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Vs Medevil
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Skrybe
2006

Thu Jul 13, 2006
HipHop : Battles/Disses
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» highest in charts:   # 170   (1,500,932 songs currently listed in HipHop)
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Lyrics

Somebody tell this guy he’s garbage, mobbin the scene with a rhyme scheme that’s dope
But all his lines horrid, and nope I cant call it, medevil got a style to die for,
And Im making for damn sure he dies for it,
Im not falling so brace for the worst when I leave
It’ll seem like round 3 repeated…medevil is facin the dirt
you don’t get no f***in respect
After I choke em d.omen wont be the only n*** throwin up blood on the net
You get it, you weak pathetic excuse for an emcee test me and I guarantee
That you getting blazed, sh*** is strange your name is medevil now
But you’ll be 6 feet underground before get to be middle aged, f***er
You going home fried but you get a round of applause, cuz you made it this far
With no quotable line
No this is not
Said in jest, but I guess since you battled 3 times somebody
should remember a line that you said
but they don’t which is a joke to me it seems that medevil is only battling for c-notes
and we know that money is the root of all evil so how the f*** are you evil and broke? Heh?
this fairy dude aint getting thru me today I hand evil the L
like marlon wayans in scary movie
you don’t wanna see me dog I swear medevil next battle’s
bout to be a text battle on a quiji board ya dead when this sh*** drops
Im willing bet you couldn’t diss skrybe with a bio and sketch of my headshot
F*** you gonna do when you get got, say I aim for votes… nah
I gotta scope to aim with red dot
You getting rocked for sure stepping to me
And I turn your winning streak to sh*** stain in ya boxer shorts
Word its fact medevil peoples thinking he would beat me
But they also thought the world was flat, stupid
You Gettin slapped toothless stop ya lunching
Im tired of kicking ass this fag is catching a donkey punching
Speaking of punch-ins heh let me mention your breathe control stinks
And altoids aint fixing it
listen kid Im quite confused, cuz its gotta be tracheotomy
patients with better lung power than you

ya steez is pissin me off
Imma send evil to meet his maker like satan had a factory recall
See dog you catchin a loss
This is the final round for you but it aint no prize money involved…