleep with (nasty hoe)/
i aint got shit to lose i was told said that i'll neva be shit/
so when i see u(pause), i'm bussin at u(pause) till i neva see shit(va'mous)/
EASTWOOD tha fag just admitted u pie, my nigga the tech is real heated, i'm not french but i'm bout to fry this guy/
sentimental ass dude, man u love to cry/
and since u making a big scene this is the part where u die/
nigga i dont give a fuck, where u from or who u with, fuck it they all can get it/
cause my slugs is like aids (pause) my nigga u all can get it(damnnnnnn)/
this p diddy as nigga love makin tha band/
but if i see you in tha streets u aint making it man(beep beep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep)/
why this nigga all hype, u aint "HOT" "DOG", u barely a "BUN"/
so stik a fork in this beef, it's over, U DONE/
fukkin wit PIMP
you betta cherish tha fact you got-parents
cuz i gun niggaz not in my fam
like godparents
damn u fukked up when u said 'no interference'
im top of the line like XBOX
ya shit is like dreamcast - clearance!
ma gat 'sick'
so it 'throw up' slugs
till you get your fill of shells(bullets)
and you start to 'throw up slugs'
you should have listened when i told you to stop
niggaz get rocked
when they run with THE BOSS
comin at PIMP
gets you 'blown out tha water'
you givin smooth 'Head' by the pool
i guess he's gettin 'blown out tha water'
one more time Young wood
you still in ya yung phase
send shots thru ya vest
and let ya chest catch its breath::WHEW::
always been against tha floss
so i've "ripped' ya team members often
im 6ft tall
so when im done i can stand on your coffin
tha 4-5 have you wheezin and coughin
now who's really bos-sing
you still a kid
so i cant murder your offspring
its pimp
i give you hell
when tha fifth ring your bell(-DING-)
yo east wood this nigga's wack
where tha hell did you find him
you shouldnt have been born
i told ya moms-ta
get a con-dom EASTWOOD pays to rent flows like ah pawn shop//
He's just ah "midget with ah lil mouth" nothing but "small talk"//
I'll make your flesh drop,the tech will stop any intellect you pop child//
"Palm some gravel" with ah "fist full of my flows" is the only way you're "rocking my style"//
Only time you "spit and shine" is when your "flossing your mouth"//
Getting heated but you'll "soak this all up" like "sponges and towels"//
"Insert tracks into your jaws" now who's "running their mouth"//
You can't make "double u's{W}of your selections" like the "alphabet without vowels"//
Take ah seat but your shit out of luck like playing musical chairs//
I'm ah "abusive babysitter", beating the fuck out of your kids and I really don't care//
Save your strength,your hits has came and went- retain your grip//
PIMPSMOOTH Spits will leave your brains slayed and bent//
Save your cents,verbally beaten until your chest bleeding//
Rib cage collapse,now your cranium and your kidneys are meeting

 

[EaStWoOD]

should i reply...or was u jus playin











4 a long time!

 

[CURT B]

yo pimpsmooth stop postin on other peoples battles if u wanna post ur shit so bad than post it on ur own thread.i vote eastwood but sicclyrix came with heat yo close one.keep em comin homies.

-one

 

[pimpsmooth420]

am i right or wrong

this guy said for whoeva feels forgish if it was a solid battle he would have put a name instead if who ever frogish right

 

[Scabs N Guts]

Both of those are strong ass verses ya'll, I gotta go with Eastwood though, his shit just stucc out to me.. He put together some lines that most people wouldn't think of doin', very intelligent.. But Sicc's shit was tight too...