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Vz. Tunk
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Hiphopchampionships.com audio battle semi-finals against tunk...
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OblivioN
Damnage productionz

Sat Oct 08, 2005
HipHop : Hip Hop General
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Its crunch time tunk, but u don’t know the captain/
Son I’ll break ya back, an say lets get it crackin/
When rappin, im da sickest, colder than blizzards/
Its like u rap at 5am, ya lines don’t get delivered/4
I mean for real tunk, you suck, I thought u should know/
That I beat off for bread, yeah im comin for dough/
Ya last verse against zill, wasn’t a hot joint/
Ur known for making fun of periods, u always disappoint/8
U get the point, n*** u ain’t winnin’/
I’ll steal ya recording program, to take ya reason for livin/
Oblivion, devine rhymer, stealin ya shine/
Ya wack ass could lose a battle, when ur facing a mime/12
So I hear that ya mom wouldn’t let u listen to rap/
since I get in her back, i guess its how ur getting her back/
I won’t cut you no slack, I aint makin ya pantz/
Tunk beats off so much, his dick is masturbatin his hands/16
I’ll give u hand since u stay lackin punches/
Plus u eat ass but only after packin ya lunches/
I’ll battle u monkeys, but u gotta gimme some credit/
The buzz of my mind games’ll leave u beheaded/20
U know, oblivion is about getting this dough/
im like a level 5 rapid, I can kill u with flow/
fa sho, so listen to wut im telling ya/
tunk is too gay like the cast of real world Philadelphia/24
tunk you got no chance to make the finalz stupid/
I’ll eat ya heart, and wash it down with ya spinal fluid/
im abusive, beatin this lame just motivates me/
me losin, u talking nuts, an is why ya throat is aching/28
I don’t give a f***, even if the voters hate me/
i’ll win cuz u spittin tremors, ya flow is shakey/
call hades in hell, an reserve a spot for tunk’s soul/
cuz u getting spiked, like a prom’s punch bowl/32