You're just an edible nemesis that will never excel my level of penmanship
My pencil's a pessimist, my linguistics dismember ya in seven essential bits
That's four appendages, two testicles, and a d**k, keep ya head as a special gift
Fuck Canadians, ya'll get ya ass handed to you, kinda like ya medical benefits

You act like ya too good to battle cats, congrats, you've gone against ya audience
I'll spoon feed you ya flesh till ya full of yourself… to compliment ya cockiness
Slice ya eyelids with tin snips, knife ya five kids ‘n mistress, my, the violence you'll witness
I'll swipe their existence while you beg to feel their presence (presents) like blind kids on Christmas

Ya head looks like a janitor's mop, which is ironic cuz both ya'll stay cramped in a closet
I'm the champ; you're a novice, only time you get brought up is when this cannibal's nauseous
Dip ya cadaver in caustic acid wash cuz ya soul (sole) needs a cleansin' like ya standin' in dog s**t
Get ya mandible cross-stitched ‘n slapped with lacrosse sticks till my hand is exhausted

I ain't losin' to this fag homo like last year, ya chances are slim like seein' hobos in cashmere
You a fake ass b*tch like Coco's massive rear, I got you sweatin' like Chaz Bono at a Pap smear
Speakin' of chicks with d**ks, this biscuit clip is itchin' to rip ya prick into clitoris lips
I'ma do you like Bobby did Whitney- “Yep, this last line ought a get rid of this b*tch“

Trip 6 said:

Death is upon you…

Death darkened my doorstep.  We shook hands.  And in a gesture of mutual respect, we both agreed it's not my time.

But rest assured… somebody is going to die.

FUCCKKKK this was dope, from both sides. Turn it into an audio battle !!!!

Best lines from trip:

“ Fuck Canadians, ya'll get ya ass handed to you, kinda like ya medical benefits”

“ I'll spoon feed you ya flesh till ya full of yourself… to compliment ya cockiness”

“ I'm the champ; you're a novice, only time you get brought up is when this cannibal's nauseous”

“ Dip ya cadaver in caustic acid wash cuz ya soul (sole) needs a cleansin' like ya standin' in dog s**t”

Ja-taaa:

“ Damn, I been sick… cuz I don't need clips to “kill 16's” like Anders Breivik” (Might have been my fav overall)

“ So I'ma start the fun part, flow electric like jumpstarts, and dump “6's heart” like trump cards”

“I got no conscience kid. Have you takin more shots than alcoholics poppin vodka lids

Cuz that verse was more retarded than Forrest Gump with a box of chocolates”
“ So f**k Whitney and your clips T…  you couldn't even “cap ME” with M's, E's and Shift keys”

Can't round 2 be any sooner?

great battle! This is what shadowville has been missin since the old days

Both of ya's last bars were my favs from each of you.

Round 2 hurry up

Post edited 11:16 pm - May 18, 2012 by Trip 6

A cannibal's thirst, bring Hannibal's curse to life, ya bars are numbered like scannable merchandise
You wouldn't be hot rockin flannel ‘n thermal tights, jammed in a furnace like plans of the German reich
Punches landin like Vernon White, I love poppin ya like handfuls of percs n vics, man it's the perfect vice
Flammable words ignite, goddamnit, this verse is tight like tykes gettin slammed in the church of Christ

Bitch, don't f**k with a nut job, I'll pick ya daughter up from the bus stop, wavin' a bag of gum drops
A week later, I'll mail her to you with her body parts cut off, stuffed in her Sponge Bob lunch box
With a note attached,”Dear Ja, here's the pieces of Hillary,be happy she ain't asleep with the millipedes
She screamed unwillingly,hope you don't mind, I figured you'd be used to havin the weakest delivery”

You act as if ya extra perfect, you let those worthless bars go to your head like Trevor Berbick
Accept the verdict -my art official like a clever wordsmith, you're artificial like an egg ‘n sperm dish
Ya know, I used to like you til you turned softer than Heaven's surface ‘n fell off like a leper's epidermis
You can't see that I got these two rounds like Helen Keller right in front of her mom's melons, shirtless

I'll leave ya jugular drippin G, I'm pumped on lyrical steroids, your verse got muscular dystrophy
You're nothin', I'm crushin ya viciously, like OxyContin ‘fore they f**ked with the quick release
Can't believe you hit me with some computer nerd punch line, goddamnit, ya ass is swollen
Ya know why? Cuz I put ya  *  when I run up and  /  your  :

(Translation for the idiots - Cuz I put ya asterisk (ass to risk) when I run up and slash your colon)