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Watahhh Campionship: Primo-suspects vs. Maxi-padz

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Tecknine:
Stepping up to the m-I-c after 10 Kahluas\
Lyrically turning punks to Stone like Madusa\
Spittin' ill knowledgeable shit like Confusious\
Nevermind Maxi-pads, you couldn't get pussy if you were an 8 pack of douches\
I Spit game like my name were "monopoly"\
Freakin' your girl, Just Like A Nastradomus Prophecy\
Im sicker than a biological Weapon , Speadin' Flesh eatin disease\
My gangsta philosophy ,reminds me, of Socretes\
I break Emcees,so easily ,they falls to the knees and freeze\
My Louisville Slugger Hits your cranium till your brains look like blubber\
5-0 After me like on the Show ‘New York Undercover'\
Your homicide enrages your Mother,Brother,and your Lover\
Sign of relief when you moms discovers that you didn't Suffer\

Aight maxi no more fuckin around.......

I drops bomb shit like Cruise missiles on Slobedon mil-o-so-vic\
Don't trip,I rub up on ya girlfriends clit, gets all or-gas-mic\
Think about the construction of my punch lines and metaphors\
You can't ignore even with Earplugs my shit bangs harder than before\
That's why I moderate, to defeat you and to humiliate\
Losing is your ultimate fate, with theses lyrics I demonstrate\
You claim to be a maxi pad but you never seen a bitch ovulate\

maxi-padz:
this should not be me.....
i will psot as soon as it is definite i am supposed to battle
coz if u look at the image
den im in da fina
doesn worry me
but i dun wan fuck up da roatation
this will be the grand final anywayz
whoeva winz this iz the winner in my eyez
peace
~1~

Tecknine:
Ill post a new one again then to keep it going

maxi-padz:
naw jsut hold up
do u want me to spit anywayz
i got no problemz

maxi-padz:
my acid spitz caus catostropic hitz dat sink ur battle shipz n make u slit yo wristz/
ur doomed coz i was born in the bottom of hellz pitz, wit devilish spitz as i re write the 'supposed' scriptz/
read my fucken lipz i am rippen up this nigga in da lyrical conflictz/
im hacken out hiz chest wit ice pickz, and replace his intestinez with hunkz of my shitz/
as i rip primo to bitz, ifucken slice of his dick and proclaim dat pansies like u were meant to be born wit clitz/
coz my rhymez hit u like a fist take ova yo body like a cancerous cist as primo is next on my hit list/
im frippen this belt i aint gon let it slip, now im back with a vengeance to slap another muthafucken clip/
shooten lyrical mortars off at the lip causen primo to commit a fucken aratic back flip/
witness shotz from ur lyrical cannon but they missed as i grab yo head wit ferocity n snap it with a twist/
who da fuck iz primo suspect ima tha fucken rhyme kind call me c'sar, ill crack yo fucken head open with a chrome coated crow bar/
from a far u will see me rip open yo fucken car wit an infa red lasar/
to wipe out yo azz from these lyrical scryptures with an erasar/
sting u with my taser, as i make up fo lost ground caus im sinisterly extreme/
this time im spitten shyt dat putz a knife thro yo arsehole and fucken impregenates yo spleen/
gimme a fucken crown called mr mean, caus when i twist ur head off ur shoulderz its clean/
we have a board of witnesses for ur murder scene, im killen fucken everything u throw between/
caus when u test my sikotik mentality u better not bribe the voterz n get me on a minor technicality/
yes i have dished off another verbal fatality with my punchuality (punctuality)/
coz my immortality crushez yo brain into 2 fragmentz of split personality as u witness automatikz lyrical bruatlity/
mane my sikopathik personality commitz acts of beastiality on ur corpze as ur fucken FAGGOT ASS ENTERZ THE REALM OF MY BATTLEN REALITY//

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