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***tha7th v.s maxi-padz***

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maxi-padz:
i jsut couldn wait to deflate ur bitch ass as u TRY and step up to the plate/
watchen ur lyricz is like a 24 hour telethon, and im gonna have to end it with a bomb/
BOOOOOM shit get the bomb squad, maxi'z lyrics jsut tore out this niggaz quad/
now u cant walk, as i pound ur head into white chalk to a swuawk....FAWK/
as i light up a ciggarette, ima fucken slap u sum respect, as i tear into ur intellect/
what had u come to epect, asken me to a battle HAHA nigga now u think u rhymen like a vet/
i got u caught in my net, as im bout to plan an advance/
shoot verbal bulletz at yo feet n make u fucken dance/
to tha crowdz raves n rantz, u see my knife and u shit ur fucken pantz/
at a first glance u good but at a second to me u aint shit but a few fucken piss antz//

i couldn wait
i needed to write again
thats a continuation from my last spit

ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
::)

Muthafucka who u kiddin?
No hope 4 u 2 eva maintain the skills i posess/
Im da knight u my damsel in distress/
Never the less my text alwayz stays on permanent press/
Im beatin u so bad even yur sentences suffer from stress/
U fuckin Aussie/
I see yur fear/
Calm down get yur self a drink/
Or should I say go get a FOSTER'S Australian 4 beeeer/
If u eva see me in tha aussie land you better take another route/
Cause attackin muthafuckas onsite is wat im about/
I make you dizzy with my Krayzie motion..../
....that moves faster than Michael Johnson/
Choke you from behind till you taste your own bile/
Take u 2 tha bathroom & splatter your brains against tha tile/
U see, u just Cant C me mon/
Im tha7th phenomenon/
Ill slap u dead wit my palm/
Ill blow u up like tha Pentagon/
Ill kick yur ass & bury u like yur name waz Vietnam....

maxi-padz:
im fucken take u out wit the sound of my gun click, my punches connect wit ur jaw as i make u suck my dick/
u cant even threaten this memba of tha csn clique, im fucken u ova quick/
wit a flick of tha switch, my guns locked on to ur ass and leaven u buried in a ditch/
my rhymes so fucken quick they give u a stitch/ hit ur eye drumz to hard they burst coz im high pitched/
u havent even shon, and my rhymes crash thro u like a hi jacked plane thro the pentagon/
ur defenses weaken as u have to send out a distress beckon/
coz my lyrics demand thinking, and if u were a lyrical battleship u r now sinking/
u will have to contemplate, my shit coz with this lyrical .44 i wont hesitate/
ur way to late, ive ripped u to peices aight hold up fucken wait/
in the mass debate, ur getten crucifixed, for fucken up tha mix/
u cant even test these satanic based psychosematik lyricz/

hurry up n reply
caus im bout to fucken blow up
~1~

ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
CSN? Fucc dat, u battlin a TCG/
#1 stunna is who I be/
Im every fuckin thang from A to Z/
It's time 2 take da dick outta yo mouth cause yur isolated like bali/
I aint no outback muthafucka like u, Im tha tha Lord of killa kali/
Stop actin all hard, cauz it makes u look wack/
U neva busted no gat, All youve eva busted is CRAP/
Yur suppose 2 be tha top lyricist, but I aint seen shit/
From now on I declare u my fuckin pet/
4 gods sakes, stop embarrasin yurself, Just Forfit.........

maxi-padz:
u CLAIM to be hard, but my assaults BURN u and leave u CHARRED/
coz u have let down ur guard and ur life has been SCARRED/
from my lyrical bombard, i DISCARD of ur rhymes and slap u into a FRENZY like a fucken RETARD/
with NO regard, to ur safety i pull my TRUMP card and DISSregard defense as u r FORCED to lower ur guard/
i have a new mission, to STRANGLE ur neck into SUBMISSION/
im killen yo whole fucken army DIVISION with this one lyrical INCISION/
from my SATANIC vision of me rippen u to shreds and starting my OWN military RELIGION/
coz im bLINDED by the light, but i will SNAP ur back tonight/
with my heart fulla SPITE,  i impale tha7th ona GODDAM SPIKE/
and then comes ur corpse proclamation, coz my PUNCHES send u back into rehabilitation/
ur body will SUFFER death and MUTALATION, when my lyrics hit u in the head with DEVASTATING penetration/
ill have u panting like 3 ASTHMATICS, put together when i bomb u with ACCURATE logistic mathmatics/
maxi-padz a.k.a tha AutoMAtikAssassin CHOPPEN u down with semi AUTOMATIKZ/
with MURDEROUS TACTICS, dat have u doen ECSTATIC ACROBATICS/
but SPLITTEN ur mind now u mumblen like SPAZTIKS, and i strap u with 7 pounds of EXPLOSIVE plaztiks/
i turn u to elaztics, make u spin on an axis from HITS from my swinging battle AXES/
now im comen HARDER and FASTER,  i break everybone in yo body n cover u in PLASTER/
coz my spitz is like a heated BLASTER, im a lot mo NASTIER/
ur eyez start to drop ,as u getten SHOCKED, cocked and pussy whipped ROCKED/
caus my guns are loaded n they LOCKED on their target/
now BOW DOWN to ur SUPERIOR seargeant, caus the smell of ur rotting corpse isnt pleasant/
i guess my lyrics were just to HARD CORE, caus u couldn handle this unsustainable gore/
of me doen this shyt FUCK THA LAW, ur ass jsut got hacked up and served on a platter RAW//

i dun think there is a need for me to drop another rhyme
peace
~1~

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