battle against Lowd Mowf @ rapbattle.com...
peep the guys style
then die of jealousy
Slash Jakes aka SihLent SyNz...
said to have a style of his own...
whether you HATE it or LOVE it...
wish you love it...
Story behind the song
Mowf has a panda as his avatar...nobody spells his name correctly...and he lives in ohio...
Lyrics
I'm deaf no way the lowd affects me//
It's like feeding a baby the way I'm serving a mowf directly//
You a drownin emcee, Who gives a fuck about you nobody gets your alias spelt out correctly//
And eventually you'll become a no-name, just like...hmmm...u know...this guy//
You fuckin slow brain your whole frame is gonna undergo pain//
Your flow's lame, make you so ashamed you'll go claim you nose bleed from cocain//
Put your money where your mouth is, and get ya teeth broke//
Wouldn't rap right if your style was east coast, even your frees roast//
Be ghost, You better repost cuz your body is like in failed painting, bound to repose//
I'm fed of your lame rhymes, think you hardcore cuz of what you said but I tame lines//
Your verse spreads when I lay mine//
Ask your mom to decapitate you so when I get met her, she gives me two heads at the same time//
Lowd Mowf, you had a few wins in the past but I'll finish you fast//
I heard you got your name from the first time you had a dick in your ass//
Fuckin redneck your village is trash, I heard the ohio bill gates is living in shacks//
I'm a dominant mass, a permanent blast, mowf is on the net, hoping to get mail with his feminine tracks//
This shit is classic, ready to make the great jump but this isn't gymnastics//
Cease your breathing with a paper bag and when I make ya death certificate, I fill it on plastic//
The outcome of this is prejudged//
Wanna ram me with your vipers, huh, these shit will always be dodged//
I'm an intrepid emcee, I'm killin with frenzy with so much heart I could turn satan infinite friendly//
Take you fuckin brains out and fill it with envy//
Give your mic a fix, Your best shit couldn't get to my average, life's a bitch//
Cuz u ain't a real cat, like a witch//
And when the tiga hits u gonna feel the slash//
I kill you, then just a look in the mirror and you see the past//
Beat you ass, only time you ate a chick was when you cooked a baby hen//
Like a rectangle, the sides in here ain't even//
Your raps are bor~ing nobody ask for more//
You got more bullshit to deal with then a matador//
Mowf you wanna get through the corridor of illness you ain't even getting past the door//
Boom it's my attack galore//
It ain't reality that lowd mowf cracks a whore//
Cuz I know it's a homo tendency to have a panda as an avatar//
