man look at this kid,ima call him an adolescent/
probably pissing his pants, just cuz im at his pressence//
betta ask for blessing, from god and ya predecessors/
when violence becomes the essence, u die when u try to test this//
filthy chinky eyed molestor, my rhymes combined with pleasure/
which lets me get shot, and live to tell it.. like i was uncle fester//
need to get off this set bïtch, i'm wild and acting reckless//
slap u till both my hands hurt like i got stuck in guitar lessons//
so what they call u words, your wrath gets no respect/
act up and get body slamed on the floor till u bounce like my last check//
you know u still my dogg, so im not surprised if u act pet/
we were a crew once, i was the cute one, and u were the fat chick//
ha!, i rhyme sick, sick rhymes ,my mind splits/
u imitate & neva create reminds of how a mime thinks//
for me this is an easy win, but to further show i got power/
ima take your girl and rock her world like a meteor shower//....your coward...
i await your response...
p.s yo words remember WIvIW??? where's MIDNITE at??
mother f*cker ..you know how long has it been since i battled text!? ..i cant believe you actually posted.i thought you was fucckin jokin around .. asshole.
lemme see if i still know how to do this..
ayo...
you callin me out? b*tch ..ease with the pipe/ im easy nice , quite the type to stand next to the sun and freeze its light/ believe me wize ..after i pull your skirt down, you'll bout to be as manly as condeleeza rice/ squeeze that mic ..and watch me man handle you / untill i realized..i dont PLAY GAMES with P*SSIES like AUGUSTA NATIONAL/ not to be irrational, cause you my boy,so i gotta let this fist bounce/ straight to ya ribs down .cause see wize, i dont mean COLLECTIN COUPONS when i told you to watch for my DIS-COUNT/so you know im crisp now, you dont stand a chance son/ matter fact, you dont got a SHOT in HELL with SATAN's HAND GUN/you facin a man JUAN, now cut that kiddy speech/ cause you and i both know - beatin me in a battle , you got better hopes winnin the lotto twice in one week/ but word, yous my boy so fucc ths sheeit/ if you was the cute one ..i was the fat chick ..then wat the f*ck was 'sheed? / but yeah best believe, you my boy ..and youve always been the joker/ yet still wize..you gotta learn in terms of battlin - you dont BELONG in the TABLE like a BAD HAND in POKER/ now a few years older, you still dumber than crack - so stop usin em/ before i make you drop to ya knees quicker than muslims visitin jerusalem ...
yeah i remember those days.. we had the funniest sh*t ...and your still a cow rapist .. .. :
but this wordwrath character bores me with these weak punchlines... probably a reflection of whats going on in his life - nothing.. Dont like what I said call me out, ******..
but this wordwrath character bores me with these weak punchlines... probably a reflection of whats going on in his life - nothing.. Dont like what I said call me out, ******..
you desperate for attention.. go play somewhere, im busy.
Ive been layin lower than a pregnant ant's abdomen man
a battle between my brethren, niceness personified, but Ima go with Words on this one, the laker fan came a lil stronger on this than Adjust, I mean Wizeguy
wut up fam?
__________________ Rest in Peace Yasmin An Angel Lost (12/1/00-11/18/02)