-TiM.C.- & CURT B vs. biggz & fatal...
- Thread starter CURT B
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even before ya crew-was-back? you-was-wack../ and in battles you-get-slapped, no problem cause you used-to-that/ you could get injured critcally, physically/ im 'nothin nice' like tha grinch on christmas-eve/ bound to be wealthy, makin it hot like hell-be/ Krooked Koncepts 'skills' dont exist, like Biggz's "LP"/ ill put you in a wheelchair like a bad case of polio/ cuz Mistah MVP's raps get 'clowned' more then a bull at tha rodeo/ and shit can get 'Fatal',even if we fight fair/ i'll leave these wack mothfuckas wishin it was just a 'Nyghtmare'/ im clean like new-cars, you could catch two-scars/ hittin me on my IM, askin for used-bars/ he rap clean, TiM C-just-mean/ Fatal's got tha wackest style i've seen since Meezatine/ im on edge, plus causin disasters-too/ only battled-two, but still tore half-of-tha-crew/
got no more time
got no more time
ATTENTION EVERYONE theres a party in Tim's mouth and everyones CUMin'//
It ain't nothin' to hym for he likes to take loads, now he knows better to say something//
Tim yah can't C how I rip this text, might as well rip yah neck//
I'm equiped w/ techs, grip my checks and the flip the hex//
I've been anticipatin this annilating of this, to beat hoes/
all they spit is weak flows even if i was a rap dr. i couldnt treat those//
Even the streets know that i rip any mic yah hand me//
After i murder tim, clean the dagger and head for yah family//
Only one way to get rid of me ban-me, but i'll aviod the task//
tell yah mommy i enjoyed the ass, Tim i'm annoyed by yah trash//
You the teacher? i destroyed the class... call for back up on yah dis-patch//
I shouldn't even waste rhymes on you if i knew you was this-whack//
Its a mis-match like you talking and walking like a man, but don't have-a- dick//
Fuck your average-shit, learn to be like MISTAH MVP and you might get savage-spits//
You started spittin agian when KK came back so you wouldn't lose yah fame//
i abused yah name, you juss want to be part of us, first you could use some game//
Every thread by a memeber of KK, you the first to reply you stuck on our crew//
But my last words will say Hey Tim C and Curt B, FUCK BOTH OF YOU//
Curt B couldnt hurt me with guns, knives, swords or cannons//
I'll take on this whole board you first, i'm the last man standin'//
You should be like YoungEightSKS, you could really SOAK-GAME//
You say you do this rap shit for fun, when all yah do is deep THROAT-MAYNE//
I already beat ya once so why you wanna lose agian//
My lines and rhymes be hittin so hard i can bruise ten//
You juss a fan of me ask yah family they on my nuts//
Your sister and mom got the same job, they both sluts//
I'll beat you like a BEAT BOX, I rep my Turf so FUCK CONCORD//
I'm postin in one of ya threads, dawg you better feel honored//
Krooked Konceptz running the boards, this shit over before it started//
Fatal and Biggz can't be touch we above yall by far, yall under par and retarded//
fuck it.. learn bout it...
:::KROOKED KONCEPTZ:::
It ain't nothin' to hym for he likes to take loads, now he knows better to say something//
Tim yah can't C how I rip this text, might as well rip yah neck//
I'm equiped w/ techs, grip my checks and the flip the hex//
I've been anticipatin this annilating of this, to beat hoes/
all they spit is weak flows even if i was a rap dr. i couldnt treat those//
Even the streets know that i rip any mic yah hand me//
After i murder tim, clean the dagger and head for yah family//
Only one way to get rid of me ban-me, but i'll aviod the task//
tell yah mommy i enjoyed the ass, Tim i'm annoyed by yah trash//
You the teacher? i destroyed the class... call for back up on yah dis-patch//
I shouldn't even waste rhymes on you if i knew you was this-whack//
Its a mis-match like you talking and walking like a man, but don't have-a- dick//
Fuck your average-shit, learn to be like MISTAH MVP and you might get savage-spits//
You started spittin agian when KK came back so you wouldn't lose yah fame//
i abused yah name, you juss want to be part of us, first you could use some game//
Every thread by a memeber of KK, you the first to reply you stuck on our crew//
But my last words will say Hey Tim C and Curt B, FUCK BOTH OF YOU//
Curt B couldnt hurt me with guns, knives, swords or cannons//
I'll take on this whole board you first, i'm the last man standin'//
You should be like YoungEightSKS, you could really SOAK-GAME//
You say you do this rap shit for fun, when all yah do is deep THROAT-MAYNE//
I already beat ya once so why you wanna lose agian//
My lines and rhymes be hittin so hard i can bruise ten//
You juss a fan of me ask yah family they on my nuts//
Your sister and mom got the same job, they both sluts//
I'll beat you like a BEAT BOX, I rep my Turf so FUCK CONCORD//
I'm postin in one of ya threads, dawg you better feel honored//
Krooked Konceptz running the boards, this shit over before it started//
Fatal and Biggz can't be touch we above yall by far, yall under par and retarded//
fuck it.. learn bout it...
:::KROOKED KONCEPTZ:::
-fatal-
fatal ur labeled the gay-ho slangin fables under the table//
jus close ya lips and keep em stapled..silence-is-bliss//
when u speakin cuz u lyin-to-kids//
stop tryin-to-spit..its useless ya fruit-bitch//
i guess ya clueless to the fact i rap to kill u-kids..keep-my-name-out-ya-mouth//
my-brains-outta-doubt..that i'll rip 1/2 of the KK//
ya-done-past-ya-hayay, some cats leave, some-cats-say-mayday..
so-get-on-ya-rover, u a chip-on-my-shoulder..but im flickin-u-off//
tell Biggz the same thing, i know he's there gettin-u-off.. oh, and in the voting im hoping there's no dick-ridin//
if ya lyrics is rain, then my shits lightnin..im throwin-bolts//
blowin-holes..right-through-him-internal//
ya life's-doomed-kid-inferno..say-goodbye-bitch//
only the KK plays the way-u-ride-bitch..cuz y'all-are-fake//
me and T.C. is real, when ya need help ta kill, dont call-our-names.
-Biggz-
biggz a.k.a. mistah-MVP i'll rip-ya-endlessly..nuthin-to-it//
dont count me out, wit out a doubt i'll fuckin-do-it..get off fatals dick-bitch for just-a-second//
u think u the shit-kid thats wut-im-stressin//
but u'll get ya wig-split when i bust-my-wesson..dead-cold//
head-slugs to net-thugs until they necks-fold//
ya sets-old..no use for a comeback//
KK get smoked like a dubb-sack, got my guns-packed.. aimed at ya head-biggz, blast-once wit my packed-guns, leavin ya dead-bitch..i'll whoop ya ass-bad//
fat-fag, take ya whack raps-back..or i'll give-ya-a-lick when i slip-right-in//
give-ya-a-kick wit-my-tims..let the tongues tickle-ya-spleen//
pop out ya ass and ripple-ya-jeans, i cripple-ya-team..u die-like-the-rest//
like rose(jalen rose) i explode 5-to-ya-chest..bodies-go//
when the shotty-blows, slugs hit ya, WHACK!! just like ya audios..quit spittin-ya-lyrics cuz no one's itchin-to-hear-em..lay-the-mic-down//
take-ya-life-out wit cyphers that might-jus break-ya-right-now..spit raps-eccentric//
i feel bad for ya so i'll have-to-end-this.
fatal ur labeled the gay-ho slangin fables under the table//
jus close ya lips and keep em stapled..silence-is-bliss//
when u speakin cuz u lyin-to-kids//
stop tryin-to-spit..its useless ya fruit-bitch//
i guess ya clueless to the fact i rap to kill u-kids..keep-my-name-out-ya-mouth//
my-brains-outta-doubt..that i'll rip 1/2 of the KK//
ya-done-past-ya-hayay, some cats leave, some-cats-say-mayday..
so-get-on-ya-rover, u a chip-on-my-shoulder..but im flickin-u-off//
tell Biggz the same thing, i know he's there gettin-u-off.. oh, and in the voting im hoping there's no dick-ridin//
if ya lyrics is rain, then my shits lightnin..im throwin-bolts//
blowin-holes..right-through-him-internal//
ya life's-doomed-kid-inferno..say-goodbye-bitch//
only the KK plays the way-u-ride-bitch..cuz y'all-are-fake//
me and T.C. is real, when ya need help ta kill, dont call-our-names.
-Biggz-
biggz a.k.a. mistah-MVP i'll rip-ya-endlessly..nuthin-to-it//
dont count me out, wit out a doubt i'll fuckin-do-it..get off fatals dick-bitch for just-a-second//
u think u the shit-kid thats wut-im-stressin//
but u'll get ya wig-split when i bust-my-wesson..dead-cold//
head-slugs to net-thugs until they necks-fold//
ya sets-old..no use for a comeback//
KK get smoked like a dubb-sack, got my guns-packed.. aimed at ya head-biggz, blast-once wit my packed-guns, leavin ya dead-bitch..i'll whoop ya ass-bad//
fat-fag, take ya whack raps-back..or i'll give-ya-a-lick when i slip-right-in//
give-ya-a-kick wit-my-tims..let the tongues tickle-ya-spleen//
pop out ya ass and ripple-ya-jeans, i cripple-ya-team..u die-like-the-rest//
like rose(jalen rose) i explode 5-to-ya-chest..bodies-go//
when the shotty-blows, slugs hit ya, WHACK!! just like ya audios..quit spittin-ya-lyrics cuz no one's itchin-to-hear-em..lay-the-mic-down//
take-ya-life-out wit cyphers that might-jus break-ya-right-now..spit raps-eccentric//
i feel bad for ya so i'll have-to-end-this.
fuck it i'll do it before i go....
enough with tha bull-shit, itz time to straight pull-hitz/
unload full-clipz, take Tim C and Curt B and murder two-kidz/
you see thiz kid iz whack, he'z juzt hatin on tha double-K/
bitch ill murder you a hundred-wayz today or any other-day/
another-gay bashing for clashin-with-tha-titanz/
my lyrikz will murder you, you're life'z flashin-while-im-typin/
i fucked you up once and got no problem with round-two/
letz see how u do when even less nutriderz surround-you/
ill put it like this, Tim-C....win-me? not-a-chance/
tha fuckin bitch dissed before, i took it N shot-em-back/
call-a-chant cuz you two will need more-than-your-flowz/
since u bit my style Tim ima leave you torn-and-expozed/
my shitz so hot az soon az itz dropped it getz copped-N-bitten/
now stop-N-listen cuz im leavin all opposition lossed-N-missin/
so this iz it, no bitch shit iz gettin past-tha-Nyght-Stalka/
you gayz suck at flowz, so ima get u fagz-to-try-harder/
without my style Tim you'd be rappin like Doctor-Seuss/
but your shit'z a cheap immitation bitch you dont got-tha-juice/
cuz from tha start, thiz fake kid has bittin-my-shit/
uzin my style, all tha while i uzed it to rip-him-to-bitz/
stick-in-tha-clipz, my heat dispensor iz already cocked-back/
pressure built up, when i explode you get "blown on" like snot-ragz/
i drop-fagz so quick tha trickz get hit with sick rigor-mortis/
stick clipz in this shit to unload on a bitch, produce an ill-performance/
tight or not you're still-deformed-bitch, come get-sum-more-trick/
ima unload all i got, if you dont die KK will leave u hit-with-more-clipz/
im gettin-morbid, you two hoez better vacate-tha-boardz/
you're a couple of dick riding bitchez, i dont think u could hate-on-us-more/
now on to tha other bitch on tha scene, who tha fuck iz Curt-B?/
fuck it, ima dispurse-theze bombz on tha tramp, leave hiz frame curling/
you two are sad, a couple of fagz tryna prove-yourselvez/
go againzt tha bezt and loze-ya-health, we come NAZTY like a tuna-melt/
so check this, ima leave both u hoez FUCKED like a pimped-bitch/
nuisez around ya neckz, you foolz are HANGIN like limp-dickz/
theze trickz-get ripped quicker than soggy toilet-paper/
they tryna turn everyone againzt us, but who'z gonna join-theze-haterz?/
we're leavin more-than-craterz in theze putoz craniumz/
theze foolz think they can diss, but Krooked Konceptz iz slayin-em/
now this iz it, it'z over, they're done-for/
RIP Curt B tha hoe and Tim C tha dumb-whore/
nah fuck this, i got room for one-more/
cuz no matter how hard you come, we're too ruff, you still get that rump-tore!
LoL.
enough with tha bull-shit, itz time to straight pull-hitz/
unload full-clipz, take Tim C and Curt B and murder two-kidz/
you see thiz kid iz whack, he'z juzt hatin on tha double-K/
bitch ill murder you a hundred-wayz today or any other-day/
another-gay bashing for clashin-with-tha-titanz/
my lyrikz will murder you, you're life'z flashin-while-im-typin/
i fucked you up once and got no problem with round-two/
letz see how u do when even less nutriderz surround-you/
ill put it like this, Tim-C....win-me? not-a-chance/
tha fuckin bitch dissed before, i took it N shot-em-back/
call-a-chant cuz you two will need more-than-your-flowz/
since u bit my style Tim ima leave you torn-and-expozed/
my shitz so hot az soon az itz dropped it getz copped-N-bitten/
now stop-N-listen cuz im leavin all opposition lossed-N-missin/
so this iz it, no bitch shit iz gettin past-tha-Nyght-Stalka/
you gayz suck at flowz, so ima get u fagz-to-try-harder/
without my style Tim you'd be rappin like Doctor-Seuss/
but your shit'z a cheap immitation bitch you dont got-tha-juice/
cuz from tha start, thiz fake kid has bittin-my-shit/
uzin my style, all tha while i uzed it to rip-him-to-bitz/
stick-in-tha-clipz, my heat dispensor iz already cocked-back/
pressure built up, when i explode you get "blown on" like snot-ragz/
i drop-fagz so quick tha trickz get hit with sick rigor-mortis/
stick clipz in this shit to unload on a bitch, produce an ill-performance/
tight or not you're still-deformed-bitch, come get-sum-more-trick/
ima unload all i got, if you dont die KK will leave u hit-with-more-clipz/
im gettin-morbid, you two hoez better vacate-tha-boardz/
you're a couple of dick riding bitchez, i dont think u could hate-on-us-more/
now on to tha other bitch on tha scene, who tha fuck iz Curt-B?/
fuck it, ima dispurse-theze bombz on tha tramp, leave hiz frame curling/
you two are sad, a couple of fagz tryna prove-yourselvez/
go againzt tha bezt and loze-ya-health, we come NAZTY like a tuna-melt/
so check this, ima leave both u hoez FUCKED like a pimped-bitch/
nuisez around ya neckz, you foolz are HANGIN like limp-dickz/
theze trickz-get ripped quicker than soggy toilet-paper/
they tryna turn everyone againzt us, but who'z gonna join-theze-haterz?/
we're leavin more-than-craterz in theze putoz craniumz/
theze foolz think they can diss, but Krooked Konceptz iz slayin-em/
now this iz it, it'z over, they're done-for/
RIP Curt B tha hoe and Tim C tha dumb-whore/
nah fuck this, i got room for one-more/
cuz no matter how hard you come, we're too ruff, you still get that rump-tore!
LoL.
ATTENTION EVERYONE theres a party in Tim's mouth and everyones CUMin'//
LMFAO , that line had me rollin biggz, you came with some heat man, nice spittin
so check this, ima leave both u hoez FUCKED like a pimped-bitch/
nuisez around ya neckz, you foolz are HANGIN like limp-dickz/
Nice lines fatal, clean and went together well, good shit fellaz
LMFAO , that line had me rollin biggz, you came with some heat man, nice spittin
so check this, ima leave both u hoez FUCKED like a pimped-bitch/
nuisez around ya neckz, you foolz are HANGIN like limp-dickz/
Nice lines fatal, clean and went together well, good shit fellaz