"OFFICIAL BATTLE THE PERSON ABOVE YOU THREAD"

[LEE-ZILLA 69]

TSSSSSSSSSSSS HAAAAAAA YES LETS GET THE BATTLE ORGY STARTED EVERYONES GONNA BATTLE EVERYONE LETS VITALIZE THIS SHIT JUST SPIT AND SHIT ABOUT THE PERSON ABOVE YOU AND WE'LL SEE WHO THE BEST MC IS LET LEE KICK IT OFF

LEES ABOUT TO SET IT OFF LIKE A WEAPON DETONATION A 1 MAN GANG FACIN EVERY WANNA BE SATIN IN THE NATION WITH NO HESITATION PROVOKE MY TIMER I BLOW YOU A NEW VAGINA WIT OUT CODE ACTIVATION LEE-ZILLAZ A PIT THAT'LL SPIT SOME SHIT HARDCORE WE CAN SKIP WORLD WAR 3 AND GO STR8T TO WORLD WAR 4 BATTLE WIT GATZ BATZ OR EXCALIBUR SWORDS IM JUST A LYRICAL FORCE WITH TEETH MADE OUT OF C4 I SEE MORE WEEK MC'S FROM THE STARS GALAXY 1,2,3,4 TRY TO BATTLE LEE FROM THE MILKY WAY BACK DOWN TO THE SEA FLOOR DON'T IGNORE BEFORE I SPIT MORE BARS THEN CB4 IM HOTTER THEN A PIZZA WIT THA DEEP DISH I MELT YOU CATS THATS CARTOONS LIKE HEATHCLIF AND LEAVEYOU IN A STEAMY PUDDLE ON THE CONCRETE BITCH WIT LYRICS ON STEROIDS THAT THE ULTIMATE WARRIOR COUND'NT COMPETE WIT SO WHEN U SEE THIS AND CAN'T GET ENOUGH I GOT 69 MORE RHYMES SO SHUT THE FUCK UP

TSSSSSSSSSSS HAAAAAA YEA COMPETE WIT THAT IM BOUTS TO FLAME ANYBODY GO AHEAD BROWN BOY I WANT YOU BITCH

 

[LEE-ZILLA 69]

TSSSSSSSSSSSSS HAAAAAAA I SEE NONE OF YOU WANNA BATTLE ITS ALRIGHT ID BE SCARED TO BATTLE MYSELF TOO

 

[seak]

battle the person above me? - But ya below me on the skill though//
Lee-Zilla ain't 69'n me… but you can blow me like a dildo//
this joker’s wack, stop smokin crack… put the pipe down and pipe down//
this circus freak ain’t worth this heat, so why waste “live rounds”?//
fuck-it-though…. never drawin a blank when I bust-a-flow//
plus ya know… I’ll leave ya vitals touch and go//
I’mma skip World War 4 and go straight to the atomics//
and bomb-on-Lee, phonically, till I’m out of topics//

:devious:

 

[LEE-ZILLA 69]

TSSSSSSSSSS HAAAAAAAAAAA

WHY DONT U SEAK OUT SOME SKILLS SEAK OUT SOME LYRICS AND STOP SNORTIN EXTASY PILLS BECUASE LEE-ZILLAS LYRICS LET ALONE WILL DRAIN URE CERATONIN GET ROBBED FOR URE FAKE ASS CUBIC ZARCONIAN FOR FLOWIN BECUZ YOUL NEVER SEE LEE LIKE YOUL NEVER SEE 2 TRICERATOPS BONIN IM GROWIN INTO A GIANT CRUCHIN CHICKENS LIKE KFC CLIENTS WITH MY LYRICAL MAD SCIENCE AND LEAVE URE BRAIN FLUID DILUTED LEAVE U AND URE CREW EXECUTED TRY TO RAP BACK AT LEE BUT I BET U GET REPETITIVE LIKE GO DUMB GO STUPID MUSIC TOUCH LEE-ZILLAS SCALES AND GET URE BITCH ASS ELECTRICUTED U DON'T UNDERSTAND I'LL CRUSH U LIKE AN ARESOL CAN BURN U LIKE ALCOHOL SPILLED ON A CUT ON URE HAND

TSSSSSSSSSSS HAAAAAAAAAA

 

[BETO916]

I spray with the K
I dont play with them sawed offs

I get money off you dummies
like the dude you bought your gun off

I got germans goin' dumbkoff
and the spanish goin' loco

in oak park we sell dope
and sideshow in front of the po-po

clap with the tramp ocho
if the semi dont fire

then skee skirt with work
all up in the spare tire

keep retainers on esquires
for situations like these

known to go so hard in 8 bars
I've been indicted for murderin' emcees

 

[Blaze1]

ya'll may be on top, but not one is above me
like ya moms on tha block, ya'll b-low me
not one of you know me, and im keepin it that way
none of ya'll can see me, like ya mimickin' Ray
put back on them shades, so we dont see ya fear
too soft when ya soberm, drown ya cowardness in beer
maybe then you can see me clear, you thought you would
not smokin no backwoods, it's swishers in my hood
now i'd roll thru your back woods, just cause i could
look I rep the Stack but it's bay luv to the fullest
but bringin ya knives to this gunfight, now thas just foolish

 

[Ironic Commando]

your throat is my knife fodder// eternally, embarass you like a ya woman seeking paternaty...and shes on the 9th-father// i asked that bitch, "why bother?" her reply...was to unlock and part her thunder-thighs// as if to induce erection...like her infection of yeast would rise//her physical make-up is comprised of a confection of obesity, diabetes, and "krispy-creme"...unlike the dough-nut...thats the reason your presence is forever that of a peasant// dont act like im the first one thats said-it// im verbally unpleasant// your keyboard regrets-it// the falsehood of your lifestyle is not copasetic

that leaves you and that fat-bitch,-porkin'// i re-arange dick-headed clowns...call it slap-stick-sortin'// i'll take you off the map,-quit-snortin' on that wack-shit,-norbit//

 

[Ironic Commando]

your wackness is only fit for the theatrics of a dusted cum guzzling actress// you rhyme like me at four, PJ's , ABC's and a pissy-mattress// the light on my diamond hatchet refracted past battles spanning longer than many intergalactic wars lasted

the statistics of your ballistics are predicablly unrealistic// drop you off a cliff and record your rag-doll physics so your family wont miss a single minute//

 

[BrOwn_BoY]

ITS IRONIC HOW YOU COULD POSSIBLY BE COMMANDO//
CAUSE YOU COME OFF HELLA GAY LIKE THAT DUDE NAMED COLOMBO//

NIGGA IF THIS WAS FOOTBALL YOU JUST FUMBLED//
GOIN AGAINST ME IS MAKIN A DEATH WISH YOULL JUST FALL AND CRUMBLE//

BLAZES BITCH IS ON MAURY, SO WHAT YOURS IS ON JERRY SPRINGER
YOUR BITCH IS A MAN JOHNNY KNOXVILLE FROM THE RINGER//

THATS IT IM DONE AFTER THIS VERSE I QUIT
YOUSE A BITCH THAT TAKES PRIDE IN SUCKIN DICK FOR TIPS//

NIGGA HERE IT GOES HERES A TIP YOU TRICK
WHEN IT COMES TO RAPPING DONT LOOK BACK JUST QUIT YOU SNITCH//

YOU DONT LIE YOU ARE VERBALLY UNPLEASANT
READIN THAT SHIT WAS LIKE CHRISTMAS JUST WIT OUT DA PRESENTS//

MY RYHMES IS SORT OF SIMPLISTIC I DONT BEAT AROUND THE BUSH
LIKE SEX SAME ROUTINE, BEAT IT FROM THE BACK WHILE I STUCK MY FINGER UP THE BITCH'S TUSH//

NIGGA YOU SCARED TO TAKE A PUNCH YOUS A WUSS
FAGOOT DUDE NEVER GOT IN A FIGHT WERE YOUVE DONE MORE THAN PUSH//

 

[Ironic Commando]

"wuss" with "tush" and "push"// dude, you dippin kush if you thinking that simplicity could dentally put a dent in my armor chest plate// im kells, your a 13 year old girl...yada yada yada, without the sex-tape// you live in a fantasy...and its suspected you quite possibly fancy-me// but you're a bitch, so thats understandably the reality

 

[BrOwn_BoY]

BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH
SCRATCH THAT YOUR PROLLY SINGING NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH//

YOUR THE NUMBER ONE FAN OF WILL SMITH
DIDNT I TELL YOU QUIT THAT LAST VERSE SHOULD HAVE GOT YOU A FIRST CLASS ONE WAY TICKET TO THE LAND OF BANNED FROM THE SICC//

GIVE IT UP WHILE YOUR STILL AHEAD
NEVERMIND YOUR A THOUSAND STEPS BEHIND HIDING UNDER YA BED//

THIS NIGGAS 50 YEARS OLD LIVIN IN HIS PARENTS SHED
YA FLOWS IS LIKE HIP HOP JUVENILE AND DEAD//

IM DONE FOR THE NIGHT COMMANDO IT WAS FUN.

 

[LEE-ZILLA 69]

TSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HAAAAAAAAAAAA

LEE-ZILLA MURDERED BROWN BOY BEFORE I WARN MOTHAFUCKAS TO WEAR ARMOUR BEFORE U FACE A HARDCORE LYRICAL MATADORE WITH METAPHORS THAT TWIST INTELLECTUAL LOGIC MY BODY COULD TURN INTO A ROCKETT BLAST INTO OUTER SPACE AND GO HEAD UP WITH A COMET I MURDER MOTHAFUCKAS TURN CHUMPS TO MASTER MIND BURGLERS AND PURPLE HEART VETERANS INTO SUCKAS URE ONE CONCUSSION AWAY FROM BEIN MENTALLY CRUSHED INTO BRAIN CLUSTERS WHEN I FUCKED URE MOM LAST NIGHT THE BITCH BLED MUSTARD BECAUSE U AINT KNOWIN I SPIT FEROUCIOUS PSYCOSIS LEAVIN SUCKAS COMORAOSTED U FUCKIN WITH THE CHAMP WIT THE PERMANANT TITLE AFTER I DEATED THESE WEAK M-C THEY ACT THAT THAT ANNOYING ASS SONG AND I LEAVE UM SUICIDAL BECAUSE U BUSTERS IS JUST SIMONS LIKE AMERICAN IDOL

TSSSSSSSSSSS HAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

 

[BrOwn_BoY]

HOW COULD A SON OF A WHORE BE A HARDCORE LRYICAL MATIDORE
COMMANDO MUST HAVE DIRECTED THAT LINE TO YOU CAUSE YOU CANT BE OLDER THAN 4//

YOUR LRYICS BORE
I WAS ALRIGHT A SECOND AGO BUT NOW IM STARTIN TO SNORE//

THIS NIGGA STAY IN CYTRUS HEIGHTS NOW WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT
YOU A ASIAN NIGGA HOW YOU GONE PUT CYTRUS ON THE MAP//

AND IF YOU AINT ASIAN THEN WHY WOULD YOU CALL YOURSELF LEE
IM THE LIL WAYNE OF SICC NIGGA IM DA BEAST FEED ME COMMANDO FEED ME LEE//

WHEN WILL THE LIGHT SHINE FOR YOU WHEN WILL YOU SEE
YOUR LYRICS IS WEAK PRETTY SOON YALL GONE SEE BROWN_BOI ON YOUR FLATSCREEN//

WELL IN YOUR CASE LEE ON YOUR 22 INCH T.V.
YOUR BITCH SHOULD BE THERE SOON CAUSE AFTER SHE GAVE ME DOME I SAID LEAVE YOU BEEZIE//

LEE YOU COULDNT MURDER A FLIE SO WHY LIE
YOU ONE OF THEM DUDES WIT A WHY LIE I NEED SOME CRACK SIGN//

DONT TRY TO GO AGAINST ME YOU WONT SUCCEED//
REAL NIGGAS KNOW WHO I BE SO YOU CAN RUN UP IF YOU LIKE TO BLEED.

 

[LEE-ZILLA 69]

TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

STR8T OUT THE DUNGEON PRECUSSION DRUMS KICK AND SUMMON LEE TO WARN U THAT THAT I'M COMIN I START RUNNIN THEN IT GETS HOTTER THEN AN OVEN AS I GET CLOSER ITS OVER AND THE BEAT STARTS SLUMPIN IT MAKES U FEEL A LITTLE BIT RAMBUNXIOUS CONCUSSION GIVEN EVERY MINUTE STEP ON STAGE BUSTIN MAGNETIC WAVES INFINITE MAKIN MICROPHONES MALFUNCTION ITS TIME TO MEET URE DAY OF DOOM SEND U TO THE TOMB CUZ URE A CARTOON IT'S LEE-ZILLA SNATCHIN SOULS LIKE SHANG TSUNG RHYMES CONUFUSE FOOS LIKE BLOODS WHO BANG BLUE MY RHYME IS COMPLEX THERES NO CONTEST U CAN'T REMEMBER IT BECUASE I CAN FLOW FROM DECEMBER 7TH TO DECEMBER 6TH AND THAT HOW I INTENDED IT MY PENMENSHIP IS ELEGANT ITS EVIDENT THE WAY I USE THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE U WOULDA THOUGHT THAT I INVENTED IT BUT MY MAD SCIENCE IS DEFIANT TO THE SOCIAL CLIMATE MAKE URE WHOLE LIFE IRRELEVENT I INVENT A MECHANICAL ANIMAL TO SICC ON COMMAND AND DAMAGE U WITH CIRCUITRY STAMINA TO TAKE LEE FROM CALIFORNIA TO PANAMA DOWN TO ANTARTICA BACK UP TO CANADA WITH THOUGHTS COLDER THEN ALASKA AND RAPS HOTTER THEN AFRICA MY PLAN IS TO TRAVEL TA EVERY BODY OF WATER AND LAND AND CRUSH COMPETITORS TO MY THRONE LIKE A SODA CAN SPIT VERBAL HEAT AT 108 DEGREES GIVEN MOTHAFUCKAS A TAN MY SOUND WAVES EMANATE MAKIN GUN BARRELS JAM TAKE SODIUM PENTATHOL AND INJECT U WITH 69 MILLAGRAMS THEN URE NEXT RYHME WILL EXPLAIN HOW URE A BITCH AND EVERY CD YOU SOLD WAS A SCAM THEN I SUFFICATE URE FACE IN THE SAND RIP OUT URE TESTICLE GLANDS AND SUPER GLUE M-80'S TO THE PALM OF URE HANDS SO U COULD UNDERSTAND LEE-ZILLAS A MACHINE HYBRID REPTILE WITH SUPER HUMAN GENES WRAPPED UP IN THE BODY OF 1 MAN

TSSSSSSSSSSS HAAAAAAAAAAA

 

[LEE-ZILLA 69]

TSSSSSSSSS HAAAAAA WHO DO YALL THINK IS TAKIN THIS SHIT SO FAR BESIDES URESELF I THINK COMMANDO THEN BETO THEN BROWN BOY

 

[BrOwn_BoY]

BET, LEE, COMMANDO,

 

[BrOwn_BoY]

THIS NIGGA AINT NEVER SPRAYED NOTHIN BESIDES B.B. GUNS
ILL HIT UP YOUR CRIB, FUK YA WIFE AND STEAL ALL YA FUNDS//

HAVE YOU BACK LIVIN WIT YA MOMS AND YA POPS
YOU DA TYPE OF NIGGA THAT CALL 911 JUST TO HAVE A FRIENDLY CONVO WIT A COP//

YOU SHOULD GIVE UP THE GANGSTA ACT AND START TA PRAISE ME
CAUSE WHEN IT COMES TO RAPPIN YA WEAK FLOWS JUST CANT PHASE ME//

BROWN_BOI BE THE ILLEST M.C. THAT YALL EVER SEEN ON SICC
ITS CAUSE IM REALLEST M.C. AND ILL SNATCH YA BITCH//

SAWEDOFF DONT WANT NOTHIN HE JUST FRONTIN
MY NIGGS STAY BUMPIN 4 15'S IN DA BACK WHEN WE ROLL THRU YA HOOD STUNTIN.

YEAH YA FLOWS IS HOT BUT YOU JUST CANT BURN ME
BEATIN ME IS A MISSION IMPOSSIBLE ILL SEE YO ASS IN THE TOURNEY.

 

[inphxerno]

Kid You A Queer, Lemme Call you A Bitch While Im At It To/
This Kid A Sawed Off? Faggot You Kicks Like twenty-two/
Bitch Got Zeros Afta His Name But No One Asked To See Your Wins/
See These Tims? Ill Smash Em' In Ya Face Yo You Can SEE That You Below Me/
RETARD!, I Said Come To This Face-Off But You Decided To Take A Picture For Me/
Queer You A NOBODY Thats Why Noone Will See You In The Tourney/
Only Thing Streched Is Ya Bars, But Im The Tpe To Break Thru Em' Like Convicts/
You Ova With bitch..........So WHO ON NEXT!?!?/

 

[inphxerno]

Been Ova 2 Years E-Z Since I Keyed So my Bad On The Rusty Skills

 

[BETO916]

I blaze hotter then infernos
why's he type so damn loud?

if he talk shit, I'm a do 'em like Akon
toss the kid in the crowd

you're nuts like kung pao
thinkin' you could flow with the beast

I snatch souls and scribe scrolls
while you toss in your sleep

this 'tard cant compete
with the likes of me

he's the type to ride a huffy
with no bicycle seat

I'm fly with no beat
keyboad slappin' from long distance

I'm a syllablic snyper
potna, I'm a metaphoric menace

I've touched more chemicals then chemists
cooked dope in a tub

I'm unstable like nitroglycerine (sp)
destined to blow the fuck up

keep heem in a cup
so what, its a quarter to nine

I move bags like a porter
I'm talkin' fat quarters and dimes

I'm done with this rhyme
what you got for me next?

I bet you're awful in audio
because you're certainly terrible in text