obnoxious
03-23-07, 01:21 AM
ROUND ONE
theman080 -
Ya more then a joke, stumbled away from obscurity's folks
Turn ya face the color of abs' text with abstract force in a throw
Torture wit prose, thought rap wuz divorced from this ho
Couldn't have a money drop if ya clumsy when sortin ya dough'
The coarse that ya go, the fallopian where I abort my rivals
And hoist the title, Hip Hop Is Dead, Nox is back to enforce the title
We rejoiced when idle, when ya status was, blasted the best editions
Now ya ****in ya self again, givin the dildo maximum repititions
Hand this ****** a death from dissin, wit my bad hand, ya prolly fold
Ya shoddy soul I'll throttle whole, deep in coffin, but it isnt a common cold
You got the lamest approach, deathwish, slit this dame in his dome
The only time you run in my circle is when I aim wit a scope
You don't rank well in the future, so respect the prophecy soldier
You're too short, verses wouldnt stand tall on Prodigy's shoulders
I mob deep, ya corny verses have real rappers huntin in a deep mob
On street blocks with heat cocked, bet each shot will reach Nox
Reach flocks of dweeb drops, press delete to be a step closer to see hot...
obnoxious -
torture muhfu<ka..
i'll fu<kin.. i'll fu<kin..
i'll fu<kin kidnapp you and your father..
handcuff you and throw you in a room rigged with explosives, and make you
fu<k your pops in his asshole, and video tape it.. or else its boom BOOM!!
and after your f@gg0t ass(no pun intended) does it..
i'll hit the switch anyways..
and then send the video tape to ya girl and moms..
torture muhfu<ka.... LOL
those were the worst punchlines i've ever read..
..c'mon kid, your not ready to go head to head..
heres some tips from the master, ready? Game time/
muthafu<ka!.. dont use 'title' twice in the same line/
ya lame rhymes consist of nothin but wack flows/
only time you on a roll is when you fu<kin a fat ho!/
you lack so-cial skills, my flow will kill this outkast/
no respect at work so you hide behind computer screens and mouse pads/
just began to write, but i know how this is goin to end/
cuz before the battle started i was already a vote ahead!/
no chance you'll win, cats laugh at him attemptin to battle me/
if we talkin room for improvement you'll could rent out a galaxy!/
ive perfected analogies, i fathered you, and its a-parently true/
your in the dungeons of rap, cuz your mom and i are embarrased of you!/
wanna be TheMan so fu<k it, ima just do what it takes/
so you can have the belt, just so i can prove your a waist/
this dudes a digrace, why you bother tryin rappin this way?/
takin longer to post than i used to.. back in the day!/
to even challange-its safe, to assume that this guy's/
not only just losin this battle, yo hes losin his mind!/
rappin bout usin the 9, c'mon, you aint shootin sh.t/
when it come down to it, you cant even shoot the gift!/
its stupid kid, and you's a b.tch, like you grew some tits/
a poon and clit..you-should-quit, im the cat producin-hits!/
so take a seat, you f@gg0t b.tch and taste defeat/
before i send you to hell - he's departed, like his latest peice/
ROUND TWO -
theman080 -
You only throwin leftover punches, like the rest were swiped right under your step
You're gutter at text, never primetime, only'll see PR (CPR) when fukkin wit death
Sonnin the best?? You take the rent-a-cop approach wit no heat in ya genes
I ether with ease, you're easily ethered 49 times outta 50, like the years since your teens
You old fukk, only stops his whack drops when carpel tunel is actin up
Your factions sucks like faggit fukks, or Abs when I smacked em up
You bitin like rabies in rappin dun, done believe this herb's typin
I've seen half your punches in overused bunches, better tack on a works cited
Just proves you can never be quoteworthy with tactics that not loaded
Lettin ya fans know that ya not potent, his archives are jus lines that Nox stolen
Whole verse consisted of scattered shots, keep eyes on the prize, utilize focus
Or this will be a lesson in text when I beat you-til-eyes focus, my nine opens
And shoot this fat bytch til his spines showin, earnin thunderdous praise
Tourguide like "Thats Nox's prime waaaaaaaay behind em, but there goes his pride runnin away!"
Still show up with whack drops only idiots dig, like sex with inconsiderate pigs(Sorry Mrs. Nox)
No way I can let you skate when the only original thought was the shyt in ya sig
Or at least its the closest, how could anyone fukk wit obnoxious
The only time he did some Kick In The Door type ish, was when he jumped out the closet
obnoxious -
your punches make no sense, your spittin weak bars/
your initials would be T.M, so who the fu<k is PR?/
thats HORRIBLE! pathetic, the mere concept is wack!/
have you change your sig to : FEAR! NOXIOUS IS BACK!!/
ya multis are forced, flow sucks,-forget-symbolism/
i aint dissin you yet, this is constructive critsism!/
dont wanna go one round, gettin sick of losin matches/
so its all gravy, two more might improve your chances/
it dont matter to me, we could free' for fifteen more/
you aint comp.. you just an alias behind a keyboard!/
mutherfu<ker you cant win, do you not-remember-me?/
noxious, mfp/ make your heart race and jog your memory/
im S.O.H.H Fly, i make forums famous, ima battle star/
im your internet icon just like a fu<kin avatar!/
i'll make you eat a bowl of sh.t then leave you motionless/
you aint close to the dopest but you the most convinced!/
forget your half assed attempts, cant even rap in text!/
you post the wackest threads, provin you lack fashion sense!/
Audio next? nah i'll make sure you never post no more/
after i pull a few strings, including your vocal cords!/
im the man, you a b.tch, see im givin it, you takin it/
it seems you and defeat have formed an intimate relationship!/
you need work, each verse, consider this defeat a re-birth/
cuz im 20 yrs old.. 49 or 50? LOL!!! do ya research!/
dumb sh.t, punk b.tch suck a d.ck & get the fu<k on the road/
you got a gut feeling? yeah - cuz i just busted my load!/
ROUND THREE -
theman080
Stop claimin you the filthiest cat, nobody feelin' ya act
Yea I don't remember you, but I aint the only one guilty of that
Peelin ya cap, easy manuever, who would elect this fake
Only time ya lines get a laugh, is when checkin perspective dates
I suggest this is the case, you a net nerd/whack geek who lacks heat
Let the facts speak, not a known rider, just got Winona Ryder's rap sheet
You should be fastened in the back seat, like Jakes remove ya arms
So ya whack punches will cease, I'll continue to bruise and bomb
PR is public relations, but those numbers is some you want be soon to call
You broke as fukk, just scraped up funds to turn your computer on
You musta misused the bong, to think you in the league wit the man
Hit wit three strikes when rollin the dice kay? Like you leavin Japan
Heater in hand my ether will span various meters and lands
No sequal to scan, Like DeNiro to Snipes, you bout to be lethally fanned
You need to get smacked into your senses, maybe this beating will help
080 been losin matches? maybe you should up the research yourself
Herbs dont belong here, so strong jeers will send bombs to this fraud queer
SHM at this delirious fukk, you only TWENTY in reverse dog years
And dont think you effectin your enemies wit homosexual tendencies
The last words you will be laughed verbs, if you attemped to threatin me
Nox knows I bomb reckless, in a second my shots blessed em
You career consists of more gassings then even Saddam's checklist
Your egos out of control, so I'll deflate it then see you die
You defy the scale from 1 to 10, couldn't underestimate you if I tried
And you need to stop channelin TV gangstas, mainly Vito from Sopranos
This stan shoes planned flows ripped from TheMan's tones
You aint turnin back the clock, I don't mean I plan on hatin
but you're only gonna leave wit defeat, like the rest of you'se amputated
Everything you sample's ancient, in a minute I can fold ya
Nox is old news, this TheMan's Show like Kimmel and Carrola
obnoxious
aight enuff of this, lets get on with the show/
and oh, congrats.. way to go and copy my flow!/
you been rappin in text for years and havent progressed/
beatin me is a long shot and man you wack on the net!/
lackin respect, i'll murder a verse, this herb's gettin burnt'/
im always stayin top notch, you take a turn for the worse/
shoulda learned from the first round, & predicted the future/
see every dog has its day, so time for this b.tch to get nutured!/
this next line you can bank on, dont know how-he-cant-tell/
TheMan couldnt even get a deal from Howie Mandell!!/
sit down, you bout to get clowned i rep vic town, & mfp/
mos defnitely, accept defeat, b.tch! your win column envys me!/
rest in peace! and yeah i see you over there son/
im in the winners circle and your watchin me from square one!/
btw.. i knocked up ya b.tch, had it aborted and bounced!/
how you gone put heart in ya verses?.. i just tore that sh.t out!/
its war no doubt, & when im dont rhymin and spittin/
you'll be like bruce lee, no longer alive and kickin!/
so get bent & quit text i spit fresh, you aint hot as me/
and thats the end of the story like an index or glossary/
IT FINALLY MAKES SENSE NOW!! see man, ive been at this for days/
if you the DON of SOHH, '80' must be your actual age!/
theman080 -
Ya more then a joke, stumbled away from obscurity's folks
Turn ya face the color of abs' text with abstract force in a throw
Torture wit prose, thought rap wuz divorced from this ho
Couldn't have a money drop if ya clumsy when sortin ya dough'
The coarse that ya go, the fallopian where I abort my rivals
And hoist the title, Hip Hop Is Dead, Nox is back to enforce the title
We rejoiced when idle, when ya status was, blasted the best editions
Now ya ****in ya self again, givin the dildo maximum repititions
Hand this ****** a death from dissin, wit my bad hand, ya prolly fold
Ya shoddy soul I'll throttle whole, deep in coffin, but it isnt a common cold
You got the lamest approach, deathwish, slit this dame in his dome
The only time you run in my circle is when I aim wit a scope
You don't rank well in the future, so respect the prophecy soldier
You're too short, verses wouldnt stand tall on Prodigy's shoulders
I mob deep, ya corny verses have real rappers huntin in a deep mob
On street blocks with heat cocked, bet each shot will reach Nox
Reach flocks of dweeb drops, press delete to be a step closer to see hot...
obnoxious -
torture muhfu<ka..
i'll fu<kin.. i'll fu<kin..
i'll fu<kin kidnapp you and your father..
handcuff you and throw you in a room rigged with explosives, and make you
fu<k your pops in his asshole, and video tape it.. or else its boom BOOM!!
and after your f@gg0t ass(no pun intended) does it..
i'll hit the switch anyways..
and then send the video tape to ya girl and moms..
torture muhfu<ka.... LOL
those were the worst punchlines i've ever read..
..c'mon kid, your not ready to go head to head..
heres some tips from the master, ready? Game time/
muthafu<ka!.. dont use 'title' twice in the same line/
ya lame rhymes consist of nothin but wack flows/
only time you on a roll is when you fu<kin a fat ho!/
you lack so-cial skills, my flow will kill this outkast/
no respect at work so you hide behind computer screens and mouse pads/
just began to write, but i know how this is goin to end/
cuz before the battle started i was already a vote ahead!/
no chance you'll win, cats laugh at him attemptin to battle me/
if we talkin room for improvement you'll could rent out a galaxy!/
ive perfected analogies, i fathered you, and its a-parently true/
your in the dungeons of rap, cuz your mom and i are embarrased of you!/
wanna be TheMan so fu<k it, ima just do what it takes/
so you can have the belt, just so i can prove your a waist/
this dudes a digrace, why you bother tryin rappin this way?/
takin longer to post than i used to.. back in the day!/
to even challange-its safe, to assume that this guy's/
not only just losin this battle, yo hes losin his mind!/
rappin bout usin the 9, c'mon, you aint shootin sh.t/
when it come down to it, you cant even shoot the gift!/
its stupid kid, and you's a b.tch, like you grew some tits/
a poon and clit..you-should-quit, im the cat producin-hits!/
so take a seat, you f@gg0t b.tch and taste defeat/
before i send you to hell - he's departed, like his latest peice/
ROUND TWO -
theman080 -
You only throwin leftover punches, like the rest were swiped right under your step
You're gutter at text, never primetime, only'll see PR (CPR) when fukkin wit death
Sonnin the best?? You take the rent-a-cop approach wit no heat in ya genes
I ether with ease, you're easily ethered 49 times outta 50, like the years since your teens
You old fukk, only stops his whack drops when carpel tunel is actin up
Your factions sucks like faggit fukks, or Abs when I smacked em up
You bitin like rabies in rappin dun, done believe this herb's typin
I've seen half your punches in overused bunches, better tack on a works cited
Just proves you can never be quoteworthy with tactics that not loaded
Lettin ya fans know that ya not potent, his archives are jus lines that Nox stolen
Whole verse consisted of scattered shots, keep eyes on the prize, utilize focus
Or this will be a lesson in text when I beat you-til-eyes focus, my nine opens
And shoot this fat bytch til his spines showin, earnin thunderdous praise
Tourguide like "Thats Nox's prime waaaaaaaay behind em, but there goes his pride runnin away!"
Still show up with whack drops only idiots dig, like sex with inconsiderate pigs(Sorry Mrs. Nox)
No way I can let you skate when the only original thought was the shyt in ya sig
Or at least its the closest, how could anyone fukk wit obnoxious
The only time he did some Kick In The Door type ish, was when he jumped out the closet
obnoxious -
your punches make no sense, your spittin weak bars/
your initials would be T.M, so who the fu<k is PR?/
thats HORRIBLE! pathetic, the mere concept is wack!/
have you change your sig to : FEAR! NOXIOUS IS BACK!!/
ya multis are forced, flow sucks,-forget-symbolism/
i aint dissin you yet, this is constructive critsism!/
dont wanna go one round, gettin sick of losin matches/
so its all gravy, two more might improve your chances/
it dont matter to me, we could free' for fifteen more/
you aint comp.. you just an alias behind a keyboard!/
mutherfu<ker you cant win, do you not-remember-me?/
noxious, mfp/ make your heart race and jog your memory/
im S.O.H.H Fly, i make forums famous, ima battle star/
im your internet icon just like a fu<kin avatar!/
i'll make you eat a bowl of sh.t then leave you motionless/
you aint close to the dopest but you the most convinced!/
forget your half assed attempts, cant even rap in text!/
you post the wackest threads, provin you lack fashion sense!/
Audio next? nah i'll make sure you never post no more/
after i pull a few strings, including your vocal cords!/
im the man, you a b.tch, see im givin it, you takin it/
it seems you and defeat have formed an intimate relationship!/
you need work, each verse, consider this defeat a re-birth/
cuz im 20 yrs old.. 49 or 50? LOL!!! do ya research!/
dumb sh.t, punk b.tch suck a d.ck & get the fu<k on the road/
you got a gut feeling? yeah - cuz i just busted my load!/
ROUND THREE -
theman080
Stop claimin you the filthiest cat, nobody feelin' ya act
Yea I don't remember you, but I aint the only one guilty of that
Peelin ya cap, easy manuever, who would elect this fake
Only time ya lines get a laugh, is when checkin perspective dates
I suggest this is the case, you a net nerd/whack geek who lacks heat
Let the facts speak, not a known rider, just got Winona Ryder's rap sheet
You should be fastened in the back seat, like Jakes remove ya arms
So ya whack punches will cease, I'll continue to bruise and bomb
PR is public relations, but those numbers is some you want be soon to call
You broke as fukk, just scraped up funds to turn your computer on
You musta misused the bong, to think you in the league wit the man
Hit wit three strikes when rollin the dice kay? Like you leavin Japan
Heater in hand my ether will span various meters and lands
No sequal to scan, Like DeNiro to Snipes, you bout to be lethally fanned
You need to get smacked into your senses, maybe this beating will help
080 been losin matches? maybe you should up the research yourself
Herbs dont belong here, so strong jeers will send bombs to this fraud queer
SHM at this delirious fukk, you only TWENTY in reverse dog years
And dont think you effectin your enemies wit homosexual tendencies
The last words you will be laughed verbs, if you attemped to threatin me
Nox knows I bomb reckless, in a second my shots blessed em
You career consists of more gassings then even Saddam's checklist
Your egos out of control, so I'll deflate it then see you die
You defy the scale from 1 to 10, couldn't underestimate you if I tried
And you need to stop channelin TV gangstas, mainly Vito from Sopranos
This stan shoes planned flows ripped from TheMan's tones
You aint turnin back the clock, I don't mean I plan on hatin
but you're only gonna leave wit defeat, like the rest of you'se amputated
Everything you sample's ancient, in a minute I can fold ya
Nox is old news, this TheMan's Show like Kimmel and Carrola
obnoxious
aight enuff of this, lets get on with the show/
and oh, congrats.. way to go and copy my flow!/
you been rappin in text for years and havent progressed/
beatin me is a long shot and man you wack on the net!/
lackin respect, i'll murder a verse, this herb's gettin burnt'/
im always stayin top notch, you take a turn for the worse/
shoulda learned from the first round, & predicted the future/
see every dog has its day, so time for this b.tch to get nutured!/
this next line you can bank on, dont know how-he-cant-tell/
TheMan couldnt even get a deal from Howie Mandell!!/
sit down, you bout to get clowned i rep vic town, & mfp/
mos defnitely, accept defeat, b.tch! your win column envys me!/
rest in peace! and yeah i see you over there son/
im in the winners circle and your watchin me from square one!/
btw.. i knocked up ya b.tch, had it aborted and bounced!/
how you gone put heart in ya verses?.. i just tore that sh.t out!/
its war no doubt, & when im dont rhymin and spittin/
you'll be like bruce lee, no longer alive and kickin!/
so get bent & quit text i spit fresh, you aint hot as me/
and thats the end of the story like an index or glossary/
IT FINALLY MAKES SENSE NOW!! see man, ive been at this for days/
if you the DON of SOHH, '80' must be your actual age!/