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You’re sonned, god, like Creed, and I’ma beat you like Rocky
In the sequel, where I’m equal to your cheap-ass chop-socky
Improvisin’ bombs like I’m a rebel Iraqi
Beats explode in your face, they call it hip-hop bukkake
First comes Hiroshima, son, and then Nagasaki
Roll you up and slice you like some bad futomaki
I’ll surpass your silence like the very first talkie
When you try to ride my dick like you was a jockey

Partisans of parties have me rockin’ their rooms
Gangstas guard my grill from East L.A. to the tombs
Givin’ up the head like I’m Jeffery Combs
You’ll be sweepin’ up my leavings, so you better bring brooms
Slip a fin in my fangs or I’ll make you go foom
Snappin’ westie necks like a Professor named Zoom
Don’t mistake your density for my volume
‘Cause I think you know what happens when you assume

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kleenexwoman
Sep. 26th, 2007 09:16 pm (UTC)
Givin’ up the head like I’m Jeffery Combs
Hell yes.
thebitterguy
Sep. 26th, 2007 11:52 pm (UTC)
Mega Ditto. We need more Rap-animator.
thisblankpine
Sep. 26th, 2007 09:57 pm (UTC)
Jeffrey Combs, yes, but really,

"Improvisin’ bombs like I’m a rebel Iraqi
Beats explode in your face, they call it hip-hop bukkake
First comes Hiroshima, son, and then Nagasaki"

Really? Too good. Way, too good.
ludickid
Sep. 27th, 2007 03:37 am (UTC)
Yeah, man, that's so raw motherfuckers oughtta pay me not to use it...
oilyrags
Sep. 27th, 2007 12:49 pm (UTC)
It is raw, and makes me wonder why I haven't heard more war-in-iraq punchlines.

Oh yeah, cause most rappers suck.
thisblankpine
Sep. 27th, 2007 06:41 pm (UTC)
It's kind of Sage Francis, actually.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 26th, 2007 10:50 pm (UTC)
You'd like to think strong drink would cure all that's been happening
But in the bag, you're bound to gag; you can't ensure tight rappening
Put up your dukes, stop dropping nukes, your gums you're purely flappening
Your folks come broke with sushi jokes; you'll just procure a slappening

Your rhymes ain't neato; you stink like Dan DeVito,
You're hard like Mr. Softee and you rock like Jared Leto
What's that? Was that you rapping or the whine of a mosquito?
A busta filibusters but he can't avoid the veto.

So kick back: the skills you lack I proceed to subtly demonstrate
I smack the hacks who can't hold back their need to plead and remonstrate
The wack attacked from in the back; their breed I will defenestrate
So pack, young flack, and don't come back; reread until this penetrates

-- clc (forgot his password again)
ludickid
Sep. 27th, 2007 03:32 am (UTC)
Who comes crawlin' in from out of the woodwork
Pats himself on the back and he says 'yeah, that's good work'?
Who was clockin' the curb when we put in the hood work?
Strap him down, nurse, and let me start on the bloodwork
You got a disease called 'I think I can kick this'
And five mics of L.P. is the cure for your sickness
You've mistaken for depth what really is thickness
You're fixin' to get quarantined with a quickness

Your samples are juniors, your beats are all pickled
The last pink you got in this joint was all tickled
While my fingers are bangin, all of yours is just fickle
I'm the Don of my family, you ain't even Don Rickles
Your rhymes is all ancient like some albatrossed sailor
I'm on Park Avenue while your park is a trailer
I rock mad breath control, while you need an inhaler
My flow hooks you like opium, and you're Opie Taylor

So put on your barrettes while I clean my Baretta
Keep on apin' Odets while I swing like Odetta
I'll just keep smokin' cess while you stinkin' like feta
Your M.O. turns to less while I keep gettin' better
The only money you're makin' comes from plasma you sell
The only path that you're takin' gonna lead you to hell
The only game that you're playin' got a pea and a shell
The only bars that you're shaking are the ones in your cell
also_huey
Sep. 26th, 2007 11:37 pm (UTC)
Werd.
ludickid
Sep. 27th, 2007 03:37 am (UTC)
To ya nerd.
oilyrags
Sep. 27th, 2007 12:41 pm (UTC)
Since when have cheap shots been taboo in rap battles?
I spit so hard I give eardrums blisters
And like Hurrican Katrina I'm spinnin' off twisters
Don't battle me, go battle D-listers
Sip on some soda - I'ma chug pitchers
Ga'head guard ya grill cause I carry a toaster
It gets hot and pops slices just like it's s'posedta
Organizing crime a la cosa nostra
Our thing becomes my thing, give up the ricotta
Why ha kicking those rhymes mine are much fatter than
Ya can't stop the knees knockin' or the teeth chatterin'
Ya losin' ways are a life long pattern
'Cause I crush that ass like a Jeep to a Saturn.
ludickid
Sep. 27th, 2007 02:33 pm (UTC)
You want cheap shots? I'll give you cheap shots.
Listen to the dissin’ comin’ over the side
Shit-talkin’, but you’re walkin’ while I’m clockin’ my ride
Throttle a new model while you stand by the fence
Boy, I collar crazy dollars, but you’re not makin’ cents
Criticize how I flies when you can’t get off the ground
I’ll be swimmin’ in women while you’re startin’ to drown
You get sick on my kicks but you ain’t got any feet
Say my breaks are all fakes but you can’t keep the beat

So come back to the battle when you buy you some skills
Oh, I forgot – you can’t buy shit ‘cause you’re makin’ no bills
You’se a real private person, ‘cause you’re pullin’ no rank
They call you no-account ‘cause you ain’t got no bank
Your DJ name is Absent, ‘cause with you there’s no show
But you ain’t MC River, ‘cause you ain’t got no flow
Playas callin’ you Saturday, you ain’t got no class
But they don’t call you Jesus, ‘cause you’re ridin’ no ass

I’ll be rollin’ like thunder, son, so fuck what ya heard
What, you can’t afford a comeback? Or you forgot the words?
Write ‘em down in ya notebook and mark with a star
And read it back as I drive-by in my new car
Since these stank oily rags are your only viscosity
You got no cause to brag as I show my velocity
Why not wait ‘til tomorrow to throw ya next fuss?
I’ll wave from my whip while you wait for the bus
oilyrags
Sep. 27th, 2007 03:10 pm (UTC)
Re: You want cheap shots? I'll give you cheap shots.
Knew that was coming, haha

yers truly -

Hypoocritical MC
oilyrags
Sep. 27th, 2007 03:11 pm (UTC)
Re: You want cheap shots? I'll give you cheap shots.
gotta admit, though, my middle four - HARD.
slammerkinbabe
Sep. 28th, 2007 01:06 am (UTC)
Re: You want cheap shots? I'll give you cheap shots.
So come back to the battle when you buy you some skills
Oh, I forgot – you can’t buy shit ‘cause you’re makin’ no bills
You’se a real private person, ‘cause you’re pullin’ no rank
They call you no-account ‘cause you ain’t got no bank
Your DJ name is Absent, ‘cause with you there’s no show
But you ain’t MC River, ‘cause you ain’t got no flow
Playas callin’ you Saturday, you ain’t got no class
But they don’t call you Jesus, ‘cause you’re ridin’ no ass


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