VS. kurruptydsoul (rnd. 2 DS WWW Tourney)
Faceman and KHP are the new rising stars of Brooklyn bring you the sickest flows and most conscious lyrics.
[-_-'] = [Faceman]
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Lyrics
Entering the fray, with burnin embers in way,
10 guns centered to spray, it's best surrender today.
"Diss-member cliches", sights on - writs centered,
So hot korrupt might jus forget his gender!
You're not "raw", even tho you're a "pre-tender",
You "key slender", I need an emcee blender.
Korrupt mails his demo thinkin he's a learned contender,
Only to get it back stamped wit Return to Sender!
Yo peeve, I swallow breast just for your mama's splendor,
Leave you wit a hollow chest just like Futurama's Bender!
Eyo K-Soul, get off J-Frost payroll,
You A-Holes can stay gay, lost, 'n AWOL!
Stop gettin ya ass popped ya homo loser,
You produce more "ass drops" than Yokozuna!
End of journey, yea this is his gurney's last ride,
This fag's "goin down" like this tourney's cash prize!
That's why, he's no longer livin the round,
I'll drown this kid upside down just by givin him "pounds!"
You got no chance to advance against a crazy Faceman,
Rip n spin ya "lines" on the floor -
Like an eighty's breakdance, next week make plans,
Cuz you're tourney spot's unstable like ya moms waistband!
You need explosive chapstick in order to "spit balms,"
I'll leave you wit "dis Grace" like a gay sitcom!
Don't come to Brooklyn lookin for a straight man's wood,
Even wit hands on jock you can't handle a "Face man-hood!"
I'm a rhyme shatterer, you're a stinkin amateur,
With J runnin after ya dressed in pink n lavender!
I'll ravage ya, like Gotti I'll make ya head floppy,
And leave this fuckin tourney "soulless" like dead bodies!
There is "korruption" in rap that is for sure,
But they only appear in commercially "opal" hordes.
You're not goin major so what's there to be hopeful for,
They wouldn't want you with Starbucks on ya vocal chords!
Don't grin and call, stop tryin to put your skin to Paul,
It's like bowling how you like tryin to get "pinned to balls!" (pin to balls)
Looks like I KO'd the "K-O-",
"Double-R" railroad, derailed flailin frail payload.
I'm balin halos, till I see a stack of straight poles,
Then pierce ya skin wit them like I'm a bladin sado.
You're small time thinking that you're beyond big,
You're only "bound" to "suck seed" through "oral bondage!"
