TAG TEAM ROUND 1....YOUNG VICIOUS-STEALTH VS JUAN MILLION-DVIOUS
- Thread starter TRAGIC LOSSES
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"Highly respected...gold medal check it, highly respected...gold medal check it, highly respected...gold medal check it, highly respected...gold medal check it."
Fucka strategy I SAVagely attack without plottin it/
Strike ya head on, storm the frontline we marchin no stoppin this/
No hidin, my bitch radar leavin ya Stealth mode disabled/
As for ya partner Young Dipshit, the Vicious was misslabeled/
My gorilla pack on the rampage poundin knuckles to the dirt/
Causin quakes, shakin masses, put ya defcon on alert/
Stealth gone off the earth, after I blast him into pieces/
Flowin on weed? Don't spit until your dosage increases/
Flowin with YV? That's the only reason you a challenge/
Cause everybody on his saddle like a muthafuckin stallion/
Strap on ya helmets, like promised I'ma leave ya with concussion/
Not even 100 lines from each of you could compare to this dozen/
Fucka strategy I SAVagely attack without plottin it/
Strike ya head on, storm the frontline we marchin no stoppin this/
No hidin, my bitch radar leavin ya Stealth mode disabled/
As for ya partner Young Dipshit, the Vicious was misslabeled/
My gorilla pack on the rampage poundin knuckles to the dirt/
Causin quakes, shakin masses, put ya defcon on alert/
Stealth gone off the earth, after I blast him into pieces/
Flowin on weed? Don't spit until your dosage increases/
Flowin with YV? That's the only reason you a challenge/
Cause everybody on his saddle like a muthafuckin stallion/
Strap on ya helmets, like promised I'ma leave ya with concussion/
Not even 100 lines from each of you could compare to this dozen/
Laughin at me about bein ripped... 
Juan, don't speak 'g', you ain't the one who beat me/
Don't focus on the past while i presently defeat thee/
I lost a big battle because I SHOOT BIG and AIM SMALL/
But you couldn't get big if you had VIAGRA the size of PAINTBALLS/
Got ya strangled in angles so your tongue's tangled in ya anal/
Stick MY nuts in your face, so DVIOUS has space to dangle/
You ride him like a jockey and you mock me cuz HE won/
But thanks to you is NONE, so back up off cuz I AINT DONE/
One loss, then i'm quittin? You expect next to INCONCEIVABLE/
For STEALTH to stop spittin, in a dream would be unbelievable/
I had ONE shit spit, it happens to you EVERY DAY/
You ain't Dvious. Youre his partner. Get it right. Then you can play.
Dvious, last time was a pasttime, but to every man his own/
YOU didn't rip me. I ripped me. For Christ sake, i was STONED/
But me and Vicious rip bitches when the itch is within us/
My mental switches had glitches, but i fixed it to WIN ROUGH/
So i sent you back, packing, home to those you LAST LEFT/
Sayin "I thought i made it big, but got crushed HALF to DEATH/
CATCH your BREATH *puff puff* cuz you'll be gaspin SOON ENOUGH/
Because theres 2 of US times 2 of US and there ain't ROOM ENOUGH/
And so i CHOOSE to BUST, because i refuse to lose a second test/
Its war and BLOOD, so fuck the LOVE, get in check, my weapons set/
Juan, don't speak 'g', you ain't the one who beat me/
Don't focus on the past while i presently defeat thee/
I lost a big battle because I SHOOT BIG and AIM SMALL/
But you couldn't get big if you had VIAGRA the size of PAINTBALLS/
Got ya strangled in angles so your tongue's tangled in ya anal/
Stick MY nuts in your face, so DVIOUS has space to dangle/
You ride him like a jockey and you mock me cuz HE won/
But thanks to you is NONE, so back up off cuz I AINT DONE/
One loss, then i'm quittin? You expect next to INCONCEIVABLE/
For STEALTH to stop spittin, in a dream would be unbelievable/
I had ONE shit spit, it happens to you EVERY DAY/
You ain't Dvious. Youre his partner. Get it right. Then you can play.
Dvious, last time was a pasttime, but to every man his own/
YOU didn't rip me. I ripped me. For Christ sake, i was STONED/
But me and Vicious rip bitches when the itch is within us/
My mental switches had glitches, but i fixed it to WIN ROUGH/
So i sent you back, packing, home to those you LAST LEFT/
Sayin "I thought i made it big, but got crushed HALF to DEATH/
CATCH your BREATH *puff puff* cuz you'll be gaspin SOON ENOUGH/
Because theres 2 of US times 2 of US and there ain't ROOM ENOUGH/
And so i CHOOSE to BUST, because i refuse to lose a second test/
Its war and BLOOD, so fuck the LOVE, get in check, my weapons set/
Im makin Dvious EAT THE DUST, so now his stomach's an HOUR GLASS//
better put your rhymes on ice, cuz they're turning sour-fast//
my punchlines are first rate, yours are SECOND HAND like minutes//
when my hair pin trigger gets tapped like digits, it leaves your chest with divots//
Im like a diabetic condition, giving Juan a "Million"-shakes//
your style's worthless, better LEAVE YOUR BARS BEHIND like prison-breaks//
my skills are sharpened and polished like newborn-shanks, makin these two-whores-faint// drag your names through mud-routes, make blood-spout, then apply it as crude-war-paint//
Ill lay u horizontal like latitude, my hands-remove your chin//
KICKIN HARD RHYMES till Ive bruised-my-shins, as magma drips from my oozing-brim//
my tongue sparks like hot-wires, leave your brain crosswired, like cables-gettin-switched//
fuckin hoe...even veterinarians would label-you-a-BITCH//
I crush "Abstrakt Creations", then use the clay to mold your head//
so I'll still have a trophy to mount while you're keepin my pits fed//
from servin lead, to grabbin the mic, from stompin domes, to ballin'-fists//
who votes for YV and Stealth? Sounds like "all I's (eyes)" like optometrists//
better put your rhymes on ice, cuz they're turning sour-fast//
my punchlines are first rate, yours are SECOND HAND like minutes//
when my hair pin trigger gets tapped like digits, it leaves your chest with divots//
Im like a diabetic condition, giving Juan a "Million"-shakes//
your style's worthless, better LEAVE YOUR BARS BEHIND like prison-breaks//
my skills are sharpened and polished like newborn-shanks, makin these two-whores-faint// drag your names through mud-routes, make blood-spout, then apply it as crude-war-paint//
Ill lay u horizontal like latitude, my hands-remove your chin//
KICKIN HARD RHYMES till Ive bruised-my-shins, as magma drips from my oozing-brim//
my tongue sparks like hot-wires, leave your brain crosswired, like cables-gettin-switched//
fuckin hoe...even veterinarians would label-you-a-BITCH//
I crush "Abstrakt Creations", then use the clay to mold your head//
so I'll still have a trophy to mount while you're keepin my pits fed//
from servin lead, to grabbin the mic, from stompin domes, to ballin'-fists//
who votes for YV and Stealth? Sounds like "all I's (eyes)" like optometrists//
Much luv yall....I had to struggle through writer's block to get that last one out. My comrade Stealth: good shit mayne! I knew u wouldnt let me down. Juan: thanx for the props homie....I was feelin your verse to the fullest too. I didnt even know u had heat like that! This is definitely gonna be a close one.