4-bar weapon clash (2000!!! Next is 3000!!!) :)

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Permalink Reply by Two Dead Meadows on April 20, 2012 at 2:29am

I Snatch a Snitches baby out the stolla, infect it with ebola

I catch bitches on the daily, crack rock whore coka cola yola,  

cold old school soul contollera, solo game so raw i sold ya,

Find me on the Eastside where a roll up, 1250 Bailey with your lady

That back is stacked like crazy, I slap that ass and scream out Haley

Black on Black Mercades, Back on track  I'm back to Strap,

your backpack up full of M-80's, and blow her back out crazy

Real Ladys never love a bitch nigga baby,

 

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Permalink Reply by Two Dead Meadows on April 20, 2012 at 3:02am

oh shit almost forgot the...

next weapon: The Ace Of Spades

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Permalink Reply by R.C.L. on April 20, 2012 at 2:53pm

two grenades four bandaides and the motherfuckering ace of spades

slit throats catching blood in empty bottles of original gatorade

haters hey. by the way my visions stay vicious all fucking season

a heathen breathing ready to eat fresh meat no vegan

 

next weapon: cabbage patch doll

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Permalink Reply by DJ MAS MAJISHUN on April 20, 2012 at 3:52pm

money is only and issue if you dont HAVE IT AT ALL

im that dude that shows you how a SAVAGE CAT BALL

get more cheese then a group photo and these AVERAGE CATS FALL

fuck wit my money??? im crazy i'll club you to death with a CABBAGE PATCH DOLL

new weapon: Measuring Tape

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Permalink Reply by fuzzy on April 20, 2012 at 7:32pm

how do i rate, imma big grape ape, i guess i aint that great

maybe yall fooled me but i got some schooling how long did it take?

check my wallet my i.d. is a card that reads aarp really i aint got no hate

if you dont believe i aint 35 than fooooooo get out your measuring tape.

 

Next Weapon: green turd

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Permalink Reply by Shane on April 21, 2012 at 9:09pm

Just wait a minute, Imma go get my blood instrument

You been duckin me to long like you where a sub thats hidden

Im gonna grab you, take your head from the back, twist it

Squish you like a green turn cause I didn't miss it, thats half liquid

 

Next Weapon: Human Anatomy

 

 

 

 

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Permalink Reply by Cody Sipe on April 21, 2012 at 10:04pm

a million miles away an alien will tell a tale of two hearts, the line in the middle

Prepare for the worst the enemy, hate preception of deception, just human anatomy

wake up you're dead one of these days the full moon will become paranormal, I say fuck you

Until then ill turn back write my last will and testament and wait for the end of us, farewell...

 

next weapon: subliminal images

 

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Permalink Reply by Two Dead Meadows on May 31, 2012 at 1:33am

my physical state is fucked up, so foul, these subliminal images fucked up, the scowl

on my face, these cynical witnesses on the prowl, looking for a lung, to help breath the whirl wind

as I brace, for these whimsical principals in fhe first place, this tounge inside my teeth, the world skinned

me twice, my soul pinned down, still in the same hole, dim the lights now good night, still im cut

from that same roll, fuck with the same hoe, strut with that same stroll, that got me cut for the old scroll

in my gut i'm as old school as ground rules, still fuck with these same fools, drugs jewels, and thug mules

next weapon: eye rhyme

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Permalink Reply by Two Dead Meadows on June 3, 2012 at 2:14am

 

Tell me why ya straight cowering?, ya coward, don't tell me i ended this thread, devouring

Straight towering your word plays been said before, with three thousand in, bled, eye rhyme empowering,

Spread through ya inflated head, mislead your ego's shred, I rhyme, and be that dead,

Proceed, we go head, turned ya inside out and burned out red, we earned our thread

ya can't unravel or unknot, this graveling blood clot, that stops a quick jot, Rocks, the bricks rot

Away, decay, wreck shop, traveling the spine to one spot, straight shocks your brain, blank shot

 

Next weapon: black rot blind spot

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Permalink Reply by Two Dead Meadows on June 5, 2012 at 2:25am

/bump

come on really? someone w some writing talent stand up already

wheres that bitch nigga poc saturday with some real talk robotic style?

little werid wanna be motha fucka lets go

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Permalink Reply by Two Dead Meadows on June 8, 2012 at 12:33am

truly sad on all of your parts, someone stand the fuck up already... anyone

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Permalink Reply by Shane on June 10, 2012 at 1:07am

Not in rap form.

Picked up from the dirt this rusty shank

Being stuck with this is a must be fate

To the menace on this earth we must erase

From a dessension that led to dumping waste

I bring igneous activity leaving foes melted

Apotropaic is my spirit leading those held in

Being evil to people making me beat you

Reason me go to lethal raising this needle

 

 

Next Weapon: Dysentery

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