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REKATHUG v.s. MadTrees
REKATHUG
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yo SPIGGA, there must be a MISTAKE this nigga second place, hes fuckin
SECOND RATE/
MADD TRIDEES aint nuthin but FOOTS charity CASE/ RECKA cause lyrical
vesectomies wit my rhymes sharp as swords, embarrass your ancestory when
you lose this ((W.A.R))/ cuz i leave sour stigmas on my ememies, cuz i
spit enigmas of obsenitites, FUCK YOU MAD TRIDEEZ, i got teretsyndrome,
SUCK YA CATS COCK TIL U GET FLEAS/
FUCK MADD TREATIES, i'm WAR...RECKA IS FUCKIN GREEDY/
im the type of guy to ship FECES over seas to FEED THE NEEDY/
i collect victims in this tourney like POKEMON, SPIT-AT-CHU is my name
when i slay you wit verbals then go home and POKE YOUR MOM/
WATCH OUT! HATER on the loose and he's bout to get KNOCKED OUT... MADD
TRIDEES claims to be a playa but he's left every night wit his
COCK OUT/
ain't ever felt a pussy so he got his homies dick in his POPPED MOUTH/ i
got no love, no respect for the LIARS AND FAKES, HATERS, thinkin they
GRRRREAT LIKE FROSTED FLAKES,with nothin between YA LEGS/ FUCKIN FAGGOT
ASS BITCH tryin to BATTLE, but you got your boyfriend's pants backwards
so you're just a zip away to get to his ASSHOLE/ KRISS KROSS STYLE, MAKE
HIM JUMP WHEN U PUMP, DON'T EVER FUCK WIT THE RECK, CUZ I LEAVE A LUMP
WHEN I DUMP/ fatal flows and cause pain like prenatal moans when i rip
ya UTERUS OUT/ FUCKIN TRANSVESTITE, got more meat in your GLUDAMUS (ASS)
THEN A BUTCHER'S HOUSE/ I FUCK YOUR MOM'S WIT A DISCOUNT and some
COUPONS, SUCK HER TITS like a vaccuum made by DUPONT/ and pick the pussy
open like 2 LOCKS... FUCK a condom, RECKA raped ya mom wit TUBE SOCKS/
gettin votes from your BUDS, callem on da phone to VOTE in da CUT...
nothin but bitin ass squirrels swingin from TREES ~NUTS~/ TREES claims
he got hoes but ain't touched a girl's CLIT since he came out his mom's
SHIT, lyin ass BITCH wit a credit card bill MAXED OUT from GAY PORN
MEMBERSHIPS/
cuz your a disgrace to message boards, a faggot behind doors, pull out
ya girls tampax string and place it in yours/ i'm takin u with no ease,
matter fact i'm goin RESTLESS, TIL U PUT DOWN YA DEFENSES AND I LEAVE U
BREATHLESS,
kill u, then EAT your mom so deep i have HER OVARY EGGS FOR BREAKFAST,
bite her UMBILICAL chord and string it out, WEAR IT AS A NECKLACE/ lil
PUNK, i wet that pussy til its warped, then i say "FUCK THAT CUNT", i
blaze a blunt off BURNING corpse/ you got your DICK RIDERS and your usin
em, your NUTs, their over CHEWIN EM,
by the time i'm through u gonna be prayin to that whiteboy from
jerusilem/
nail u on a stick and then RECKA break through it, bitch ass can't even
sell his demo to fiends with crack rocks taped to it/ leave u SHOOK,
when THIS KING take ya ROOK, writin words more lethal than the ANARCHIST
COOK BOOK/
cut off ya feet and RIP U OUT BY YA ROOTS/ then spill your interior on
to hard floors, exasperated by my hard flows, only god knows.....RECKA
swears to GOD, "I WILL EXPOSE"/ ya guts, fuck your bros and wannabe
ho's, i'm bustin, no discussion i'm givin concussions as i break up yo
chest like ROBITUSSIN/ finish u off while u eatin your girl out, head in
her crotch like a BUMBS NOSE IN SPAM/
i creep from behind and RAM my dick in da back of ya HEAD, right through
ya mouth...and penetrated her BEARDED CLAM/
FUCK your and your boys, all yall is FAKE and CROOKED, you stupid,
should have RETIRED like FOOT DID/ VOTERS...give yaself a break wit your
intestinal track, cuz if you vote for MADD on this rap u got more dick
up your ass then a homosexual butt CRACK/ fucked by ya boys, PENIS in
your ANIS and your PUSSY filled with they NUT SACK/
MadTrees
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Rekathug is about to catch a slug/ dent his mug, his life support system
sports a severed plug/ best go back to sellin drugs, cuz in rap you get
no love/ im 20 steps above your petty lyrics, Trideez lessons scrubs/
confession of a manic depressive schitzofranic/ frantic rhyme mechanic,
when i spit da planet panicks/ not satanic but i got some truly evil
antics/ sinkin Rekathug in da deepest depths of da Atlantic/ bout to
smash dis low battin average faggot like ceramic/ my rhyme is
un-human-like, acidic, inorganic/ dis idiotic ignoramous is left
stretched on da canvass/ banish fantasy mc's so Rekathug should vanish/
i'll leave you bandaged, bleedin, beat beyond extensive damage/ your 60
barz of babbage cant decrease your disadvantage/ my flow's a smokin
cannon, style of rhyme is savage/ my opponents aftermath is pain
impossible to manage/ total package, none higher, spittin gunfire/ YOURE
OUT's projected from da mouth of da umpire/ you cant hit a pitch i
throw, i'll snuff you fore' da whistle blow/ ya fuckin wit a pro, ask
Phic and IKSRAFO/ niccaz know da deal, i'll BAM BAM dis cat like
Bigalow/ his rhyme's a simple finger roll and he still cant put it in da
hole/ stop sniffin blow and hittin dro and listen yo/ your rhymes design
is childish like those of 6 year olds/ too much Miller Gold and
Michalobe got you drunk/ your rhyme is sloppy bunk, choppy junk, get
bodied punk/ fuck karate, punches, kicks, i got a shotty in da trunk/
Nagasaki bomb lyrics leave dis kamakazi slumped/ i jump at da
oppritunity to ruin thee/ truthfully you aint got a chance, i merk you
brutally/ have you in ICU and the cops persuin me/ leave da battle site
as bloody as da one at Wounded Knee/ you and me? yo i laugh at dat like
Titus/ aint no beatin me, like B type of hepatitis/ type til you get
tendonitis, still cant fade da tightest/ nicest mc on da net dats
swellin brains like meningitis
Dick Kuminquartz
CDS619
Steve 'Flash' Juon
says...
> You're both wack.
Aren't most internet battles? I'm beginning to think that the art
of "battling" does not truly exist in text whatsoever. Unless some
technological nerd finds a way to set up a full surround sound net
helmet where you can grip a virtual mic and other people can wander
in the virtual audience to laugh or boo at your rhymes (which is
not just the words but the WAY you say them and deliver) there's
no such thing as internet battles. Why would you go to that much
trouble if you could go to an open mic at a real club anyway?
You wanna battle, take it offline. Get physical.
Feeling suddenly un-hip in cyberspace,
Flash
--
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Emotional or reason - now which one do you obey?" -> Spooks
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WillHIGH01
>
>Aren't most internet battles? I'm beginning to think that the art
>of "battling" does not truly exist in text whatsoever. Unless some
>technological nerd finds a way to set up a full surround sound net
>helmet where you can grip a virtual mic and other people can wander
>in the virtual audience to laugh or boo at your rhymes (which is
>not just the words but the WAY you say them and deliver) there's
>no such thing as internet battles. Why would you go to that much
>trouble if you could go to an open mic at a real club anyway?
>You wanna battle, take it offline. Get physical.
You can get a decent battle in UGHH voicechat sometimes.