Some old shit

[Typeo]

Posting some old battles.


Stuff some pop rocks up your ass and mix with a coke Enima
watch you actually blow some shit like Pearl Harbor did in the Cinema
I spit a horrific style of mixtures that devistate your dyslexia
got you reading backwards without the medical condition, complexin'-ya
gotta use small text cause you tryin' to make other aspects look bigger
elevation? who falls next, looks like him, while I just bounce back a Tigga
T I Double G ER, get you pissin' in your skirt, a Gladiator in a Red Thong
only way to blow up is with a vent like Marylin, hold weight? only with a led song
watch ya implode, explode, corode, n' flitter away in the wind a Zeppelin
About as lame as Sea Monkeys, Just Add water to me and I'm out like the Gremelin
such a Simpleton, I expected more, Take the Escelator not the Stairs
this is some bullshit man, did you save the Best-For-Later? should the next Beware?
Doubt it, No Doubt, I get you more confused on your music than Gwen
ya got a list of problems, no Courage, no Mind, and no Heart a man of Tin
a Wireless Plan with no service, all Roam, no Doom, this boys shinin' with fake Chrome
Got this fool Travelin' State Wide to try to better himself like the Travelocity Gnome
when he deficates it dosn't even float, even though his verse is porus like Foam
Wearing Ruby Incrusted Panties trying to slap your balls together to go home

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yo afro sama, I put your ass in trama
pull the plug, tell your death to your mama
at a Glance I put you into a Trance of a Llama
I bring the gore humor and drama, like madonna
but a lil less stripping, like you do on the corna
you ain't stuck in the corner, but you a Jack Horna
suckin' on things other than thumbs n' plumbs
looks like it, you can compare it a human made tums
dum dum dum dum, I rip it up and still need some
you're old hits never seem to hit, its kinda dumb
I transverse to a new pattern that Titans are from
you stuck with the midgets, hobbits, right height with gums
man gets humped by more men than Pam An Vaginas
I ain't here for Minors, I am that lifa, not a two Tima
you just a rhyma, tryin' to equal out to the master
I spit it faster, spits that last, butterfly disaster
beautiful in the end, but chaotic when times bend
like Katrina formin' over your house in mid day
But its ok go outside, it won't hurt, go on kid play
No need for dismay, I'll take care of you till help comes
Slice up your tendons, and stab through your ear drums
Cut off your eye lids, hang you on some hooks
its not what it looks, I know what I'm doin', I got books
start slicing up your stomach running your orgins out
set them up in order around the room in a route
keep you alive watch the deadly poison begin to cruse
internal begins to bruse, all your begging I refuse
no quick death for you, it'll take weeks for you to pass
I'm that sick, that twisted, you just a punk ass
trying to last, man you shatter like glass
see right through you, and I don't need to be crass
'I'm the shit so I walk on toilet paper'
You barely exist, you float away with vaper.

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this kid might say hes a dragon but you have no heart
the apocolypse to the rebirth, killing an imitations start
I can see you're gettin to the point of a Manik Depression
cause his laughs are for a home alone Paniced Expression
eratic compression the way I break n' leave no Impressions
hard to connect when you're a thug posin' with cats on your neck
MC Hammer junkie using parachute pants when you wreck
you're just a usless peice of shit like a jammed up Tec
this is what happens when you can't spit and fire direct
I destroy you in every aspect of this battle in dilect
Try to compete, boy just try to come with somethen new instead
your verses I dread, I wouldn't even torture the dead
would rather give them death, the fourth horsemen here full tread
pestelince and famine begin to bring down this fake anti-christ
put his feet hands and nuts in vise covered in ticks and lice
show him how to destroy the competition but nice
for those who didn't stand chance, I call em blind mice
not even rats to help spread the plague I give life
forsaken creature meets Chaos's blades not knifes
projected words lash with chains from my tongue
you're just a beatle in dung, I'm a demon colleting lungs
Its just that simple, tidal wave to ripple, a slave n' cripple
misplaced crack addict gettin' hits in a gay rave off a nipple
forgotten and broken hes cum covered and unspoken
boys run up after and poke-em, not awake but still cock-smokin'
hes just a homo's beanbag, just look at tec and mike goin'
they start humpin' and flowin' from their genitals string cheese blowin'
stdz and aids from butt fucks, can barely walk with a crutch
he drops pants and jacks off to a picture of a bananna bunch
but this is just a start, we havn't even gotten close to lunch.

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TU, the only emcee able to grapple with himself in the morning
afternoon, night, well anytime that he feels the need for performing
thinking that if he rubs in the protien it will begin to start absorbing
all the crabs run for the prepubesent hairs when his darts pouring

hes self conforming, hand has that shape that a fat mans ass shapes
on couches and bedframes that mold, a what not to do classroom example
his punches gape just like his anal ring, wears a maxipad if hes out of tape
the mongolian elephant trample to old cival war reinactment retirees that ramble

when his time comes hes on his knees begging incoherent mumbling
it looks like he thinks he can finally be smooth with rock tumbling
he can't make full lines, no wonder why he sucks ass at tetris
I'll show you how to look big, here fill out the Imperial in with Metrics*

Even running around like a headless chicken I still leave all decapitated
or cut open heads like cantalopes and make you eat your own brain
hanibal with my canabalistic tendencies while I jerk off with your membrain
its the exact opposite of the N O, all his punches have been evacuated

must be those hick breatherin' to Bush, his only chance to take action
lips move like vaginal contractions, spittin' up bloody pus discharge
gettin' rides on the garbage barge, the king of the hill in the seagel faction
built a lego city playin' king kong, his dick the maden distressin, the lego man so large

Gets stuck in the Cupped hand like a retard with a Chinese Finger Trap
a baby finger has a better chance at standing out to a stripper on your lap
boys not even fat and he can't see anything hanging unless its lingering dog crap
showed him up his first time now hes a Ja Rule tryin to comeback with the Clapper*

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boy says it's Manik Mike, seems more like a Paniked Tike
a pampers big boy, titanic, collision course hitting my atlantic spike
hes in a frantic hike, climbing as fast he can up the ladder
I make MC's scatter, you make them gather to rip and tatter
you're a school grade toilet paper, sand scrapper a anal-hole raper
when he begins he turns to vaper, becomes a 'thanks for contending placer'
one of those nice organizations that gives him a medal for trying
but hes barely climbing, you even seen Noobs who are complying
you can't deny that you suck kid, you just a few too levels below me striving
you'll be doubled by bein' FUCKed over Lewd Violeted and Obliterated
never noticed the signs up 'Come see the Crued Annilated MC Demonstrated'
cause I'm the destructive force thats the Big Bang ten folds over
should a had ya whole crew write their best n' have sex with a four leaf clover
give yourself a chance to connect with punches and sentences
go catch a leprechaun be one of those Lucky Charm kiddy Menaces
hell go hook up with Lil Filp and have him give you a host a biters
what to say, none of ya'll had a chance against the ILA ghost writer
a bunch of Microphone Reapers that can't even keep up with my Death
Beyond the Apacolypse ya'lls job turns to drama replayin' us Macbeth
praying your final words in breath fall upon ears on souls lurking around Deaf.

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I take hold the mic like a scythe to reap your life
I'll be kind, drop the weapon and let you keep ya knife
no need to disarm the boy, he needs every bit of help
like causing harm to a toy, easy pickings no fit or yelp
just busts to pieces like his verses you'd think he was reices
lines that are leases, pays out of purse n' all realness ceases
can't say you were a challenge, but BFOs pretty lame
boys on a towel-binge, like groopies do 50, on you I put the blame
killing the rap game with writings so weak and meak
I cause cataclismic connections that hit peak so sheek
Tec, about as believable as the look-a-like Big Foot Outtakes
so knowledgable hes the equivilant of russian Migs Shooting At-Tanks
Me the Sidewinder blowing up more shit than him givin' Milk Shakes
nothing for him seems to hit, must be those Soy Silk Fakes
Lactose intollerant more like Lacks-Most Intellegence
No heat even if his mouth was a Tech, hes all Blanks no Malevolence

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what is this, Loaded to the brinks of the bank I throw out this skank
flip out his overaries, stuff them in his brain, now he can lay some eggs
maybe give birth to somethen other than some prewritten n' start with a blank
shit like this makes me sick, hes like a parapalegic but able to use his legs
cause he seems to have skill, but all I see is a bitch that can't get up the hill
I think I can I think I can, well fuck you can't, must be too much cum filled
stomach gets pumped now you wonder how did he get so white inside?
why did I let him in when half his verse was about god and how he don't bide?
makes me wonder why I even give chances to bitches
I switch up a flow to go slow and yet quick like flipping switches
bounce on his head, watch as it gets crushed into my tread
shoulda never come up and just turned tail and fleed
Should just hit the quit button and not come back again
shouldn't of dared to begin cause this isn't a game no regin
this is life, get slashed out and you won't come back in a new
no buddhist, no ghandi, nothing to be like us of a few
you get struck out like a rock was thrown and you swing
now your bats broken, can't be spoken, hit in the lyrnx with a Ping
yeah golf club, I go Casey Jones on your ass and make Turtle Soup
crack the whip and I have this boy doing circles jumping through loops
its like a Hippie from the Vietnam War supporting the Troops
its just not what is, just not what could be, what you see
like this kid not on his knees, seems hes proposing somethen...but it ain't for free....

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let me start off with some flatulance
this is how I know my Terrance
with phillip's head jabed on his dick
trying to see if its tootsie pop, how many licks
with a phillips head jabbed in each eye socket
can't see, can't breath, can't even try n talk it
its too far lost, my words bring a hollocaust
so low in his crew hes still gettin' salads tossed
a ill raised race, some lil kids sayin' they praised n' graced
is he two faced? is his shit weak but laced?
like weed with angel dust, begin to corrupt and combust
corrode and mangle your vertabre, a husk, but weak with rust
now trying to stand, fall, feel the bones waste away to sand
skins instantly deep black, cancer as if you've way over tanned
its this sickness, leaving not a witness
you could say relentless, its just the fact you're defenseless
yeah your a mess G, seriously, what the fuck...Urameshi?
are you a mesh of idiots?, heads in a duffle bag like Joe Peshi
then stab you in your throat with my ball point
for me first round? shit what worse way can you apoint
the ending, bye bye, like Therogood with his last joint
throw you off the bridge, even that splatter made me cringe
and I don't mean your remains, but your verse and what it contains
its like you are on a lyrical binge, stuck up faucet but still it drains
keeps taking away, best just put it away
cause its not always happy trees Bob Ross portrays
its now a scene where your body is begining to decay.


8 Battles, you decide.

You can read any one you want, they're each in there own. Many people have said I've done better, but hey, I only do as much as I think I need to do.

I've posted to Sequences the other day, I don't know the UrL, and I've also done a shitload of Hazards. I'm going to post one more in a seperate, its my long ass battle that I did.

[Haz]

....... tell your death to your mama
^lol........................................

[Typeo]

I like going old schoolish...

[|.R.SON.aLL.|]

I take hold the mic like a scythe to reap your life
I'll be kind, drop the weapon and let you keep ya knife

^^ .. No .. Wat Was Creative about That ??.. it Wasn`t Nothin` Special ..

no need to disarm the boy, he needs every bit of help
like causing harm to a toy, easy pickings no fit or yelp

^^ .. Basic .. Tha`s it ..

just busts to pieces like his verses you'd think he was reices
lines that are leases, pays out of purse n' all realness ceases

^^.. First Line Coulda Been Nice if it Was Worded Better .. Second Line Was Blah ..

can't say you were a challenge, but BFOs pretty lame
boys on a towel-binge, like groopies do 50, on you I put the blame

^^.. Wdf .. This Was Okay too ..

killing the rap game with writings so weak and meak
I cause cataclismic connections that hit peak so sheek

^^.. This Was Solid ..

Tec, about as believable as the look-a-like Big Foot Outtakes
so knowledgable hes the equivilant of russian Migs Shooting At-Tanks

^^.. This Was Basic Too yo` .. ya Style is Very "Blah" .. Nothin` Special at all ..

Me the Sidewinder blowing up more shit than him givin' Milk Shakes
nothing for him seems to hit, must be those Soy Silk Fakes

^^ .. Seems Like U Was Juss Tryna Put Multies Together ..

Lactose intollerant more like Lacks-Most Intellegence
No heat even if his mouth was a Tech, hes all Blanks no Malevolence

^^ .. Solid Closer .. Probably Tha Best Bar in Tha Verse ..

Overall - Like i Said .. Show Me Some Creativity ..
Until U Can Show Me That ..
Then i`ll Give U Props ..
That Whole Verse Was Basic as Hell ..
Nothin` Complex about it ..
No Nice Punches ..
No Nothin` ..
it Wasn`t Nothin` Special Or Creative ..
Get Mad all U Want ..
i`m Tellin` U Tha Truth ..

[Typeo]

Eh, you basically picked out my weakest verse I posted, I never had to try against Tec...he wasn't that strong of a writer.

[|.R.SON.aLL.|]

i`m Finna Read another One ..
if U Know it Was Weak Why Post it ??..
i Picked a Random Verse ..
& Broke it Down ..
U Not as Nice as U Claim to Be ..
Lol ..

[Typeo]

Eh, most of my better shit got deleted when the Battle Dome (area I was battling in) tried to clean up and start a-new after it basically died. So I just picked up the battles that were left. All of which I won, except the last verse posted here.

[|.R.SON.aLL.|]

^^.. Now U Got excuses ..
Dawg .. impress Me Please ..
Send Me a Verse That U Think are One Of ya Best Verses Out Of all Of Those ..

[Typeo]

I'm not trying to make excuses, I didn't try and clean up the guild. I didn't even know that they were till half the shit was deleted.

I don't need to make excuses.

And why do I care to impress you? You didn't think that I wrote anything better than my verse to you, theres the evidence. You decided to pick the shortest, my weakest, verse I posted that still got me a win. I'm not gonna work for you.

[|.R.SON.aLL.|]

Like i Said ..
i Picked Sumptin` RANDOM ..
U Tha One Who`s Talkin` about U Better Than Me ..
& How U Use to Be Sooooo Damn Good a While Back ..
i Juss Wanted Some Proof ..
& U ain`t Prove Shit .. Lol

[Haz]

Word .... Man Ur Nothin special To Call Anyone
Garbage Etc Etc Etc

[Typeo]

I love how this comes from two guys who write in shit ass english.

[~Symbolikull~]

im lockin both your threads due to the lack of followin the rules, you need to post links wit your posts