alright mah dont think ive forgotten about you/twist words watch me explode destroy your whole crew/im dropping rhymes like MJ drops kids/then ready to bust lids/me winning this battle do i got any bids?/for real lets change it up a bit/winged styles till the sun comes up and just like that herb im lighting you UP!/back that up tire marks all over ya face/do you read ya rymes? cuz i dont think you're ina place to say metal face is a disgrace/maybe i'll tell some one to put a wack rhyme spell check on this board/so when you add yours it comes out ******** but dont worry next time its ya vocal chords/
MF, MJ, what's the big difference/ you still have the same age requirements and still spit with the same lack of vengeance/ You gonna destroy me and my crew?/ Shit now I'm scared, wondering what your weapons are too/ waterpistols filled up at your private loo?/ That shit ain't water, it's your rectal goo!/ The fact of the matter is I'm destroying you with lethal rhymes and top skills, though/ You're popping out of the competition like pills are popped by Rush Limbaugh./ I'll give you an advice at the end of this verse/ if you wanna stay afloat you better full-speed your reverse/ cause mah is the one kickin' ass old skool, and metal face the one on-par with Ja Rule (barf!)
*not to anyone in particular just somethin i wrote awhile ago. I'm not gonna put it all on here, and I don't really battle
I'm slappin any of these pissy n****s that wanna diss me/
And I'm packin teflon and tech 9's
So you had better wear ya vest B/
Cause I'll pull the heat, Put it to the side of ya cheek
And leave ya brains on the side of the street/
yo mah dont think ive forgotten you been kinda busy/everyone wants to battle metal face/mah that sounded kinda lazy/you running out rhymes homie im thinkin so/im still waiting for hockey to bring something tight wanna drill him for dissing my flow/we've all seen those rhymes they're so generic/you're falling short homie while im aiming high not even trying and im still terific/next time please stop with that dr suess way of rhyming/goo? what the hell/it's over here's jonny like the shining/did i surprise ya how dope my ish is like saying fitty dont have a lex/its time you stop you seem kinda unexpeirenced like some first time virgin sex!/
some softbatch soggy like day old chex/
....next time i'll fully flex
Forgotten me; no you've feared my rhymes/ Stayed out of this thread for days, hoping for better times/ It's no wonder hockey's dissing your flow/ I'm starting to realize it too/ Your inane banter is a dull show/ that you've come this far/ I deem it a fluke/ What the hell, you're dissing the doctor?/ and his wonderful tales?/ You should get a grip man, his rhymes owns like Stephen Hales/ I'll be nice and break it to ya/ Here's the real deal/ I'm handling you with such ease that it's more like a steal/ Oh, sorry, was that generic?/ I'll vary it like you demand/ Or rather put it to you the simplest way I possibly can/ You've got some problems that are as big as your mom is ugly and fat/ Or, in Seuss-terms/ as you prefer/ your battling skills suck like Myers' Cat in the Hat./ You're right it's over/ You've been beaten by Grover.
oh man, that was the weaktest attept ive seen from you so far/please you think that dissed me that was barly sub par/i think you think you can twist what i say for your adavantage/hasnt worked yet keep trying sorry homie we're not on the same page/cuz while my rhymes are hot yours are as corny as my sh*t/dont worry though no one could write that bad so i know you havnt bit/hockey knows nothing he's still scared to battle me/he's seen what i can do you're styles like some bad dubbed bruce lee/all choppy/pure sloppy/cant battle me coppy poppy/mah loves the kids it's time for you to go back to sesame street/metal just brought the ruckas i just snapped your skull like a snare ona rap beat/
Holy crap I think I saw an urchin/ always steadily a-lurkin',
begging on the streets, ever-certain/ "Surely the next gent 'll give me a lil' earnin'/
Or at least a blowjob for me to do/ Quick money to spend on another 80's 'do/
Aint slick looks the best way to spend your dough?/
Didn't the mullet save McGyver from every foe?"/
Or maybe no/ 'twas no mere ho - bo/
It was the fugly mug of metal face/ Desperately into saving his lost case/
He wasn't begging for money like the other boys/ That would be an honorable poise/
No he spent quite a while/ Begging for ready-made rhymes up to mah's style/
Hoping he'd get some good one-liners to spit/ that maybe could postpone his destined death a bit/
Keeping him in the battle for maybe one more round/ Before he'd hit rock-bottom like bird-droppings to the ground/
Tard-Face, give up your ill-fated, fruity show/ Stop uttering "um, just one more go?"/ We've had enough of this joke/ The winner is declared, he's blue and wearing a red frown.
yo homie you dissed yourself for me i didnt even need to try/
i have a feeling this is your last round you battling is like a penguin trying to fly/not going to happen so try your best at being the next faggy american idol/i bet it's your dream/ son i got more rhyme books than books in the bible/so i'll feed the multitudes with gritty rhyme poems/after i defeat all of kmc and blow up i'll be on every top ten holmes/im coming tighter than when i get off a girl/
it's over man im that one of a kind black pearl/
watch and learn as vocab and simmilies destroy your mind thought/
till your blue in the face and you got my metaphors till cought/
winged waters surround your neck like the tight noose faded to oxygen
peace!
Your mom does the way of little Jack Horner/
But the difference is she works on a corner/
Giving out sex for those willing to pay the doe ($)/
And don't say no, how else you think you got on this earth bro?/
giving blow jobs for 10 dollars/
one of the men paying soon became a father/
your father, it's the only way your mum was laid/
your mom didn't care who she was doing as long as she's getting paid/
but now you're with your mom, no dad in sight/
No need to reply to this post, you won't win this fight/