Indo~G vs. Spicemuthafuc*in1 Round 2

[Spicemuthafuc*in1]

uh oh indo~g is just unstoppable
i guess he cant be stopped on the mic? right? is it impossible?
nah, don't be fooled by the facade he drowns you in, dude's a liar
this clown never tells the truth, it'll take alot more than Game to take you higher
than me, i make it hard for ya to breathe on sight
like your head was covered in a plastic bag, now you suffocating, you aight?
ha ha i thought it was over, until i heard all that loud talk
now he got me fired up and im gonna run through his ass like I was Marshall Faulk
Looney ass, toony ass, cartoon character ass imposter
im serving you like a waiter, you need more than yourself to go against me like a whole roster
or better yet a whole motherfuckin army
lyrically with the verbals theirs nothing you can say to harm me
maybe ill hook you up with a dime bag of bliss
maybe you write better when your high, hopefully to go against this
Im super like the Sonics, got you spinning like your off gin and tonic
with me its always chronic, i smoke i don't drink much, i got purple and i flaunt it
in this cup i got that bright blue stuff that make ya blush
in the other cup i got that sticky shit that gives your head a rush
im always equipped for war like a soldier, i love to battle
rock you with lyrics hard enough to make your ears shake and rattle (haha)
like jayo felony i flow like i got a fuckin gun to my head
your better off dead, than fuckin wit me , cause i havnt been affected by anything you've said
Im not on your level, un comprehendo
i don't really understand that, your on my dick, like some cheap ass, whore ass rental
so back up like a semi is in your way
when the ak's fire, they penetrate your skin and burn you flesh until you bleed
Ive gone psycho like no other ever could
turn your body into splinters almost like you were made of wood
these metaphors slide off the mouth so easily
never run out of vocab, Im a never-ending dictionary
goddamn i shouldn't be allowed to rap, its not even fair
one thing that's certain indo~G aint in spice's stratosphere
like Trish stratus you after this ass cause you's a fag
stop rapping to cover up your real occupation, this is just too sad

i hit ya with the hi-tek, gangsta track, gangsta boogie
my raps are so authentic this aint fiction like the movies
but i gets heated like friction, and deliver the sick notions
give you a dose of my skills, but never the whole potion
fuck with me and you bleed internally, sadistically
i cause havoc and i mobb deep like a ruthless mobster runs the streets
i cant be crossed or solved like jig-saw puzzles
do the world a favor indo and cover your fuckin mouth with a muzzle (ouch)
your annoying and simple minded like paris hilton and nicole ritchie
congrads for pushing me and getting owned on the mic by a true g (hahaha)
i spit ruthless and abusive/
my raps overwhelm ya with Confucius/ (ohhhh)
your not in my league/
are skills don't match up, Im superior don't ya see/
I'll split your wig and leave your noodles on the car seat
and fire like missiles aiming up high at your face and down to your feet
usually i never miss the targets i aim at
and im aiming for indo, not pretendo, Im gonna lay ya flat
face up, flat on your back, suffering from my verbal attack
the onslaught which left you distraught now can you deal with that
this is lyrical murder better yet a verbal homicide
indo~g cant answer 100 bars, its just too many rhymes
Im hard too see like the seams of a fastball
like Mac drizzle said life can be tough like black top basketball
especially when one is to battle spicemuthafuckin1
never any hesitation when Im grabbing under the seat to get the gun
I shouldn't even bother firing from the chamber
cause indo's fake like plastic surgery, and he poses no danger
Im battle tested like a true champion
paid my dues, small in body, big in heart like Allen Iverson
no time to get tired, cause shits only starting
on the mic Indo~g constantly getting played like's he's Atari
my rhymes are smart, possibly not the smartest
but my flow's the smoothest, and at the same time the hardest
versatile like a man that can do it all
my object is to drop 50 every time i ball
and stack ends as tall as sky scraping buildings
destroy all mind frames with my obscene vocabulary
and jot down victims on paper like their ideas
indo is as the top of that list, cause i just ended his career (oohhh)


man this aint nothing this is just a little preview of what im gonna do to indo~g , ohhh boy it aint nothin to a boss 

[Dynamic]

Spicemuthafuc*in1??? 

I Live the revolution Quick execution sick neck contusion,
from my lyrical fusion, this bitch has confusion, vexed from delusion
im guna keep on shootin, and cause another family reunion
n gon keep on cloncludin and keep on intrudin as long as we keep on feudin
Drop them drugs u bin usin. Or u gunna keep losin Hope ur ready for a bruisin, cause im guna keep on cruisin.
this spice-girl shoulda second guest before he gon press, because he probably got no Ice on his Chest. Leave an X sliced on his chest
Im like a taxidermist that has a thurmus cause im afta ya head,
so fuck all ur chadda u said, so we back ta packin the lead
U not a rappa u actin like an ACTA INSTEAD
Bitch wacker than Bill and ted, scuse me if i spill some lead to fill his head. Damn i don kill this kid.
Everybody knows that u smoke crack. Quote that. or are u too slow cat?
u mad cause life short handed you. Ur preception of life is slanted dude. Soon as i rattled ur name u shoulda just canned it fool.
Im a python, Fuck u an the dirt shit u High from, why front
Times up Rhymes done got a Mask Nylon, My Gun ona Dry Run Try Run, Guys Done, Die son I won

spice aint nothin but a bitch ass niggette
and I already smoked ya ass like a cigarette
you can try thinkin I gon quit
u can die thinkin I gon miss
but keepin ur eyes on the ice on my wrist
so the prize is a slice on ur chin
look up, ask why an christ gon flip
u must be high check the size of my wits
act tough an ur shot sly as you die in a ditch
surprised cause im wise an' a crip
You think anyone cries for the heist of a snitch
no lie u wont survive with a hitch
No one will arive to revive this fuckin bitch
spice replies and he tries then IM GUNNIN BITCH
Not Outta time n outta rhymes so IM NOT DONE with THIS
My rhymes make spice-one Twist his Tongue
His rhymes so wack i wonder where he Giits his From
Your as intelligent as your IQ, Which is NONE!
He talkin bout hoes an bitches, while his Sis is one
An you laim ur Tough but u Isnt Thug.
think ur the illest but Listen son..
You jus some faggot ud be a niggas Prison fun
While u get strapped down an done up ya Midgit bum
gets yaself raped again right after his Stitches done
in thurs the only place u get somethin when Christmis come
You scuured when u see me, only Bitchis run! (YEAH)
ima catch u beat u down make u start Pissin blood
talkin like u from the Hood but u dont Exsist in one (WHAAT!)
u got a vest but when i shoot ya it aint Resistin none
last thing u gon see is my Blitzin Gun
hit u in ya temple wit a Precision slug
I wont stop shootin till ur body is Crisp n Done!
spice is Wack an white, Hermaphrodite
Skinny lil Anorexic bitch wit a lack of Appetite
Talkin shit through his Macintosh, toatin those Plastic Glocks
Wit all that Trash he talk, The Gay community gon be sufferin a Tragic Loss(YEAH)
Lyrically Im Compaired to a Rabid Shark,
Cause im Leavin massive Damaged Caused
when i spit Acid Raw through these Savage jaws
Slugs through ya Chest so FUCK what ya cheap ass Jacket Cost
Ima even keep Blastin off, blastin Rapid shots in ya Ragged Corpse
so when yo Soul burnin' in hell u can feel the Afta-shock
When ur ass is gone,Ur Faggot thugs gon ask if ur Death was set up, or Sabotage
Im gon goto yer Funeral, but be at the Back of Course,
while ya Crack-head moms suckin on my Magic Rod
Damn Bitch wish u was alive to see that i got more game than Magic John (Magic Johnson)
All ya family suprised ur death wasin Suicide, But it was Bona fied
as a Homicide,but in this case, a homo died so it was called a Homo-cide
Shoot my bullets so fast like they was already Evidence
Cave ur dome and leave you DEAD like the Presidents (Dead Presidents)
I flow and slaughter wit perfection and elegance
an murder on any bitch that be benevalent.
I opperate on my own set of etiquette
ya see?
yall bitches heads jus full of irrelivent Gelitons
it takes somethin more than rage an Intellegence
to get away wit turnin ur enemies to ash an Skeleton
You like fast cars huh? well your about to be "Gone in 60 seconds"
cause i brought all my nifty weapons
now im on that Tip speed wettin
blow ur pad up like a shifty Zeplin
an make this fuckin bitch see heaven
Murder spice, he doesnt even Have a Chance
cause im gunna drop on him like an Avalanche
only time he claps is when he claps his hands
so I play some Fat Joe wit my gats in hands
shoot at him for fun make him lean back an dance
kill him then fly over seas an laugh in France.
MOTHAFUCKA u should Learn to rhyme
or put ya face back in ya moms an Return ya mind
Cause my 12 shots gunna Reserve ya spine
U so retarded u couldnt even Work a 9. (9mm)
U can rhyme all u want but u wont Earn a Dime. (SHIT)
U jus an Office nicca in a Shirt n Tie
u couldnt compare to any Word of mine
Im as vicious as every Verb i rhyme
commercial rap is worthless, every Verse i shine
Shine so bright my Persona blurs or blinds
Cant comprehend my style, then Reverse, Rewind
so get ya ass back on the Curb an Sigh
Cause ur nothin but an Urban Lie. (YEA)
Bitch u hardly Worth my Time
u couldnt serve me if i was first in line. (YES!)
U the type of bitch to run in a Church an Hide (Like MASE, WHAAT!)
My flows as lethal as Turpentine (WHAT!)
My acidic spit burns ya eyes
and mufucka I got a thirst for lives (WHAT!)
Murk u, put u in a Hearse an Drive
take ya life, cause whats yers is mine
dump u in the dirt where the worms reside.
ur underground now,but 6feet below the earth inside
I dont care how u 'flow' an disperse ya lies
but before u speak to me go Rehearse ya lines
im the reason niccas like u FLOP befo the Curtains rise.



WHAAAT!! IMMA KEEP RIPPIN YOU WORSE AN WORSE, KEEP TRYIN TO FRONT, GET KILLED!! I TOLD YA WACK ASS RHYMIN IS LIKE BREATHIN TO ME!

[Dynamic]

I only need to read ya 1st line 'uh oh indo~g is just unstoppable' u cant believe my style hommie, All my shit is legit. Spice is jus a cock suckin lil bitch faggot mother fucker. fuck outta here with that dissin shit u on biatch. I got mad niggas givin respect everywhere i go, everywhere i flow, so sall good. I flow in a studio on saturdays an u probably jackin off to gay porn.
HAHAHAHAHAHA, this is as simple as i get,
YOUR DEAD.






Indo G- I landed caused panic, I planned it, its a tactic to clap these faggots wit semi automAtics; Im a demi-god n rAppin.

[Dynamic]

What biatch! Im ready for round 3 motherfucka

could we get some votes?

[Fuck Your Existence]

What biatch! Im ready for round 3 motherfucka

could we get some votes?

does there really need to be one?lol..no disrespect Spice but dude had it locked from bar one. Indo>

[Tay]

vote: Spice

[g unot]

indo g killed this shit

[Dynamic]

indo g killed this shit

i know i fuckin killed the nigga riped tha shit raw

["THE" MoSav]

Spice came with better metaphors and more creative shit.

[BuddenzNasir]

dynamic raps like a kid who reads rhymezone.com it seems like...nice rhymes but nothing special, but still murked the hell out of Spice

[Sanford - V. President of the Dangerous Crew Movement]