SICCNESS FINALS - CYRUS VS. STEALTH
- Thread starter Law
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I feel ya on that...i just got home from graduation parties...i'm about to sit down and lace this
hey Cyrus, ya virus please try this: my fist/
I send violence to silence and minus your diss/
Like sinus you sniff, and drip while i flow/
I must be a ship cuz i'm about to explode/
We homies but don't flatter, please set that aside/
Cuz right now its a matter of splatterin pride/
You said it yaself, i could beat you in my prime/
Plus you're not in yours so spare me the lines/
I vex and wreck Hexes/ i'm hot as tex-mexes/
The DJ in three ways, all male's what the sex is/
I'm breathless with checklists that need to checked/
So i exit your presence as you bleed through ya chest/
My flow blows so slow and explodes from within/
Battle killings have grown until i own my own sin:
"Thou shalt not fuck with that demon named Stealth/
You'll be knelt, delt bad luck and be screamin for help"/
The boards lived so long, unbalanced talents would flop/
Yet i still stand strong, rise'n ride to the top/
So now its two vets, earned respect on a pedestal/
So i set techs to wet, no regrets, so icredible/
Bow now and i'll spare you, tell the medic "yo, he hurt me"/
As i glare down and stare you, yell "Its PATHETIC TO SHOW MERCY!"
Whip out ya bible of words, verbs, so absurd/
And say 'now you will pay for this shit that i heard'/
Today there's no curb, cuz you fear that too much/
So i swerve, hit eject, and then throw in the clutch/
As i brush past competition, hittin those in my path/
You ain't special, i'm admittin, you just happened to be last/
Alright...good luck homie.
Editing a word. sorry
hey Cyrus, ya virus please try this: my fist/
I send violence to silence and minus your diss/
Like sinus you sniff, and drip while i flow/
I must be a ship cuz i'm about to explode/
We homies but don't flatter, please set that aside/
Cuz right now its a matter of splatterin pride/
You said it yaself, i could beat you in my prime/
Plus you're not in yours so spare me the lines/
I vex and wreck Hexes/ i'm hot as tex-mexes/
The DJ in three ways, all male's what the sex is/
I'm breathless with checklists that need to checked/
So i exit your presence as you bleed through ya chest/
My flow blows so slow and explodes from within/
Battle killings have grown until i own my own sin:
"Thou shalt not fuck with that demon named Stealth/
You'll be knelt, delt bad luck and be screamin for help"/
The boards lived so long, unbalanced talents would flop/
Yet i still stand strong, rise'n ride to the top/
So now its two vets, earned respect on a pedestal/
So i set techs to wet, no regrets, so icredible/
Bow now and i'll spare you, tell the medic "yo, he hurt me"/
As i glare down and stare you, yell "Its PATHETIC TO SHOW MERCY!"
Whip out ya bible of words, verbs, so absurd/
And say 'now you will pay for this shit that i heard'/
Today there's no curb, cuz you fear that too much/
So i swerve, hit eject, and then throw in the clutch/
As i brush past competition, hittin those in my path/
You ain't special, i'm admittin, you just happened to be last/
Alright...good luck homie.
Editing a word. sorry
Appropriately.. post 187. Bye bye Stealth.
Like this, I tie my bitch Stealth to a chair, force feed him laxatives and woodchips,
Make ya rip the splinters out ya ass, and use em as toothpicks,
Like that shit? Motha fucka I’m “Ruthless”,
and if I was “Eazy”, I’d be sleazy,
Raw dog your bitch at night, when you sleepin and clueless,
And as I’m leavin, she be on your face screamin,
“EAT ME, EAT ME” once she starts leakin,
Digest that, as I beat the smack outta ya tracks,
I leave wrists, and swollen clits, both bloody like tampax,
I tax cats, and corrupt ya mind wit poison, in subliminal voices,
Redrum… Redrum,
my text like a knife, flip it backwards, beat you wit the blunt end son,
You must be on one, speakin on Djin’ and past statements,
Want analogy of cross-fadin? Then ressurect the Hex,
I take this crucifix, dissect and rape a bitch mc to death.
Somethin quick.. ain't had time to tigthen it up a lil.. but fuck it. Been slackin too long.. this will do.
Like this, I tie my bitch Stealth to a chair, force feed him laxatives and woodchips,
Make ya rip the splinters out ya ass, and use em as toothpicks,
Like that shit? Motha fucka I’m “Ruthless”,
and if I was “Eazy”, I’d be sleazy,
Raw dog your bitch at night, when you sleepin and clueless,
And as I’m leavin, she be on your face screamin,
“EAT ME, EAT ME” once she starts leakin,
Digest that, as I beat the smack outta ya tracks,
I leave wrists, and swollen clits, both bloody like tampax,
I tax cats, and corrupt ya mind wit poison, in subliminal voices,
Redrum… Redrum,
my text like a knife, flip it backwards, beat you wit the blunt end son,
You must be on one, speakin on Djin’ and past statements,
Want analogy of cross-fadin? Then ressurect the Hex,
I take this crucifix, dissect and rape a bitch mc to death.
Somethin quick.. ain't had time to tigthen it up a lil.. but fuck it. Been slackin too long.. this will do.