Battle of the Rhymes
"So bring it little man – as hard as you can" -claude 20bc-2005
WARNING!!!
The following verse is not sanctioned by the national g club....
one week later at claude's funeral...
preacher: "Today...we're here to..."
BANG BANG
shoot that b!tch twice square in the head
stupid a$$ preacher now both of you are dead
urinate into your open casket..what a shame
slam that $hit close... cover it all up with flames
you started it son - now your fake a$$ is done
smash your tombstone to pieces so no one remembers you
have u rott in hell...not living like dead people more like dead animals in a zoo
go down to hell - hit you with spells
shrinking yo soul to a tiny piece...
what you think imma let you rest in peace - because you deceased?
NOW IM THROUGH....
WARNING!!!
The following verse is not sanctioned by the national g club....
one week later at claude's funeral...
preacher: "Today...we're here to..."
BANG BANG
shoot that b!tch twice square in the head
stupid a$$ preacher now both of you are dead
urinate into your open casket..what a shame
slam that $hit close... cover it all up with flames
you started it son - now your fake a$$ is done
smash your tombstone to pieces so no one remembers you
have u rott in hell...not living like dead people more like dead animals in a zoo
go down to hell - hit you with spells
shrinking yo soul to a tiny piece...
what you think imma let you rest in peace - because you deceased?
NOW IM THROUGH....
aaight doggie its on, VDC button off
Very ****ly Claude I mean so grab your ***** and just cough
I dont have to be gangsta to open up on this cat
he a 3 legged kitten left in the jungle at that
your rhymes are weak, my rhymes'll rock the rolls
off the back of your neck to feed samolian folks
Im gon fill you up with propane, 87 octane
f*ck the premium sh*t Im gonna give you my pain
turn on your wipers for the tears in your eyes
and please go change your wheels cus Im whippin the tires
off that wack a$$ self you call claude, you fake broad
I nomintate you Ms NGC as your last mod
Very ****ly Claude I mean so grab your ***** and just cough
I dont have to be gangsta to open up on this cat
he a 3 legged kitten left in the jungle at that
your rhymes are weak, my rhymes'll rock the rolls
off the back of your neck to feed samolian folks
Im gon fill you up with propane, 87 octane
f*ck the premium sh*t Im gonna give you my pain
turn on your wipers for the tears in your eyes
and please go change your wheels cus Im whippin the tires
off that wack a$$ self you call claude, you fake broad
I nomintate you Ms NGC as your last mod
Last edited by clokwork; Aug 25, 2005 at 11:08 PM.
I don’t believe it, yall cain’t be serious
Dem candy corn lyrics – yall must be delirious
I left the board at six – came back about 10
Just to see the same bull$hi+ from you two again
You fockers have no talent and need to go home
Nobody wants to hear about shots to the dome
So keep on comin, talkin bout yo gun
But the reality of it is… you cain’t see me son.
A kitten in the jungle? - Dood that’s funny
But you and I know – you cain’t handle me, Money
Yall need a good teacher, but I don’t have the time
And the truth is I don’t think yall will EVER learn to rhyme
It’s just too easy to take you bums down
So I’m done with this thread, and smashin you clowns
But just to show yall I gots luv for you two
When I see yall at happy hour, I got ya first brew.
NOW B!TCHE$... I’M THROUGH!!!
Dem candy corn lyrics – yall must be delirious
I left the board at six – came back about 10
Just to see the same bull$hi+ from you two again
You fockers have no talent and need to go home
Nobody wants to hear about shots to the dome
So keep on comin, talkin bout yo gun
But the reality of it is… you cain’t see me son.
A kitten in the jungle? - Dood that’s funny
But you and I know – you cain’t handle me, Money
Yall need a good teacher, but I don’t have the time
And the truth is I don’t think yall will EVER learn to rhyme
It’s just too easy to take you bums down
So I’m done with this thread, and smashin you clowns
But just to show yall I gots luv for you two
When I see yall at happy hour, I got ya first brew.
NOW B!TCHE$... I’M THROUGH!!!
Dr. Suess and mother goose lyrical styles, wipe out hammer wanna be's and kung paos.
Stepped up to protect the name of hip hop, "Freeze b1tch!" the stick up kids now on the block.
Cornbread and wings slap E Honda in the face, poisonous egg rolls hit oreo from outer space, one look at C-Lawd instead of 'HI' they spray with mase, slow down P this aint even a close race.
Martin, Tiger Woods and the Golden child, trumpets roar as "P" drops down from the cloud.
Worship the man who planted three seeds up in your moms, now back to the rice patty fields and cotton farms.
Stepped up to protect the name of hip hop, "Freeze b1tch!" the stick up kids now on the block.
Cornbread and wings slap E Honda in the face, poisonous egg rolls hit oreo from outer space, one look at C-Lawd instead of 'HI' they spray with mase, slow down P this aint even a close race.
Martin, Tiger Woods and the Golden child, trumpets roar as "P" drops down from the cloud.
Worship the man who planted three seeds up in your moms, now back to the rice patty fields and cotton farms.
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