Absurd Round 1 Planet Rap
I battle this cat for Round 1 Planet rap
Its a display of lyrical talent and nothing short of it
This is Terrorist Child, *About to Terrorise your mindz
Story behind the song
battle ish
Lyrics
Emcees get waxed-like-vinyl when I tap-your-spinal Im actin-primal
You'll never rap-at-finals cause you make no sense like black-albinos
Try hittin me with disses but misses will paint you as a born-pacifist
mastered this rappin shit, make you scream louder than porn-actresses
deadline has past, but you still typin-up-rhymes,wastin mcs time
say you put out Discs but fail to mention its right-in-your-spine
I'll treat you like an ostrich,I'll stick your head-in-the-sand
You can't handle venom, have you cryin for the medicine-man
Truely-gifted, fuck with the unruely-misfit and you'll-be-lifted
When you say your ill, me and your crew is like, "yo who's-he-kiddin?"
Your just a mascot, jerkin off with weed thinkin you hit the jackpot
I'll freeze this Soul, while STILL rockin the vibe past-hot
I'll dead-this-whore, burn off all his flesh and name him skeletor
Then treat ya tracks like old women with the way they Ment-ta-pause
Like comedians havin sex, a fuckin-joke, you out of time and luck-and-hope
Your like a virgin giving blow jobs, all you do is suck-and-choke
I'll leave you pinned to the mattress when I flare up like match-tips
And start regulating your shitty verse like....nicotine patches
You internet thug, I break down your cells and leave your block-locked
Cause you never top-notch, you STAY second hand like stop-watch
knockin down doors, and getting judges high scores//
i the hate gay lines you spit, they make me wanna vomit,
you couldnt win this battle if your mom was in charge of it//
if you was even half as ill as me, you might have a chance key typin against me//
your a disgrace and a waste, you look like dog shit with a face//
i eat your so-called battle rhymes for lunch, but you got no lyrical punch//
your so damn wack, the rhymes i ate are infecting my intestinal track//
chared like tha burnt rotten food you and your family eats,
you trash divin cuz you cant afford tha food that you dream you could be buying"
tryin to take on TC is like a sure death, cuz like advanced math problems on a test
i already got tha soulution to your "equation"
"your like ya clothes 10 times to big,
jus like ya dick 20 times to small to fit in ya moms clit
, it jus dont seem to fit"
listenin to this absurity, is juss killin me your so wack, your a menace even to Binladen society//
Mah punch lines are so ill, i deliver them like "mail"
