hdub:
stumble on stage in a daze off that haze
zin fumbled the play, i'm ablaze, like jungles in days-
of ‘nam- grand slam, heat so ill my rays broke the mold fungal
made the board say UNCLE!!!- i am- sick like a lungful-
of raid, no way, would zin ever flick better spit knifes-
on OK stays, watching my posts for days,
while guys pleasure his wife- he's in a flow play phase
yo, go away!!!! your ass is forty years old!!!
your shortys tears scold- her cheeks-
‘cause its clear you stroke keys not teets
a queer post fiending freak, absentee father
zin speaks and peeps for weeks
too geek to have to be bothered, by young skeet leaks
watching me compete - poppin’ weak flubbed critiques,
net creep, deadbeat- he’s crotching the dub beast
pour scotch- this tub’s peaced!!- is he deadmeat?? ROGER!!
expired- as far as BK’s concerned, you’s a dodger
fired after this verse- a forced pension earned- codger!!
in retorts i got penchant to burn- pyres- ya ancient like urns- tired
face, it's ya turn- RETIRE!! new sire- i leap higher-
than clowns in single bounds- i’m the best pound for pound,
in the ring you dying- the town crier sounds: DUB’S CROWNED!!!
zin’s downed- and out, at the end of his ride
he’s frowning now, wide- like 3rd i’s behind
those two fucking???
oh my- yo- TWO WORLDS COLLIDE!!!!!!!!!
MY EYES!!!!! no joke- ya size churns my insides-
now got my victory insured like some f-d-i’s--
C!- it’s me you can’t see, like your dick or your toes
plain to see D-U-B flows wit’ more kicks and more blows
sore Loes.- just LOSING.- i took your “E” like a raver
go do us all a favor- take your boasts back to paper
meet ya post maker- got you begging worse than PBS
not trying to see me yet- up in threads – “like heads- please vote for DVS!”
i beat the ess- out of ya best- buster douglas’ing vets
i’m’a be royalty- bet, just like a publishing check


Zin:
Invasion of the light in the ass rappers convention ….

*And this years “Light in the Ass Award” goes to …*

DUB…
I’m spittin shit from the OBGYN cause that’s…
the place you check pussy at!!!
Zin kicks shit in with Timb’s … to leave ya internals …with a dirt Swede and rubber infection … MONO ….STAT!!!
Code blue …we losing ‘em!!! …we losing ‘em …
ZIN bruising and abusing …him
AND light in the ass crews . ..
Deep in puss and glutes … to the top of my “Super” Tim boots
Fuck the votes …
Check the tower … for Pope smoke …
Cause even the Vatican …
Puffs agrees dub …has been done in …
Scrubs …needed perennial soning …
A mother’s love …double hugs or something …
Instead of rubber gloves …and fondling
I’m singing spirituals …to the fickle …
Then sending them … to Jesus Fed Ex(orcise)…
Cause I’m fed wit ….
Ric karaoke … so I’m leavin ‘em with their necks broke …
Found in lime socks, a feet out pine box and tux…
I’m like ooops!!! …I guess I messed up …
To bad ya best sucks …
but you don’t even suck the best …
Frontline got you beat …cause you suck like a bad RIC …
Prominent MC? …not in the least bit …
You allergic to hot shit …
You the equivalent microscopic … nut crops …
Growing … in my ball’s corn rows …
Ayoo the flo …
‘ll send him to the spot were ugly broads lick…
Affectionately …caressing the divot space between my ass crack and dick
You know that spot right before ya balls begins …
And then bring him his ROC chain … “ROCK HUTSON” that is …