134282 vs. TrubleMan... (134...)
Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 2:17 am
Here it is - you asked for it. For those unaware, I'm referring to this post, from this thread.
My verse is below. You must reply to this thread as soon as possible to check in. Once you've checked in, you have seven days to respond. I don't care about the other rules, you can set them when you post. The votes will take care of the rest. You can feed off my verse if you'd like - I really don't care. You're wack and you called me out and you just got crushed. Good luck.
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TRUBLEman… You rap as well as you spell…
They tried tellin' you, but it's my feedback that'll send you to hell…
So you're a vet…? Well, I'm not new to this either…
Introduce me to ether, 'cause I'll nap on him all day and still not lose to this weiner…
Am I the student or teacher…?
'Cause I'm watchin' you, learnin' what not to do, schoolin' this sleeper…
Don't dispute the defeater, I'm the uterus beater…
Fucked your mom and gave you a brother,
Time-traveled to the night your father came in your mother,
Filled her with spermicide until you were erased from his lover
As if she stopped him before hand and gave him a rubber…
Now you don't even have a life to live, how the fuck are you gonna reply to this…?
My rhymes are sick; I don't sell records, people just buy my spit;
I'll dig up Biggie's and 'Pac's coffins and open them,
Resurrect both of them and then kill them both again with the dopest gems;
Biohazardous lyrics written with a potent pen…
That's what makes me better than even the dopest men…
So don't pretend that I didn't just hit you with flammable words until you're soaked in them,
Set you on fire and leave you with wounds you could only hope to mend…
This little rap is so much more than you could ever hope to do;
I'll diss everyone here and still get more votes than you…
I'm so confused… I saw your thread, clicked open, viewed and spoke the truth…
I hoped that you would show some cooth; accept the advice like I was coaxin' you…
But you chose to spew; ignored the coachin' folks told to you…
Now you're reading the eulogy that I wrote for you.
You must be retarded…
You can't touch me, it's hard; fuck that, it must be the hardest…
You couldn't take a little criticism, so you rushed me to start this…
I wasn't looking for “TRUBLEâ€
My verse is below. You must reply to this thread as soon as possible to check in. Once you've checked in, you have seven days to respond. I don't care about the other rules, you can set them when you post. The votes will take care of the rest. You can feed off my verse if you'd like - I really don't care. You're wack and you called me out and you just got crushed. Good luck.
=====================================
TRUBLEman… You rap as well as you spell…
They tried tellin' you, but it's my feedback that'll send you to hell…
So you're a vet…? Well, I'm not new to this either…
Introduce me to ether, 'cause I'll nap on him all day and still not lose to this weiner…
Am I the student or teacher…?
'Cause I'm watchin' you, learnin' what not to do, schoolin' this sleeper…
Don't dispute the defeater, I'm the uterus beater…
Fucked your mom and gave you a brother,
Time-traveled to the night your father came in your mother,
Filled her with spermicide until you were erased from his lover
As if she stopped him before hand and gave him a rubber…
Now you don't even have a life to live, how the fuck are you gonna reply to this…?
My rhymes are sick; I don't sell records, people just buy my spit;
I'll dig up Biggie's and 'Pac's coffins and open them,
Resurrect both of them and then kill them both again with the dopest gems;
Biohazardous lyrics written with a potent pen…
That's what makes me better than even the dopest men…
So don't pretend that I didn't just hit you with flammable words until you're soaked in them,
Set you on fire and leave you with wounds you could only hope to mend…
This little rap is so much more than you could ever hope to do;
I'll diss everyone here and still get more votes than you…
I'm so confused… I saw your thread, clicked open, viewed and spoke the truth…
I hoped that you would show some cooth; accept the advice like I was coaxin' you…
But you chose to spew; ignored the coachin' folks told to you…
Now you're reading the eulogy that I wrote for you.
You must be retarded…
You can't touch me, it's hard; fuck that, it must be the hardest…
You couldn't take a little criticism, so you rushed me to start this…
I wasn't looking for “TRUBLEâ€