Duck Hunt (Nokside and Potense diss)
1. Illthoughtz
2. -_-' as The Burgundy Clothes Dyer
Soon to be the illest underground crew. We got this rap shit on lock!
R.eal E.mcees A.gainst L.ousy L.yricists
-_-' Mr.E $leep$ IllThoughtz
sTaTs Emcee Obs Ellezdee Kita
Story behind the song
Illsoulz ducked the battle with R.E.A.L.L.. so Illthoughtz and I decided to mix up our no-show verses..
Lyrics
-Illthoughtz-
ILL strike a note CHOKIN ON vocal chords
AND nok on wood once droppin u on this FUCKIN board
silly flake COME and step up to my plate
SON ill whipe ya board face to a damn clean slate
i mean harm while u only claimin to be hard
you border line at best like losin a green card
its no wonder im stunnin son with punchlines
nok wont stand in march like cannon in drumline
ITS KNOWN U WRITE but ya flow aint tight
sucks bad like ugly hoes with over bytes
ROBB A radio shack STILL CANT rip an open mic
ITS OVER DYKE, drop the text n go get a life
start bailin dont spit YOU BOUND TO fail kid
THIS FAGGOT couldnt pull a date in some trailmax
cut the shit you droppin half assed skriptz
MALICE kid on legs dick so bad his lips got callises
give it up and type, YOU GET NO LOVE ON siteS
EXCEPT FOR WHACK ONES, HOLLA FRONT AINT NICE
YOULL BE NOKTURNAL WHEN I KNOCK OUT YA FUCKIN LIGHTS
ONCE OR TWICE
-The B.C.D.-
_Who the frrruuck is this motherfucker?
It doesn't matter cuz he's "next to Fall" like Summer!
_You couldn't stay on beat if YOU were the drrrummer,
And I'm not talkin cars when I say you give "hummers!"
_"I got ya number," but I don't talk to no dudes,
By lookin at ya mouth I can tell that you like "toe, foo!" (tofu)
Potense is a duckin herb, just like the rest of them,
But we'd still get their worst if "we got the best of them!"
_This kid's a faggot too what a homo prick,
It's gotta be rhetorical askin who will "Po go stick!!"
First, you covered up ya wackness on Holla Front textin,
Second.. you switched to audio now there's no question!!
_Little bastid, how'd you get into untitled,
DUB K musta been goin wild wit 21 one vials!
_It's seeming to me you rhyme without meaning,
You've got no flow so how the fuck are ya tracks "streaming!?"
You're dreamin and leanin towards insanity thinkin you're better,
I'm the "Burgandy Clothes Dyer" jus peep the hue of ya sweater!
_Yo I'm "droppin fruits" like a clumsy grocer,
Fuck Illsoulz for thinkin they can "see reel" like Roeper!
_You're wack and fake go out find a talent donor,
Cuz I'm not showin respect when I call you "Po-sir!!" (poser)
_I'm the herb poacher, bitch you can't mess wit this,
_Cuz you're a "choker," jus like female necklaces!!
_You reckless kids, you know you can't fuck wit us,
But grow some fuckin balls and stop duckin us!
