Skillastic vs. Lord Anubus

[Skillastic]

<Skillastic>
<<  Don't turn around ask how many niggaz did i kill
Enough to make these bitch niggaz head open spill
Enough to make eminem walk in Christina's high heels
enough to to turn snoop doogg into straight road kill
Skillastic tha new disaster
make u run to tha paster
askin "won't u say a prayer to make him die much faster"
outlaster
i' m mean everlaster
for tha living impared
make gay nigga's like Anubus wanna comb hiz hair
don't stare or you'll be frozen straight stuck in time
I'm Medusa
But i'm so pretty that yo girls half mine
outta time i'm gettin sleepy
now yo eyez get weepy
got chu duckin under yo coverz like a indian tepea!!!!

 >>


Lamar ya just straining ya pen-again, so humor me and please-me, stuck my
foot up ya ass so you can produce temberland-feces//
sun i've done fucked mother nature so even the weather-cant-beat me// cause i
place bullet holes in ya gay leather-pants-sweetly//
so come on bitch bring ya hollow-nines, and fallow-mines// cause my rhymes
swallow-minds, of all kids at collombine//
ill rip ya arms and legs vertically, when ever you say ya hurtin' me//
leave ya ass in surgery, cause any em cee that wants ta merge-wit-me, is just
a bitter planing and plotting pergery//
ill grab you by ya corn-rows, cause you can't come (cum) tight like bitches
in pornos// the wholes in my head bitch thats where the horns-go// they come
into place cause when i use them your torso's get torn-slow//
i can see you getting warm-though, cause you just got fucked like ya gay ass
aint never worn-cloths//
got you hearing my voice every time the storm blows//
the way i eat em cee's just aint normal, cause after skillastic fucked with
me he got left all de-formed-yo// ill spank skillastic, with ill-tacticks//
make him hit cart wheel backflips, on a goodwill matress// its still tradgic,
still saddness, when i think of how he got killed bad-with, and wrapped with
elastic// and ripped like weak-plastic// ill make you bust sweats, till you
upset//
cause you only rhyme on ya computer so like  the lakers your nothing
but-Net//

ps. thanks for being brave enough to step up to the beast, but leave now
cause after the feast he needs his sleep...

ha ha ha u thought chu wuz quick wit dat east coast shit
I'll put ma dick in ya mouth 2 fuck what chu talkin bout bitch
u call me gay but i wake up everyday wit a ak 2  spray 25 shotz and make
calgon take u away
plus i just fucked your girl in tha mouth down south while she screemed out
take it out itz 2 big  baby ouch then she passed out
what iz thiz
thiz nigga Anubis tha fake Canibus want's 2 step up and git git tampered wit
like Pamela Anderson's titz
I git pissed when i see a bitch like this try 2 dis but git baked  like
buttermilk bisquick
call me a net emcee u git slapped wit a map to show u where i left your
Skillastic poster at
we cuzin's and all but chu straight off tha wall to call me a bitch look at
your fuckin homosexual dog
i take a pause to catch half of the applause as u take a fall seeing that
your rhymez have fatal flawz
so when Skillastic come to your town u betta look around cuz when i c yo face
like titantic u know itz goin down!!!  

p.s. dry ya tearz even fake thugz cry ugit a second chance but against me I
have to denie to git a victory more practice iz what u need to survive but
don't blink an eye u might look tha wrong way and die!!

haha, i wont even play off ya rhymes, my gay dog layed off ya jock so why don't you lay off'a' mines//
it dont impress me when ya say ya spray off ya nines, cause i'll sever ya skull just ta take the wieght off ya mind//
till ya cant think proper and ya get lossed in ya house, now im tossin' ya out//
f*** slippen a glock in ya mouth, cause ya used to big objects and not coughin it out//
but ya looking a lil' skinnier with out my cock in ya mouth//
hot damn it, i plot damage, your not savage but ya got handed/ and got stranded, like white tourists in mexico that forgot-spanish//
ya past wack, to the point of being ass crack/ ya gangsta shits all fiction, bitch-then, wheres the facts at//
cause you holding gat stacks, is like chealsey clinton yellin' "EWW GURL WHERE DA BLACKS AT?!?"//
ya style ain't snoop doggish or pit bullish, its bullshit, and chow chow// i'll beat you, eat you, and treat you like bow wow//
so after i defeat you, my style will prod you and poke you till the blood seaps-through/ and ya ponanie juices leak-through, ya g-string/cause we aint peaceful, when we bring/ these lyricks this evening//
you just got fucked like horny-toads, with ya corny rows//
ya make me laugh cause ya look lil romeo, act like a punk and get smacked like a boney-hoe//
you throwing duds while im kickin' darts//
so imma let the whippen-start, on this fake ass A.J. from 106 and park//

P.S. dont be streesed, no ones ever been able to beat-this, so take me penis, and it this, like tube steaks and beef sticks//