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eKardz:
rodzilla, my squads iller, than you and your little friend
you got little ends, gayer than a rainbow wit skittle gems
im known to cripple mens, drown you in the Bay you rep
hittin on me once again, cause you from the gayest set
you aint enraged me yet, son im just toyin wit you
bout to unleash a beast youngin, then what you gonna do
dont give a fuck what you been through, i just heard you was a squealer
not a big drinker, but still lick shots at chests like tequila
i send my best and i feel ya, these are some hard times
i can show you whose realer, but you got some hard rhymes
scar mines? never, you couldnt do that wit a pick axe
this is zilla in the club, Aye Yo where the dicks at?
when you see me on my dubs, you hear dude ask where the bricks at?
youd get your shit smacked, like usher, after confessions
my intentions, are clear, son im bringin you down
and if u had 448 grams in hand, you couldnt gimme pound
cause you aint on my level, and you prolly never will be
you bout as guilty as oj, but snitchin like fif-ty
you shifty, and duke you stay triflin,
on this board im ekardz, in the streets im mercury rising
you'll never catch me, witout my mercury, rising
and it gets so hot you feel the mercury rising
you good at disgusing, your style and flow
i read this page a few times, and i cant find both?
its time to make like grapes, and jam like ur toast
when i pull it out, the bullets shout, zillas a ghost
i will kill ya then boast, the feds will never question me
i got more stripes in the street than a fuckin referee
you testin me bitch, but this aint multiple choice
ill leave you wit multiple sclorosis after i crumple your boys
sounds like a jungle, the noise, all the screamin, stampeedin
when you run for your life, i see you on the streets then u leavin...

Dynamic:
This wack bitch spit some wack spit so i grab my gat spit and react quick cause he cant even rap... shit
Saw this wack nigga an started Droppin some Rhymes
U started talkin like u was already Ballin' to die
But chu' Fake, U nev' been on a Block wit a 9
or been Involved in some Crime, u Starvin to Ride
U dont have 'nuff paper in ya Pockets to Shine
ya Wallet is Dry, U aint on the grind, so gets Popped if u Try
U jus a Pussy actin hard, an now u Lost ya Disguise
Ima Squash u Nigga, u aint a problem to DY
When i Gets at u, ima make sure u aint Crossin the Lines (Chalk n police tape)
U gon' Wish u could make the barrel of my Revolver Rewind
Ima Release all the Thoughts from ya mind
an leave yo body lookin Retarded n Blind
Look in ya soul an see ya Life Lost in ya Eyes
Give u lots to think about as u infinitely comatose in ya Coffin inside

GEA..

DYNAMIC

ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
Authentic fightin for one last breath, dawg give it a rest
you done lost boy, nice try though, you gave it your best
last time you cheated like George Bush just to get a vote
this time it was all downhill as if you were on a san francisco slope
I tore your ass a new one boy, got stuffed completely
next time you're gonna need a fuckin genie to beat me
and eKardz, give it up, what you made you wanna step to me?
you mysterious while my name conceals my true identity
you fake, a phony, unreal although I reveal you as a verbal entity
ain't shit to me, I cook MC's for a living b, never givin out the recipe
I'll tear your ass up sweet cheeks, you better believe it
your rhymes is simple elementary weak, while mine stay collegiate!
I got a mouthpiece, basically it never closes
I keep flowin naturally like a thousand runny noses
I'm a boss in this game sonny, ure barely a hostess
your mouth stay open too, but only to take your daily dick dosage!
my rhymes spin your head like you taking pills until your brain melts n spills
give you major chills wit major skills but I'm heated like outdoor grills
I'm as real as it gets, suga free rhymes so I can never be sweet
from the street known to defeat geeks, I'm in this board's elite
I'm known to grind and masticate, bitch I'll end ure career
It's like a 'scary movie', yea faggot, a big dick in ure ear
I'm good at disgusing? I guess you callin me fake, wachu know about zilla man?
ask Authentic, niggaz that test me in the street wish they had a dental plan
your worth is nil, murder kill, I'm thrilled with your overdue death
there's nothing more left of you except for the garbage rhymes that you left
so who's next?

Dynamic:
Fuck a Slug, cause you Deserve a 'Tip', under the Earth in 'Six' (Hollow tip)(6feet)
Actin like u a thug nigga drug deala, but u wouldnt Hurta thing
You not a thug, a Barbeque Grill is what u thinkin a Burna is
ur a fake, jus a Suburban kid researchin shit how Urban's Live.
Cops in my Pocket like Fifty got, so All of the Circles Linked
Not even with a couple Warrants could they Search my Crib
Write wit an Acid-tip pen, so when MC's bite it, they die by Murder Ink
End you as fast as Unit did to all the cats that was Signed to Murder Inc
Im Superb wit this, the way my Verbals emurge from spit, im Murderous
Dont give a fuck bout ur feelin's,Fam,Funeral or any ur Personal shit
Trust me ur Worthless, cause Dying for nothin is what ur Purpose is
Ud be a Bitch in All-male prison like a Virgin Bitch wit' a Fertile Clit
I choose if u have the Worth to live, as if im workin with a Surgeon's Gift
Like Mase Changin his name, i go Berserk an Flip, back to Murda Quick
Murderin' like G-unit Forcin Murda-Ma$e to come out the Church an' Lynch
u Fake an u Poor, diss u so hard ud probably try an Take me to Court
Dont care Ur new Bloods here cause its goin Straight to the Morgue
Wherever they Containin ur Corpse,get the point; My Patients is Short
Trust, U not gunna get IT even though you Starvin for Beef
Cus you gon Bite the Dust like thats ur favorite Artist Emcee
Zilla Wouldnt be Street Related even if he Married the Hood
Shit, aint no comin back cause he jus' got Buried for Good


DYNAMIC

authentic:
rod i dont understand why u think u won..two other dudes jumped on here and shitted on u..for all i know they didnt like ur rap.

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