     Sh!t TAlker | Unrecorded Date
me, myself, and i will brutally throw you in the figure four, nine times, with a combined time, faster than it takes the minds eye, to process an image of sunshine to that same mind <------sit on that for a minute fuckin bitch ass/ battlin me youll get smashed like a piece of glass, directly beneath fat bastards ass once he blasts gas/ even if you had a crack staff, to help you get the last laugh/ id still verbally back smack that whack ass back to past last/ calculate that with fast math and that would leave you in the place less admired than ass rash.......this rhyme applys so much pressure to your rap atmosphere, it’ll crush the side of your brain known as the left hemisphere/ i dare that ass to step in the square, i dare you to come and step-up-in-here/ see these nasty raps and leave full-of-fear........i add symmetry to my syntax/ defeating me, is an impossibility like biggotry relapse/ i snap necks and crack backs/ rip out your eardrums and to add insult to injury, ask you how you like that/ handcuff your hands and stick your head through the bars of a bike rack, so everytime i hit you all you can think of is how you cant strike back...... youre a violated batman, i’ll call you the “raped crusader”/ playa hater/ the last time you got a "piece of ass" is when youre hand ripped through the toilet paper/ all the phrases you spit are as whack as “okalydokaly neighbor” .....i’ll get into the DNA of every human that controls the sensation of touch, and disrupt the double helix/ so even if they liked your sh!t before theyd be unable to “feel” your lyrics/ the damage done by your punchlines is so small if translated to soundwaves a dog could not hear it/ if made into actual matter you could hear the rattle in the head of a deer tick...... you couldnt defeat me with the help of seven men/ i’ll send you all to bed with severed heads/ i’ll be nice and lie for you at your funerals saying, “they were the best that ever bled”/ as i be’d out with 8 heads in a duffel bag making sure youre forever dead/ you couldnt see my rhymes like this was never read/ didnt i see you in the retarded olympics and in special ed.........
knowing that EveryOne probably could not understand this verse, and to avoid the all too common "oh that sh!t dont make sense", the Sh!t has taken the liberty of breakin that sh!t down for ya......
i will whoop you so hard and so fast that if this battle were wrestling it would be equivalent to me putting you in the figure 4, nine times in a time faster than it takes the brain to process an image of, lets say, sunshine; which is faster than the blink of an eye. sit on that for a minute cuz it probably went over your head. in battling me youll get utterly destroyed quickly, like a piece of glass centimeters away from austin powers 2’s “Fat Bastard‘s” @sshole once he farted. even if you had an entire staff of incredible emcees and all around funny bastards you still wouldnt be able to get the last laugh when facing me. i’ll beat you so bad the mbbl will have to rank you lower the the current lowest ranked emcee. being in dead last is less liked than having a rash on your ass. this rhyme is so ill it puts pressure on you to come up with something better, which you obviously cant. so much pressure in fact it crushes half of your skull. i dare you to face me in the squared cirlce, i dare you. once you do and you see these rhymes youll leave with your tail between your legs. i make my rhymes look equally good from both sides. there is not a point where it falls off. you have about as great a chance of beating me as racism fully deteriorating. my rhymes snap necks and break backs. im so mean id rip out your eardrums so you could no longer hear and to rub it in id ask you a question which you obviously could not answer cuz youve ceased to hear anything. id handcuff your hands and stick your head through the bars of a bike rack disabling you completely so when i hit you you couldnt hit me back. since you think youre so great lets compare you to a superhero. the closest you come to a superhero would have to be batman after he’d been molested, stripping him of all confidence and greatness. you wouldnt be the “caped crusader,” youd be the “raped crusader.” you hate me cuz im much better and i have game. youre weak. the last time you got a “piece of ass” was when you were wiping your own and your fingers went through the toilet paper. ned flanders(from the simpsons) could compose a better battle rap. i’ll reconfigure human DNA so anybody who “felt” you before would be totally unable to “feel” anything. dogs have some of the best hearing on earth. if your punchlines were actual soundwaves, even these extremely well hearing creatures could not hear them because they are so absurdly miniscule. if damage done by your punchlines were actual matter you could fit that matter into the head of an extremely small creature i.e. a deertick. even with the help of seven other skilled emcees, you still could not beat me blah blah blah, im sure you see the meaning in the remaining lines....... oh you might not get the special ed comment cuz they probably dont call it that to you to your face. its special education class. did you learn 1=1 yet?
and in closing, when you can break your sh!t down like that come talk to me.... |
