Fuck A Battle, Grab Ya Lyrical Ammo, Time For War

[AlerG]

quick dog grab me the extra clip
me and lyrics go together like my dick next to ya lip/
check ya shit, disrespect ya hit/
right upside ya nose bone, out the clone zone/
my ozone evolves around a stoned home/
developing a vicious voice with a crome tone/
i caught a bluff floatin in left field/
ya chest peeled, like my burnt white back, it's just skills/
take the rubber off raw fuckin hardcore/
realize you got more than what you bargained for/
try to touch the fuckin skills and get ya flesh ate/
the franchise, no lie, you die, look in my eyes straight/
massacre but i ain't seen no texas chainsaw/
arsenol comin for you is what your brain saw/
across the nation puttin bitches mouths to the curb/
fucked up like the spelling on that lasst word/
kickin proper hard vodka muthafucka who shot ya/
them 3 words start a beef and the 2 greatest get popped son/
can't it all be so simple as i flow to an instrumental/
switch the beat up i stop and pop potential/
mad skills drop skills for the clientelle/
sober now just imagine when i'm high as hell/
bustin rhymes like nuts out of a porno dick/
muthafuckas here this shit can't take no more of it/

where y'all at
bring ya skills
bring ya lyrical weapons
it's on now
hit em up

[So Much Style]

i bring the sepreme cliente like like ghostface/
so dont hate/
i replace every trace of dna in the state/
of N.M/
ladies watchin him walk in full out denim/
who? the never faker narrator/
comes staiter than ron jeremy with a bunch of laker/
girls/
or whores/
i swore on tour i'd get that bitch on the floor/
liike a carpet/
come into my market/
you get disovled like a carcus/
and part this, your stamina reatches the farthest/
about 1 minute at best/
you can contest/i put u to rest/
your blessed and whited out like you were crest/
and i rip you like a seam/
the mean lyrical machine/
brake your sleen/
if your messin with me/
cause i come dope as a blunt/
i run over smuts lijke a truck/
and im just a amatuer/
pull up the calamiter/
i slamm it to  ya/
so as you hear the crowd shout like dan foutes/
yo yo yo yo im out!

[Sikotic™]

You want a war/
This ain't no fender-bender/
I suggest you surrender/
I'll give you a reason why/
Cause not only will you die/
And in hell you'll fry/
But I'll make sure your children cry/
And no not cause they miss you/
Cause I'mma put so many holes in their bodies they gonna be see-through/
But unlike Hitler/
I'm not gonna kill a race of Jews/
I'mma blast away yo pregnant girl and let you watch it too/
And then when your in a paranoid state/
I'mma choose your death date/
You wanna know who I'm talking to/
I'm talking to AlerG and style if you ain't got no clue/
AlerG, your name suits you perfectly/
But you only last a season, and it will end shortly/
Style, you should change your name to jackin style/
Cause thats what you do/
There ain't a ounce of originality in you/
I'm callin all you cocksuckas/
I'm here to make Raukus/
I'm like 2 lyricists in one and y'all can't fuck with us/

[RAPQUAKE]

Im the front line soldier in a war between fakers/ one clown from some country town sayin they down wit the lakers//
makin shakers across the nation, all RAPERRS RE-ceivin amputation...//
to their TOUNGUEs, but i still remain,
cuz I rap until the burst of ma LUNGS, niggaz gettin slain,
and skaters gettin hit, faggots burn to death when they fuck with this shit,

I rip the best, and tear the MOST, burn the bitch niggaz who CLAIM but just CAINT FLOW//
insane rap skills just cant be measured, but i m dissed by weak cats sho cant STANd that i m better,
get off ma nuutz, and start juugglliingg, cuz when QUAKES IN DA HOUSE THA HEAAT KEEPS BUUUBLLIIINGG!!!!


hahahhahaa, yo i never post here, i was kinda bored rite now...PEACE OUUUTSSSIDDE!

[I drop rhymes (Guest)]

u want a war? have u wishn u never started
motha fucka ya wife an ya kids betta be guarded
god bless those that are dearly departed
cuz im takin each and all a yours
nigga imma slide the rug out from unda ya an have ya fall on swords
then take ya by the throat an hang ya by electrical cord
i dont play around in the battle rap arena
an never have ya seen a motha fucka meana
an imma do your girl like i do a blunt an steam her
now when i bump this in ya subs ya betta bounce
an when i smoke you a gram.. betta smoke me a ounce
an only the last motha fucka standn counts
like on sesame street ill school u real easy
an it aint my fault ya girl gave me some.. shes mad sleezy
she said "damn ya shits of the heezy"
fo sheezy
nigga get back
imma stay rappn on this shit till my fingaz turn blue an black
nigga fuck wit me ya know ya hearn clack clack
told u not to fuck wit my stack so now i gotta lay ya out on this battle back track
when i rhyme the shit i say is irreversible
ill slay ya ass like a knight callme percival
my shits mad versatile
an i know u tried that witchcarft but my lyrics is uncursable
now when i flow u know im the first to kill
these weak ass rhymes ya leavn.. way worse that ill
motha fuck sit back an just chill
while i show yall cats how these frestyln wars are won
actually fuck that motha fuckaz im done
4 -3   ONE

peace

[AlerG]

you talk about witch craft, i drink a 6-pack/
switch back given whiplash to that bitch ass/
fuck a rapist i'm faceless and tasteless/
which means i'll fuck yo bitch when i'm wasted, you face this/
lyrical genius, my shit ain't one season and gone/
12 months a year i got you bleedin it's on/
this whole westcoast board aint sick wit it man/
couldn't cum on point wit a dick and ya hand/
fuck that, i bust back on rough tracks, struck cats/
off guard, no time to react, no time to cut slack/
never written, always thought up near the keyboard/
shit that got emcees willing to cut and bleed for/
shit that got ya bitch down on her knees for/
them posts ain't shit, i'm talkin bout the past 3 whores/
when i said lyrical ammo, i meant the ruggedness/
look at the posts, think 2 myself, yo what the fuck is this/
wack emcees, make me wanna slap emcees/
come back wit packt gats and fuckin cap emcees/
my shit stay bumpin in the stereo mode/
you ain't wit it then stay outta the area code/

where yall at

[maxi-padz]

u say dis is lyrical war/
wat da fuck u waitin 4/
its maxi-paddy busten off a round/
east side melbourne puttin it down/
look up now its time to spot clown/
alerG da bigged actor off them all/
claimin he bucken shots but when steel flies he falls/
ay yo les bow down to da hoe/
sayen he a str8 up rapper/
cant even put shyt down on paper/
faggots ass niglet u a faker/
u like my mumz u a home maker/
but my mumz is dead n so iz u/
2 emty clips n i change da magazine/
rippen apart yo spleen/
nigga pull out yo rag ima rip it up/
pull out yo gunz ima fuck u up/
pull out yo dick ima cut it up/
nigga hoist yo flag sky high so i can shoot it up/
when it come to push n shove/
ima go get my gun n put on da black velvet glove/
ima say iz to name alerG u say yup/
den yo blood ends up in a cup/
yo braind on teh counter/
thats what u get for this encounter/
where starting to get into sum gangsta raps/
wit da assasin irish thug n maxi padz/

i aint on all ur level yet
so dun make me look stupid
fa realz
sup bdogg aint seen from u in hella long time
was crackin dowg?
im out peace
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[AlerG]

rippin maxi-pad in the back of a taxi-cab/
slash his back, burn em given em ashy scabs/
spitten them wack flows, out cha asshole/
fuck a gun, but the lyrics i blast those/
blast these, ass beats, for you wack emcees/
tracin disease everytime you get back on ya knees/
suck my dick with a rubber on, pull it out be4 i bust/
spray AlerG in cum across your face, you can't fuck wit us/
double personality like d12/
found this muthafucka a bed next to the sea-shells/
fuck a casket this punk got his ass kicked/
screamin for mama as my boot kicked and made em back flip/
i rise like gas prices, ask who's nicest/
bet you hear AlerG, while you be half lifeless/
i'm comin out with a public blow/
like that issue on suge and pac in the rolling stone/
where you at, scared to rap in the back/
ever since i grabbed the mic and showed your ass where it's at/
my rhymes prime example you just a sample, a small portion/
perfect example of what should've been an abortion/
ask ya slut moms or ya bitch dad/
ain't nobody got shit like this AlerG hid has/
futureistic, hard to figure out to a dipshit/
hidin in his room tryin on his sisters lipstick/
stop it be4 i cock it and drop it hardest/
you can't fuck with the greatest lyrical artist/

[ITW [the irish boy]]

hahahaha
maxi got a slut mom and a bitch dad?
dont think so u cocked back and you missed bad
u hit pad that means u hit me now i'll get mad
season in full flight? yeah right  take a bite
of the cake at your wake
maybe youll be forsaken
for the cocks in the ass that youve been taken
raking the garden for all the dead leaves
only the strong survive but not you
sorry no-one grieves
coz no-one needs
or even believes
the wack rhymes that you bring
have u anything real up your sleeves
try Askin Jeeves
i'll watch from from my perch
now go lil g its time to search

[maxi-padz]

u try n battle me haha now theres sumthin funny/
but then u bring in my mumz n my dadz/
watch yo back caus here comes that nigga maxi-padz/
pow pow is da sound when wack emcees fall to the ground/
yea nig i agree fuck a battle/
ima hand u a rattle/
u aint shit but a baby/
ima worser version of a black slim shady/
now uve pissed of my boy itw/
better back up homie coz we aint luvin u/
we comin for u/
quick dog grab me another clip/
ay yo nigga what is dat shyt?
da only clip u touch is da safety clip to hold up ur diaper or what we call a nappy/
remember da name maxi paddy

[I drop rhymes (Guest)]

im da real don
one in a million
sippn tequila like a mexican
clear a 8 foot bong
snatch ya girl thong
call me king kong when my rhyme is on
like a tickn time bomb
i go off at any second
catch ya momz on forty-second
ya whole crew im wreckn
after an 8 blunt session
they neva shoulda been steppn
to the white boy with the red eyes
first one steppn to my lead dies
motha fuck i smell french fries
what u workn at burger king
nigga its upsurd ta think
that i dont kill more than murder inc
an leave the bodies under the rink
weighn out grams in the bathroom sink
an my cocks all up in ya mamas pink
nigga u best not fuckn blink
or my gat goes clack clack clink

all yall are dead peace out