RD.1 CMOKE,FAWG vs LEEZILLA(*aka*Hoo-Ree),MICWU & FUNKZILLA
- Thread starter Cmoke
- Start date
You accepted the challenge –
Re-arranged your name now clamin –
To be the one winning//
But how do you figure –
When no votes are in//
What makes you bigger? –
Pulling bullheaded bullshit –
From that thick headed skull of yours//
After sweet leaked out your pours –
From reading cmokes first battle verse//
Far from fiction –
Bringing the truth to attention –
Didn’t you call him a bitch then//
Yeah yah fuckin did//
All your post –
You and hoo-ree both//
Have the same reputation at most –
Its as believable as a ghost –
Worthless as dirt –
Wanted around as much as a virus -
With you as the host//
It’s the flows broads you pollute –
With your childish gestures tah boot//
When its time to vote –
Hoo-Rees not to enter the booths//
It was you and him –
We wanted to battle back then//
But I guess you knew you wouldn’t win –
Knowin it would of be two against one//
~Fawg
Re-arranged your name now clamin –
To be the one winning//
But how do you figure –
When no votes are in//
What makes you bigger? –
Pulling bullheaded bullshit –
From that thick headed skull of yours//
After sweet leaked out your pours –
From reading cmokes first battle verse//
Far from fiction –
Bringing the truth to attention –
Didn’t you call him a bitch then//
Yeah yah fuckin did//
All your post –
You and hoo-ree both//
Have the same reputation at most –
Its as believable as a ghost –
Worthless as dirt –
Wanted around as much as a virus -
With you as the host//
It’s the flows broads you pollute –
With your childish gestures tah boot//
When its time to vote –
Hoo-Rees not to enter the booths//
It was you and him –
We wanted to battle back then//
But I guess you knew you wouldn’t win –
Knowin it would of be two against one//
~Fawg
Yeah, my first verse at first was shacky at first. And I admit the first few bars don't rhyme, but they go to a beat. The rhyming starts at THE FRIST TIME YOU TRIPPED.
And you didn't see us posting a victory post FOUR MINS after our first verse. Who is the shit talker again???
Who is the bitch again???
~Fawg
And you didn't see us posting a victory post FOUR MINS after our first verse. Who is the shit talker again???
Who is the bitch again???
~Fawg
yo yo peep how im coming see how they runnin
it was all jokes an funin den Wu had to put the gun in
KC mob an well pluggin one unit under god we bust
call my heat the truth cuz in gatz we trust
can you picture Wu rollin wit the "Zillaz"
it gets no illa Fawg you aint no killa so dont step to no rilla
your twinkie cream filled rhyme you go will get ate up
its inconcevable how ill leave this fool fold up in a kiddie pool
im raptastic got more snaps then elastic so please step off my dick
yous a lil man sun runnin round with the superman du dunt du dun
you should jus dome me up after you done take an shower an cum of the dome
im rollin a cuddy on chrome you still waitin the icecream man to roll by ya home
pop gose my nina im the ghetto street cleana
an C-Moke is nothing but a G-Yoke
ill bag him up like an ounce of coke
push wit ass up an down the block but you dont know bout the yola rock
you one of them cats lined wit chalk dont know what i mean when i say i got the knock
probley keep ya money in ya sock cuz you known to get your pokets shock an your shit took yous a fake to me please dont step to me less you got some truf credabilty
you fake ass cakes an hostess type triscit squares please kick back
KCMob on ya asses bitch
it was all jokes an funin den Wu had to put the gun in
KC mob an well pluggin one unit under god we bust
call my heat the truth cuz in gatz we trust
can you picture Wu rollin wit the "Zillaz"
it gets no illa Fawg you aint no killa so dont step to no rilla
your twinkie cream filled rhyme you go will get ate up
its inconcevable how ill leave this fool fold up in a kiddie pool
im raptastic got more snaps then elastic so please step off my dick
yous a lil man sun runnin round with the superman du dunt du dun
you should jus dome me up after you done take an shower an cum of the dome
im rollin a cuddy on chrome you still waitin the icecream man to roll by ya home
pop gose my nina im the ghetto street cleana
an C-Moke is nothing but a G-Yoke
ill bag him up like an ounce of coke
push wit ass up an down the block but you dont know bout the yola rock
you one of them cats lined wit chalk dont know what i mean when i say i got the knock
probley keep ya money in ya sock cuz you known to get your pokets shock an your shit took yous a fake to me please dont step to me less you got some truf credabilty
you fake ass cakes an hostess type triscit squares please kick back
KCMob on ya asses bitch
Micwu...
first off when i read ur first line i knew u were mine for the taking//
a softcore nigga out hardcore faking baking up hemp not weed//
u smoked the wrong part of the plant filled ur whole system with seed//
i dont even need to go off about u coming weak that shits apparent the second u speak//
ur like a pool with a leak got some shit in it//
but it aint much n theres no way u can spit it//
Cmoke a joke? try rhymin that shit with coke? when UR the only thing risin after i toke//
spark my lighter im a realistic lyrical lunatic fighta//
drop the flame on ya ass and burn ya ta ash//
cash u out n exhail as i prevail to stomp yet anotha nigga out on bail//
ur homie lee already used u chalkline bit u forget he already said that shit?//
in the same battle man u coulda tried ta straddle that shit n hide it//
but now its ur pride it...it just faded//
done up left and evaded u//
ya whole crew waxed like candles//
fuckin each otha in the back while ya hold on to leezilla's love handles//
its 2 on 3 but i can plainly see what ya runnin//
ya in this game for funn n i play for keeps//
keep runnin ya mouth ill cut ya eyes out//
ya girl too while she sleeps untill she crys out//
leave ya blinded with no reason, try ta find-it//
u wont cuz u dont have what it takes to create hate wipe the slate clean n feene for more//
u wouldnt understand it cuz u snuck in through the backdoor//
dont tempt me bitch i got alota bullets and im ready to spit more//
first off when i read ur first line i knew u were mine for the taking//
a softcore nigga out hardcore faking baking up hemp not weed//
u smoked the wrong part of the plant filled ur whole system with seed//
i dont even need to go off about u coming weak that shits apparent the second u speak//
ur like a pool with a leak got some shit in it//
but it aint much n theres no way u can spit it//
Cmoke a joke? try rhymin that shit with coke? when UR the only thing risin after i toke//
spark my lighter im a realistic lyrical lunatic fighta//
drop the flame on ya ass and burn ya ta ash//
cash u out n exhail as i prevail to stomp yet anotha nigga out on bail//
ur homie lee already used u chalkline bit u forget he already said that shit?//
in the same battle man u coulda tried ta straddle that shit n hide it//
but now its ur pride it...it just faded//
done up left and evaded u//
ya whole crew waxed like candles//
fuckin each otha in the back while ya hold on to leezilla's love handles//
its 2 on 3 but i can plainly see what ya runnin//
ya in this game for funn n i play for keeps//
keep runnin ya mouth ill cut ya eyes out//
ya girl too while she sleeps untill she crys out//
leave ya blinded with no reason, try ta find-it//
u wont cuz u dont have what it takes to create hate wipe the slate clean n feene for more//
u wouldnt understand it cuz u snuck in through the backdoor//
dont tempt me bitch i got alota bullets and im ready to spit more//
Lyrical punches KNOCK you on ya ass
Anotha light weight
Fuckin wit the Roy Jones a rap
I'll tip you up wit word play
Line up ya crew I'll serve them too
None a yall can touch me
Stick & move Master of teqnique
No love so stop huggin me
Come at me wit dat gay shit
Im a react like O'DOG
Cmoke you on the spot
Why yall homos feen fa' mo bars
Stop reachin for the dick
Leavem hangin head first to the canvas
No bouncin back stomp opponents
In need of anger management
Run up in you like veins
Yo peep the heart attack
Emcees past out takeover crushed
When I smash like Shaq
Wit my legs on ya back
Im bringin the weight down
Yall cant hold me
Yall on ya way down
Anotha light weight
Fuckin wit the Roy Jones a rap
I'll tip you up wit word play
Line up ya crew I'll serve them too
None a yall can touch me
Stick & move Master of teqnique
No love so stop huggin me
Come at me wit dat gay shit
Im a react like O'DOG
Cmoke you on the spot
Why yall homos feen fa' mo bars
Stop reachin for the dick
Leavem hangin head first to the canvas
No bouncin back stomp opponents
In need of anger management
Run up in you like veins
Yo peep the heart attack
Emcees past out takeover crushed
When I smash like Shaq
Wit my legs on ya back
Im bringin the weight down
Yall cant hold me
Yall on ya way down
eh Fawg dont beef witm me playa i aint hatin on u so al dat tounge n ass shit playa please
fuck kwon do i bomb ya affirmitave action
i spit n rip asses in matches burnin ya satin
verbal molestation u fakin n hatin wit a passion
fuck miltiant shit u get ate like a emergency ration
in this flo game i concoct acid wit cocaine
burnin ya ice superb wit the mic ya flos gay
u da rap ron goldman potna im O.J
oh boy the funniest shit is im just havin fun wit
while u take outta proportion tryin ta run wit it
u dumb bitches
outta fittness
im ravishing turin mary magdiline un religous
clutch fuck suspicious
snuffed bucked n ended
u suck nuts for vision
u been a fake
u fraud bitch like Justin timberlake
hum 2 your God u need squad 2 venilate
pissin olde e all over ya flo session
i spit so sick u cant stomach it like acid indigstion
who been a vetaran
potna ya scary blood boil exederin
spider man cat vent n on halle berry
you like half a stan
bomb on ya toops like afganistan
put ya flos n gaurd down walk up n slap ya man
fuck wit me
sho me were ya game realy soulja
fuck a brother u stay under cover like malic yoba
OHHHHHHH BOIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
fuck kwon do i bomb ya affirmitave action
i spit n rip asses in matches burnin ya satin
verbal molestation u fakin n hatin wit a passion
fuck miltiant shit u get ate like a emergency ration
in this flo game i concoct acid wit cocaine
burnin ya ice superb wit the mic ya flos gay
u da rap ron goldman potna im O.J
oh boy the funniest shit is im just havin fun wit
while u take outta proportion tryin ta run wit it
u dumb bitches
outta fittness
im ravishing turin mary magdiline un religous
clutch fuck suspicious
snuffed bucked n ended
u suck nuts for vision
u been a fake
u fraud bitch like Justin timberlake
hum 2 your God u need squad 2 venilate
pissin olde e all over ya flo session
i spit so sick u cant stomach it like acid indigstion
who been a vetaran
potna ya scary blood boil exederin
spider man cat vent n on halle berry
you like half a stan
bomb on ya toops like afganistan
put ya flos n gaurd down walk up n slap ya man
fuck wit me
sho me were ya game realy soulja
fuck a brother u stay under cover like malic yoba
OHHHHHHH BOIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!