no bar limit.. First to five votes wins. 3-0 = KO. post by tommorow night. ill go first.
Law, I snap ya back and gastric-tract like handicapped cats in fatal accidents with massive Cadillacs//
like flipped back doormats i "come wel" when i form raps//
cross dressing homo'z confessin', if killing you was my profession//
I'd be selling pieces of your intestines at a cannibal concession//
sleepin on bitches bustin estrogen-fuck dat i'll throw a real nut up and catch ya chin//
Encrypting perminate inflictions- with more rhythmic reputition
than jazz musicians catching arthritic conditions//
drown you in dense-puddles fight with brass-knuckles//
law wouldn't have tight shit if he digested belt-buckles//
judges-chuckle.. crackin jokes' i'm crackin domes//
dope? can't even hold ya own lackin flows//
passin bones'-I'm twisting wrists until law's epidermis rips//
Splitting his cranium at the rifts until the sift disect's his lips//
to grasp-this, you better grab tactics, badder than black magic//
you equal wackness, like drag fashions attract faggots//
With elite verses - the perfect wordsmith-storm the planets surface//
hard- i'm makin law nervous-man its curtains//
was born with this ill verdict like i was concieved in diseased currents//
this battle were more lopsided then ya girls haircut//
Or "Apples vs. Oranges", cause you don't even compare slut//
write ya grades in blood- with the spade i dug ya grave in mud//
so not only will ya lay with bugs but snails and slugs//
now you can mabey get sucked- leeches playin in ya cutz//
throw ya LP on ya cheast while you restin in a burnin coffin//
finnally you got a hot album droppin//
So get on my nerves, cuz I feel for you cockblowers//
But I'll bury you cockroaches like overdosin rocksmoking stockbrokers//
trembling and sweating like hypochondriacs in crowded emergency-rooms//
Personally-fool, if I were you, I'd urgently-move before I get upset- disect you, and hurtle-your-bruised body to each one of mercury's-moons//
claim you got a strong flow, but you’re only another mainstream, I beat down smart kids, and make brains-bleed//
rhymes are non-stop, Tupperware couldn’t contain-me, ice cold flows come down in torrents, the way I reign (rain)-freeze (frees)//
battle discussion bring concussions contact combustion//
clutchin' two grips bustin' you hit two flips your heart stops function//
Law, I snap ya back and gastric-tract like handicapped cats in fatal accidents with massive Cadillacs//
like flipped back doormats i "come wel" when i form raps//
cross dressing homo'z confessin', if killing you was my profession//
I'd be selling pieces of your intestines at a cannibal concession//
sleepin on bitches bustin estrogen-fuck dat i'll throw a real nut up and catch ya chin//
Encrypting perminate inflictions- with more rhythmic reputition
than jazz musicians catching arthritic conditions//
drown you in dense-puddles fight with brass-knuckles//
law wouldn't have tight shit if he digested belt-buckles//
judges-chuckle.. crackin jokes' i'm crackin domes//
dope? can't even hold ya own lackin flows//
passin bones'-I'm twisting wrists until law's epidermis rips//
Splitting his cranium at the rifts until the sift disect's his lips//
to grasp-this, you better grab tactics, badder than black magic//
you equal wackness, like drag fashions attract faggots//
With elite verses - the perfect wordsmith-storm the planets surface//
hard- i'm makin law nervous-man its curtains//
was born with this ill verdict like i was concieved in diseased currents//
this battle were more lopsided then ya girls haircut//
Or "Apples vs. Oranges", cause you don't even compare slut//
write ya grades in blood- with the spade i dug ya grave in mud//
so not only will ya lay with bugs but snails and slugs//
now you can mabey get sucked- leeches playin in ya cutz//
throw ya LP on ya cheast while you restin in a burnin coffin//
finnally you got a hot album droppin//
So get on my nerves, cuz I feel for you cockblowers//
But I'll bury you cockroaches like overdosin rocksmoking stockbrokers//
trembling and sweating like hypochondriacs in crowded emergency-rooms//
Personally-fool, if I were you, I'd urgently-move before I get upset- disect you, and hurtle-your-bruised body to each one of mercury's-moons//
claim you got a strong flow, but you’re only another mainstream, I beat down smart kids, and make brains-bleed//
rhymes are non-stop, Tupperware couldn’t contain-me, ice cold flows come down in torrents, the way I reign (rain)-freeze (frees)//
battle discussion bring concussions contact combustion//
clutchin' two grips bustin' you hit two flips your heart stops function//
