TAG TEAM ROUND 1....TIM C-TADOU VS FATAL NIGHTMARE-ALKOHOL GONE
- Thread starter TRAGIC LOSSES
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disclaimer: my raps will hit nerves-quick..
absurd-spits, thought i was tight before? you never even heard-shit..
2-of-the-best.. you might find 2-in-ya-chest..
im bout ta 'teach' ya'll a lesson, so show up to school-in-a-vest..
nightmare? dawg, you aint even a wet-dream..
my names in ya raps, on my nuts like sex-feins..
how many battles you won? how many people you beat?
you bout to call truce, but im aimin for defeat..
look- you'll never be nice, sorta like the grinch..
when you see me? your faggot 'norte' clique better hit-the-fence..
switchin-stance, southpaw, thru ya jaw like Novacane..
this MC too powerful, need a bigger head to hold-my-brain..
cuz i dissects MC's, this the siccness autopsy, pass-the-scalpel..
gettin picked as a partner for the next tourny? your drafts-doubtful..
alcohal gone? shit, ill help you find-ya-zima..
holdin my strap, the power to end you is behind-my-finger..
hide-tha-stinger, the heat, arsenal and weaponry..
like Niel Armstrong- its HUGE just to step-to-me..
cut the bullshit, you couldnt rock 1 mic in the Source..
fuck probable cause, i use necessary force.
absurd-spits, thought i was tight before? you never even heard-shit..
2-of-the-best.. you might find 2-in-ya-chest..
im bout ta 'teach' ya'll a lesson, so show up to school-in-a-vest..
nightmare? dawg, you aint even a wet-dream..
my names in ya raps, on my nuts like sex-feins..
how many battles you won? how many people you beat?
you bout to call truce, but im aimin for defeat..
look- you'll never be nice, sorta like the grinch..
when you see me? your faggot 'norte' clique better hit-the-fence..
switchin-stance, southpaw, thru ya jaw like Novacane..
this MC too powerful, need a bigger head to hold-my-brain..
cuz i dissects MC's, this the siccness autopsy, pass-the-scalpel..
gettin picked as a partner for the next tourny? your drafts-doubtful..
alcohal gone? shit, ill help you find-ya-zima..
holdin my strap, the power to end you is behind-my-finger..
hide-tha-stinger, the heat, arsenal and weaponry..
like Niel Armstrong- its HUGE just to step-to-me..
cut the bullshit, you couldnt rock 1 mic in the Source..
fuck probable cause, i use necessary force.
TD's Verze...
So if the force is necessary, then then the pain is for fun/
If you was thinkin you could match us...shame on you son!/You aint a fatal nightmare, you're a benevolent dream/Which makes you pussy...homeboy..you NEVER was G!/
So why you frontin like you roll wit a click?/You always talkin all that mess, but you at home...holdin ya dick!/What you need to do is get off the couch/Or get hit in the mouth...We the type that'd probably shit on ya house!
You could die on the lawn/I got people swearin up and down you masculine...but i think they might could be wrong/When you step into the cypher, its on../Im takin everybody out, all it take is one snipe and you gone...
Im about to score a win for the green.../And make money in the process..you'll never see an end to the cream/And if the 40's run out...aint no need to act crazy/You was born fucked up and funny lookin...you crack babies!
So if the force is necessary, then then the pain is for fun/
If you was thinkin you could match us...shame on you son!/You aint a fatal nightmare, you're a benevolent dream/Which makes you pussy...homeboy..you NEVER was G!/
So why you frontin like you roll wit a click?/You always talkin all that mess, but you at home...holdin ya dick!/What you need to do is get off the couch/Or get hit in the mouth...We the type that'd probably shit on ya house!
You could die on the lawn/I got people swearin up and down you masculine...but i think they might could be wrong/When you step into the cypher, its on../Im takin everybody out, all it take is one snipe and you gone...
Im about to score a win for the green.../And make money in the process..you'll never see an end to the cream/And if the 40's run out...aint no need to act crazy/You was born fucked up and funny lookin...you crack babies!
Tim C...very tight.
Tadou...lack originality by using the same flow style as Tim C. I see how you could do that because he's your partner, but compared to him using the same style you didn't shine as well. Your rhymes were somewhat directed and at other times just filler. Still a good spit though.
Lets see what the other two have...
Tadou...lack originality by using the same flow style as Tim C. I see how you could do that because he's your partner, but compared to him using the same style you didn't shine as well. Your rhymes were somewhat directed and at other times just filler. Still a good spit though.
Lets see what the other two have...
out-tha-cutz with moundz-of-slush from 2 putoz turned into grounded-mush/
crownz-got-crushed az we hit harder than Ron Jeremy with a mounted-thruzt/
i givez a thouzand-fuckz, theze 2 cumguzzlerz can continue to ryde my rounded-nutz/
you punkz are lookin sloppier than pounded-gutz, i call your bluff bytch you aint gettin down-wit-us/
we tha NORTH SIDE VILLAINZ out tha passagez of NORTHERN KILLA4NIA/
thinkin will-i-warn-ya, no bytch im leavin tim on tha corna and tadou torn-up/
tha Alkahol'z Gone motherfuckerz tyme for tha bad-influence/
had-a-nuicance but slaughtered em cuz we had-to-do-it/
lyke Tragic you're clueless, motherfuckerz you dont stand-a-chance/
up againzt FATAL-and-Juice, cauzin anal-induced pain from 2 motherfuckerz with a nack-to-blazt/
rearrangin brain cellz to morph-you-into-shyt/
puttin you 2 cocktwizterz in tha basement cuz we torture-every-bytch/
tha torch-iz-lit, now sit tyght for tha flamez/
lyke Kurupt Young Gotti we get to callin out namez/
in my head i hear gunshotz relaying back-and-forth/
gimme a second to get ready, im bout to pimp smack-you-both/
when we're thru with you 2 buzterz you'll be relying on Dependz/
you got lyrically ass fucked, left with a nut insyde you lyke tha yellow M&M/
Fatal and Juicy are "Bound By Honor" lyke "Blood In Blood Out"/
leavin oposition toothless with their tonguez-cut-out/
watchin blood-come-out their cum-filled-mouth/
im from tha NORTH motherfucker still hollerin fuck-tha-south/
meanwhile Tim bendz over while tadou stickz it between hiz ass-cheekz/
tazkz-reached when your facez are unidentifiable lyke mazked-freakz/
nobody would give a FUCK about you two fagz if you FUCKED eachother/
you wanna diss us putoz, you'll both get smothered/
ive battled and beat more motherfuckerz than tha amount of dayz you've been alive/
come talkin down on tha NORTE, your hoe ass wont survive/
gangz-collide, but how tha fuck would you know? all your tyme goez to gay-pride/
you 2 putoz are bout to get abducted, say-bye/
sorry dogg, im off tonyght. stuff on my mynd i cant think straight. but fuck excusez, i still kicked my verse.
crownz-got-crushed az we hit harder than Ron Jeremy with a mounted-thruzt/
i givez a thouzand-fuckz, theze 2 cumguzzlerz can continue to ryde my rounded-nutz/
you punkz are lookin sloppier than pounded-gutz, i call your bluff bytch you aint gettin down-wit-us/
we tha NORTH SIDE VILLAINZ out tha passagez of NORTHERN KILLA4NIA/
thinkin will-i-warn-ya, no bytch im leavin tim on tha corna and tadou torn-up/
tha Alkahol'z Gone motherfuckerz tyme for tha bad-influence/
had-a-nuicance but slaughtered em cuz we had-to-do-it/
lyke Tragic you're clueless, motherfuckerz you dont stand-a-chance/
up againzt FATAL-and-Juice, cauzin anal-induced pain from 2 motherfuckerz with a nack-to-blazt/
rearrangin brain cellz to morph-you-into-shyt/
puttin you 2 cocktwizterz in tha basement cuz we torture-every-bytch/
tha torch-iz-lit, now sit tyght for tha flamez/
lyke Kurupt Young Gotti we get to callin out namez/
in my head i hear gunshotz relaying back-and-forth/
gimme a second to get ready, im bout to pimp smack-you-both/
when we're thru with you 2 buzterz you'll be relying on Dependz/
you got lyrically ass fucked, left with a nut insyde you lyke tha yellow M&M/
Fatal and Juicy are "Bound By Honor" lyke "Blood In Blood Out"/
leavin oposition toothless with their tonguez-cut-out/
watchin blood-come-out their cum-filled-mouth/
im from tha NORTH motherfucker still hollerin fuck-tha-south/
meanwhile Tim bendz over while tadou stickz it between hiz ass-cheekz/
tazkz-reached when your facez are unidentifiable lyke mazked-freakz/
nobody would give a FUCK about you two fagz if you FUCKED eachother/
you wanna diss us putoz, you'll both get smothered/
ive battled and beat more motherfuckerz than tha amount of dayz you've been alive/
come talkin down on tha NORTE, your hoe ass wont survive/
gangz-collide, but how tha fuck would you know? all your tyme goez to gay-pride/
you 2 putoz are bout to get abducted, say-bye/
sorry dogg, im off tonyght. stuff on my mynd i cant think straight. but fuck excusez, i still kicked my verse.
woulda responded earlier but Ive been buzy
step ta this ya must be trippin off crack rock, step up and get hit we aint givin a shit have ya fallin like Divac, you bitches are gay,
so we callin out bustaz like Gangsta Dre,
tear apart ya face and leave no trace when we spray leavin ya DOA,
these demons cant be stopped so dont bother to pray,
comparin ya'all 2 us is like comparin chronic to bammer,
ya stepped up so we gotta end ya careers like MC Hammer,
is that the best yall can come with,
hoe shit is what ya spit Ive heard harder rhymes from Will Smith, this shit was over when Fatal dropped his verse,
watch Inferno disperse and leave ya bitches ridin off in a hearse as victims of our death curse,
they call me Inferno cuz I bring the heat to cause defeat,
mangle ya bodies and leave ya twitchin under a bloody sheet,
with a fuck u is how we great,
like Now Eat were havin a barbacue devourin ya bloody meat,
bring the chalk to outline the street,
ya'all fags lickin balls that are hairy,
so we choppin ya up and sendin ya to the mortuary to bury!!!!
step ta this ya must be trippin off crack rock, step up and get hit we aint givin a shit have ya fallin like Divac, you bitches are gay,
so we callin out bustaz like Gangsta Dre,
tear apart ya face and leave no trace when we spray leavin ya DOA,
these demons cant be stopped so dont bother to pray,
comparin ya'all 2 us is like comparin chronic to bammer,
ya stepped up so we gotta end ya careers like MC Hammer,
is that the best yall can come with,
hoe shit is what ya spit Ive heard harder rhymes from Will Smith, this shit was over when Fatal dropped his verse,
watch Inferno disperse and leave ya bitches ridin off in a hearse as victims of our death curse,
they call me Inferno cuz I bring the heat to cause defeat,
mangle ya bodies and leave ya twitchin under a bloody sheet,
with a fuck u is how we great,
like Now Eat were havin a barbacue devourin ya bloody meat,
bring the chalk to outline the street,
ya'all fags lickin balls that are hairy,
so we choppin ya up and sendin ya to the mortuary to bury!!!!
