Oh, don't worry 'bout me, I'm just warming up
But you're another story altogether, you squeal like a stuck Pit Bull pup
Don't get me started on Texaco, 'cos they corrupt like Dick Cheney
My rhymes are cold anger like a rebel Iraqi
No matter how much you talk shit and laugh,
I'm ten levels above you, don't make me break out the graph
I'll squeeze you open like a rotten banana
You speak slow and simple like a redneck from Louisiana
It's not wise to mess with the Darth
'Cos you'll just end up lookin' like that dumbass Garth
us three will take on you both/me, myself, and I Vs you two, you're toast/tired of seeing you herbs bicker/arguing like an old married couple about who's sicker/you guys call each other "wack"/that's like the pot calling the kettle black/Revan's gonna cave in and d-double's in trouble/have you searching for a safe haven, and just so you know, I'm the illest, sorry to burst your bubble
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Who said I was trying to get into your club
Been there already, the DJ was worse than a Japanese film dub
I might pass the mic on to you when I drop dead
But exercise caution, my ghost could still overload your primitive head
You call this a battle, I see you never met the Darth
My skills are so high above you, you make me wanna barf
I'd try harder to own your ass worse
But I'd just be wastin' my time battling you to ya hearse
You remind me of one punk I found gambling in Reno
He was barely literate, his phrases were weak like Tarantino
You might as well just give up, I'm beating you so hard
My rhymes explode your head like a landmine in your front yard
took you a while to respond/must have been getting pointers from ya moms/you wanna compete?/that's like entering a race with no feet/I got skills like Rush Limbaugh has pills/ask ya lady and your sister, I'm good for thrills/look at you thinking you're a star/sh*t, I've seen better rappers on a candy bar/ nubian king?/pffft, more like the queen of the newjack swing/so pathetic, your weak post, yea I read it/got one word for ya: EDIT
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Ha, you two talk a lot of shit for dudes with no rep
Hey, the English language is tough, just take it step by step
A lot of members try to duplicate me
But y'all know how to spit like 50-cent is an MC
My flow is complete like a 360 degree sphere
You might come close to me if you just perservere
But oh wait, I forgot,
Never try to be something you're not
That's the best advice you'll ever find,
Now take it before I throw you out like potato rind
Don't take it personally if you can't comprehend my poetry
'Cos you first-class shit like scatology
And that's all I have to say about that,
So come on over, I could use a little combat
You talk'n real loud about ya boys rep
in this case, you should fear what you don't know yet
this time I'm gonna dazzle you punks with my arsenal
break'n down your atoms into even smaller particles
Darth says he has a whole sphere of technology
to me he's a square, so it really don't bother me
had me roll'n on the floor, yap'n about potatoes
that simpleton's a joke, I got the brain of Plato
ya'll should stay low, suckaz, and avoid the fire
while your down there, take a nap cuz your rhymes are tired
call rhymes for hire
D-Double will show up quick
you on my jock 50 times
so here's my magic stick
imagine this, you and me
Kill Bill style
my sword is sharpen up
you're using a nail file
you're look'n pale, child
what's the matter?
are you scared of me?
that's understandable
ya'll can't compare to D
Good sh*t with the spit, Mr. Darth & Doom
KMC's the place, and I'll see you soon
*slight bow*
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Oh Sweat!
Last edited by D-Double on Oct 3rd, 2004 at 06:56 AM
Funny thing about that scenario is,
I could still cut ya heart out with an issue of Ms.
I'm cold, hard, and ready to kill
I'll stop the flow to your brain like a suicide pill
Slit your jugular vein with a box cutter
And throw you out in the gutter while you still learning how to stutter
Don't mess with the Darth, my intellect alone owns you
While you was learning how to crawl, I was snapping dictator's necks in Peru
Your primitive mind can't understand the logic
I'll remove your brain from your nose like I was neurologic
Don't try to touch me, 'cuz I created you
I'm glad I met you, 'cuz your demise is long overdue
Though I wish a real MC would challenge me, this shit is too easy
You claim to be great, but you still spit like Jay-Z
I killed Bill long ago with my bare hands
And you was owned by the Bride for not meetin her demands
But she felt pity on you with your pretty little sword
So you was left in the desert with nary a word
You lucky the vultures didn't touch you
But now the apocalypse is comin' and you've been abandoned by your crew
^
Darth's on a torture trip
blowtorch and pliers
masochistic intent
prevents souls to go higher
lower level of mind
that kind really don't impress me
spit'n the sickness
trying to sound interesting
just give it up
that would probably be the best thing
go back to the lab
break out your beakers for testing
unless you wanna ask the master
to drop them jewels
get off my nuts
and make room for my testicles
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