11. "King O' Da Ring Tourney IV (Round 6 - Final)" In response to In response to 0
Biohazard : Checkmate! I corner kings, leave Lif in a neck brace/ Quick to grab a lord and ram a sword through his chestplate/ A chess game, you're a queen but you're still powerless/ I spit, instill cowardice, see you wet ya flowered dress/ Bombard the castle, retarded assholes get murked tonight/ You're the first to die, the whole kingdom hear your mercy cries/ I fertilize your words, or just shit on your verse/ Show up at the funeral and spit on your hearse/ Closed casket, can't face the facts: your flow's tragic/ Lif claimin' he ill, Well I spit prophylactics/ Turn the throne to ashes, you get your crown taken/ I pound basements, rhymes rock the foundation/ Leave the ground shaken, everything you spit is a naturally disastrous/ Pitiless, beat the shit out you then shatter your glasses/ Biohazardous, spew mephitic infections/ Bring down kings, prepare for the insurrection/ Rhymes penetrate your vitals, leave you oozin' bile/ Ain't ironic that YOU'RE the one that's soundin' juvenile/ Bruise your style, this letter's addressed to Mrs. Lif/ I'mma write your fam and send 'em your head as a Christmas gift
....tha clocks up faggit, and u bet i flow last/ and if u above average than this must be the slow class/ came to lay ya down, i had to box again/ and u aint grabbing for tha crown, just for oxygen/ that boy Lif push lines out/ and i'ont battle 'gainst Nickolodean kids, yo i put'm in time out/ Mini Me's sent straight to confinement/ leave ya scripts bleeding red marks like ya graded assignments/ cuz Prolif, u not able to rhyme wit/ and dawg, I leave u coughing up, like i just gave u the Heimlich/ Lif defined stable, leave u victim of crime fables/ i'm trying to do rhyme labels, u studying time tables/ so get ya numbers caught up, cuz i think u otta order/ and u so sweet, that ya parents think they had a daughter/ but nuthin sweet here - eat ya vegetables yo/ this aint no ABC afterschool specialty show/ it's more than words and it's food for thought, tha boy serve/ eating this dude, but i can't full off of hor'doeuvres/ "Lif Tha Great" lil rookie, wit no blemish or smear/ u sealed ya fate lil Tookie, aint no clemency here/ u keep my name in ya mouf just to move ya verse B/ all them fags in San Fran must've moved to Berk-ley/ but Prolif said 'keep ya mouf covered like ya lips bled'/ "i brought u in this world, and i'll take u out" just like Cliff said!/
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