12 Bars of Hell (Kuhlerblynd Diss)
Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 7:19 am
Sorry for not responding in decent time Murk but I owed you a verse so here you go....
Look sonny..
You want tha facts known? I'm in attack mode, wit more backs soaked than ridin' in bass boats
Fuget ya black jokes from ya last post, when most of ya shit look like somethin' that Haz wrote
Even if Jack showed, you wouldn't have been that stoked, I woulda turned ya people into relaxed folks
Afraid? Perhaps....Nope! Fuget ya raps bro, concepts might Seam Original but ends up like Patched Clothes
These jabs throwed merit mad quotes, and while you happen to write we stuck laughin' on site
I never seen ya rappin as nice, and they's no point to bein' on Blynd's Side when you juss Actin' on Mikes
Fuget passion wit fights, Plex's worst made since the first day, pretending to run shit is the only reason Murk stayed
No wonder hes got a concerned face when he tries to -VS- greats, cos whos layin down to Color thats not in the Third Grade?
Get ya words played, cursed, slayed wit rhymes cold, punches always get props so why you sayin' mines old?
Juss washed up, like lye soap, and you thought an act of surprise was the only time Blind Folds?
But probably, the conscience speaks wit constant heat, dropped wit frees at his common peeps
A problem? please, this has got to be the oddest beef, cos murk throw fastballs and they just lobs to me
Imma cock and squeeze until you shocked and bleed, and fuck a totem pole just know you not first
You'd never go and cop work, and truthfully, the only time Color be Gettin' Faded is in an Over Washed Shirt
These flows and drops hurt, another concert wit my verse, all you do is shout and say nothing
You came out and stayed frontin', I wouldn't pick and choose Color unless I was About to Paint Somethin'
Even now this lames runnin', have ya brains punched in, I done murdered ya friend hoes in the same rhyme
Ya crew of bimbos and they gay lines, leavin' Blind Opened Up like Windows in the Day Time
Ya men knows I aint lyin'. call my punches a Proper Kiss the way I put my Fist to Both Lips
In ya thread, you shoulda listened to those tips, it really woulda saved you from sayin' "Oh Man, This is Old shit"
So how'd ya diss expose Rip? I musta missed what you wrote kid, I guess I kinda came by harsh
You gettin' ate by sharks, and I know you feelin' me, but that raises up a flag, Color like a Gay Pride March
Stay Murk or Kuhlerblynd or whatever, But a champion, that's been coined by me
And understand Illestlyrics already has a Plex and you juss an admin wannabe
Look sonny..
You want tha facts known? I'm in attack mode, wit more backs soaked than ridin' in bass boats
Fuget ya black jokes from ya last post, when most of ya shit look like somethin' that Haz wrote
Even if Jack showed, you wouldn't have been that stoked, I woulda turned ya people into relaxed folks
Afraid? Perhaps....Nope! Fuget ya raps bro, concepts might Seam Original but ends up like Patched Clothes
These jabs throwed merit mad quotes, and while you happen to write we stuck laughin' on site
I never seen ya rappin as nice, and they's no point to bein' on Blynd's Side when you juss Actin' on Mikes
Fuget passion wit fights, Plex's worst made since the first day, pretending to run shit is the only reason Murk stayed
No wonder hes got a concerned face when he tries to -VS- greats, cos whos layin down to Color thats not in the Third Grade?
Get ya words played, cursed, slayed wit rhymes cold, punches always get props so why you sayin' mines old?
Juss washed up, like lye soap, and you thought an act of surprise was the only time Blind Folds?
But probably, the conscience speaks wit constant heat, dropped wit frees at his common peeps
A problem? please, this has got to be the oddest beef, cos murk throw fastballs and they just lobs to me
Imma cock and squeeze until you shocked and bleed, and fuck a totem pole just know you not first
You'd never go and cop work, and truthfully, the only time Color be Gettin' Faded is in an Over Washed Shirt
These flows and drops hurt, another concert wit my verse, all you do is shout and say nothing
You came out and stayed frontin', I wouldn't pick and choose Color unless I was About to Paint Somethin'
Even now this lames runnin', have ya brains punched in, I done murdered ya friend hoes in the same rhyme
Ya crew of bimbos and they gay lines, leavin' Blind Opened Up like Windows in the Day Time
Ya men knows I aint lyin'. call my punches a Proper Kiss the way I put my Fist to Both Lips
In ya thread, you shoulda listened to those tips, it really woulda saved you from sayin' "Oh Man, This is Old shit"
So how'd ya diss expose Rip? I musta missed what you wrote kid, I guess I kinda came by harsh
You gettin' ate by sharks, and I know you feelin' me, but that raises up a flag, Color like a Gay Pride March
Stay Murk or Kuhlerblynd or whatever, But a champion, that's been coined by me
And understand Illestlyrics already has a Plex and you juss an admin wannabe
