Fam i appreicate the particpation but we trying to keep it moving ...so you all go to the next round ...


pg's verse

I sip scotch and you rock Zima
you spit zit talk and get cleared out by Noxema
Trying to touch PG
You scared like a kid with Ted Bundy on the other end of his ouija
You staying alive like a dead BeeGee
you a professional packing your squeegee
spit your bit you illiterate ya can't read me
A failed breakfall what your lead be
You roadkill Ima coyote so feed me
That's enough believe me
But I spit a few more lines in case you feeling greedy
Tie my write hand and I still got left hooks
My domepieces more compelling then the best books
I cleft rooks
Ya outta your league you pout and concede
Spit a verse you rehearsed cause ya freestyle's in need
In need of what?
Improvement!
But ya never will
Just like David Tua never learned what to move meant
Think you're clever still
But you ain't got art the proof is in the letter the Louvre sent
Heck even the Smithsonian Institute
Said this kids a phony as tinsel loot
Check ya skull you wreck ya hull against me your great barrier reef
Flexing ya puny 10 inch pipes amazing you can even carry your grief
Ya couldn't even cop ya own dick, ya tried the trick and buried the thief
How can you refute this unvaried belief
When ya can't help to puke and ya still got your underroos stuck in ya teef
Take a freakin hike you and your abolished manbits
The way this uncut diamond rips you like a hymen
Could you imagine one of my Polished Gambits?


kosherslam...

My rap attacks wack stars
no holds barred
so hard that you collapse, like black holes
asshole
you think that you can grapple
but you dont know the half, yo
my lyrical lasso
is roundin up the wanna be's
the I could, I would, I should, and Soon I'm Gonna be's
line you up in front a me
float like a butterfly and sting like a bumble bee
run with me
if you can keep up, speak up
its just gettin hot and i'm about to turn the heat up
one by one ill run through
your whole crew
thinkin you can Just Do It because its Gotta Be The Shoes?
but real heads know this takes talent
so since you cant meet the challenge
you best to keep silent
i'm wylin'
goin off rippin the shit
while my rhymes hit the spot like clitoris's
you think you're Tek-zilla, but youre just a wildebeast
and I'm the lion from Zion, gettin ready for a feast
you got nothin, Bartek
I'm ahead of you by parsecs
fuck a light year
I'm the truth, right here
in other words - when you look at the stars, son
know that in any galaxy i'm the best, BAR NONE

Jayare's


i discombobulate and violate verballly anihilate
dominate im the predomianant tope rate emcee
opposition fleeds like iraqis who back talk saddam
i got trash talkin bombs dropped smart upon lawns
potholes to ya flows like bald spots to afros
cats close they rhyme books after my opening blows
this case is closed no more evidence rquired
Jay done rewired a poets circuits got his nervee endings on fire
demise of the medicocre im stomping like an ogre
shreck camel clutch you dragon breath emcees its over
tap out my raps make you doubt ya heart
consciencious objectors status whenever the battle starts
im slinging darts bullseye style while drinkin a brew
look like a ventriliquist sadist by what im doing to dude
confusing to crews enigmatic emcee energized
i euthanize these ancient rhyming hacks before they try
my patience goodness gracious! make otto do what mase did
retire refer to bible verses to get back in good graces
get him tickets to kanyes spaceship help him plan his escape
with his scrawny scorlls of played shit imaginationless papers
"you just gone take this?"- the crowd asks in amazement
his reply read after the fact like suicide staements....

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