EternalUnderdog
10-25-2003, 07:39 PM
Ok fellas, here is our verses:
Kaos:
Playboy Diss
Yall just sum decoys so I'll stay-annoyed wid these "play-boys"
u dawgs could attend a "welfare" "church" and still couldn't "pray-to-be-employed"
first-of-all, play boy u the worse-of-yall, I'll "fill" this kid up with my "flows" then watch him "burst-n-fall"
u "talk" "shit" like u "converse-in-stalls", I'll make all u "pussies" "disappear" like wen "bitches "disperse-in-malls"
u all a "day-of-mistake", I need a "glass eye" to "gaze-at-these-fakes"
if yall lived in "NEW YORK" u still wouldn't be "raise-n-the-stakes"
still think-uz-the-best? My "bars" will take ya to the "brink-of-death"
look how ya fagits are dressed!!! u "bleedin" dawg and that ain't "pink-on-ya-chest"
the "occurrence" of this "battle" is the "event-of-ya-demise"
u couldn't "invest" in a "win" cuz they were all "spent-on-ties"
get "satan" to write a ryhmes cuz u still wont have a "chance-in-hell"
u should watch who u "steppin-to" wen ya ain't even "dance-n-well"
i'll beat ya in the "past", "future", and "PRESENT" cuz u wouldn't be "gifted" if it was "christmas"
so quit tryin to diss-us wen ya "punches" are "weak" and ya always "miss-us"
ya "pre-menstral" cycle during "metapause" is the only time u got "flow"
dawg ur "foundation" wouldn't "florish" if "fertilized" with "miracle-grow"
quit "talkin" bout "chedda" if u've neva "heard-of-cheese"
cuz i "murda" emcees in the "1st", "2nd", and "3rd-degrees"
uz a "56k-modem-rappa" cuz ya "lines-fail-to-connect-quick"
so just cuz u'z a "natural-disaster" dont "mean-ya-wreak-shit"
Flawless Diss
flaw is "swallowed-by-me" more frequently than "extacy"
what did u expect-2-see? u only in the "spot-light" "standin-next-2-me"
rice "beat" yo ass twice and u still call ya self the "undisputed-champ"
so i'll continue to "brand" this bitch with my "flows" like an "un-diluted-stamp"
u trying to "pitch" for ya "team"? i wont "show-u-relief"
i'll keep-it-brief, just know-u-beat, u could "tie down" my "cow" but still woudln't "slow-the-beef"
Im an "analytical-criminal, leavin ya "condition-critical", now ya life "source-is-clinical"
My thought patterns are subliminal, I'll leave ya head "spinnin" cuz my rap "forces-r-centrifugal"
i got experience-wid-gats, ya whole-appearance-is-wack
my punches put ya rib-cage in ya back, to be exact, im talking about clearance-wid-macks
i'll take on "3" emcees steppin-2-me, bitch im a "tripple-threat"
i "surround-g's" to "ripple-sets", and "pound-knees" to "cripple-vets"
i'll hand u a "metal mike" so u can raise it 2 ur wig-and-u-"knock-ya-self-out"
u claim to spit "boulders" at kids-but-u-couldn't-"rock-yung-lout"
stick a flag in "lincolns" "grave" u still ain't "claim-n-fame"
some one "free-this-slave" before i "pop" him like "shampaine"
u must have "sex in circles" the way u "fucken-around"
this bitch is goin "no-where-fast" like plants "stuck-in-the-ground"
ur rhymes are "basic", "face-it", like "kindergartens" "tracin-lines"
kaos "scalpin" ya on "stage" in front of ya fans to "de-face-ya-rhymes"
EU:
Endo Jay
Your name says it all, this is the "End O Jay"/
My lyrics release demons that're usually pent away/
You lost, so I've no reason to be mad at ya/
'Cause you couldn't be above me if you stayed in Canada/
Your lines are weak, you've got a meak technique/
This bitch couldn't "flow smart" if he had a brain leak!/
You'll regret that we met after I spit this set/
Even if you're made by "Chevy" you couldn't be a "vette"/ ((Corvette))
This couldn't "drop bombs" if he was in Palestine/
His chance of a win is like Pittsburgh trading Dallas Hines!/
When I step up, consider your verses flipped/
This kid could be a toy and still not be equipped/
I drop verbal dynamite and the fuse has been lit/
It's like you're stuck in the desert, the way you can't spit/
Comin' at you is easy, you're easily teasible/
Victory for your team isn't lookin' feasible/
I come out with punches, throwin' them and landin'/
After my hits, forget your legs, you won't be standin'/
My last punch at you delivers this knockout/
And dude, about your mouth, you need to take my cock out/
LyricalIllusion diss
You're a true magician, 'cause talent from you's illusion/
Read your own damn lines if you wanna see confusion!/
Why did you even volunteer to drop lines in this bout?/
'Cause the only "droppin" this kid should do is drop out/
No intermission allowed when I apply this submission/
I'm so quick when I spit, that I'll destroy your vision/
No need to humiliate you, you've already done it/
I'm so sick with "tracks" that when I spit I "run" shit/
You couldn't get votes in a population of you/
This kid doesn't know that I'm rockin' stations, it's true/ ((Radio stations))
It's like I've got "verbal swingsets" the way I "play on words"/
You should leave now, 'cause my lines're slayin' nerds/
Your "lines" couldn't hurt me if they were made of "coke"/
Did you ever read your lines? That shit's a joke/
You couldn't "rock shit" if you were "eatin' stones up"/
Forget your kiddy shit, my shows're "seatin' grown-ups"/
This bout is almost over son, no need to fret/
Although it must be hard, 'cause I know you're upset/
I'll use this guy's magic to go get me a beer/
But you're best trick would be if you just disappeared/
Alright fellas, 80 lines against yas. Post your shit up when you get a chance.
-Dope Dago
Kaos:
Playboy Diss
Yall just sum decoys so I'll stay-annoyed wid these "play-boys"
u dawgs could attend a "welfare" "church" and still couldn't "pray-to-be-employed"
first-of-all, play boy u the worse-of-yall, I'll "fill" this kid up with my "flows" then watch him "burst-n-fall"
u "talk" "shit" like u "converse-in-stalls", I'll make all u "pussies" "disappear" like wen "bitches "disperse-in-malls"
u all a "day-of-mistake", I need a "glass eye" to "gaze-at-these-fakes"
if yall lived in "NEW YORK" u still wouldn't be "raise-n-the-stakes"
still think-uz-the-best? My "bars" will take ya to the "brink-of-death"
look how ya fagits are dressed!!! u "bleedin" dawg and that ain't "pink-on-ya-chest"
the "occurrence" of this "battle" is the "event-of-ya-demise"
u couldn't "invest" in a "win" cuz they were all "spent-on-ties"
get "satan" to write a ryhmes cuz u still wont have a "chance-in-hell"
u should watch who u "steppin-to" wen ya ain't even "dance-n-well"
i'll beat ya in the "past", "future", and "PRESENT" cuz u wouldn't be "gifted" if it was "christmas"
so quit tryin to diss-us wen ya "punches" are "weak" and ya always "miss-us"
ya "pre-menstral" cycle during "metapause" is the only time u got "flow"
dawg ur "foundation" wouldn't "florish" if "fertilized" with "miracle-grow"
quit "talkin" bout "chedda" if u've neva "heard-of-cheese"
cuz i "murda" emcees in the "1st", "2nd", and "3rd-degrees"
uz a "56k-modem-rappa" cuz ya "lines-fail-to-connect-quick"
so just cuz u'z a "natural-disaster" dont "mean-ya-wreak-shit"
Flawless Diss
flaw is "swallowed-by-me" more frequently than "extacy"
what did u expect-2-see? u only in the "spot-light" "standin-next-2-me"
rice "beat" yo ass twice and u still call ya self the "undisputed-champ"
so i'll continue to "brand" this bitch with my "flows" like an "un-diluted-stamp"
u trying to "pitch" for ya "team"? i wont "show-u-relief"
i'll keep-it-brief, just know-u-beat, u could "tie down" my "cow" but still woudln't "slow-the-beef"
Im an "analytical-criminal, leavin ya "condition-critical", now ya life "source-is-clinical"
My thought patterns are subliminal, I'll leave ya head "spinnin" cuz my rap "forces-r-centrifugal"
i got experience-wid-gats, ya whole-appearance-is-wack
my punches put ya rib-cage in ya back, to be exact, im talking about clearance-wid-macks
i'll take on "3" emcees steppin-2-me, bitch im a "tripple-threat"
i "surround-g's" to "ripple-sets", and "pound-knees" to "cripple-vets"
i'll hand u a "metal mike" so u can raise it 2 ur wig-and-u-"knock-ya-self-out"
u claim to spit "boulders" at kids-but-u-couldn't-"rock-yung-lout"
stick a flag in "lincolns" "grave" u still ain't "claim-n-fame"
some one "free-this-slave" before i "pop" him like "shampaine"
u must have "sex in circles" the way u "fucken-around"
this bitch is goin "no-where-fast" like plants "stuck-in-the-ground"
ur rhymes are "basic", "face-it", like "kindergartens" "tracin-lines"
kaos "scalpin" ya on "stage" in front of ya fans to "de-face-ya-rhymes"
EU:
Endo Jay
Your name says it all, this is the "End O Jay"/
My lyrics release demons that're usually pent away/
You lost, so I've no reason to be mad at ya/
'Cause you couldn't be above me if you stayed in Canada/
Your lines are weak, you've got a meak technique/
This bitch couldn't "flow smart" if he had a brain leak!/
You'll regret that we met after I spit this set/
Even if you're made by "Chevy" you couldn't be a "vette"/ ((Corvette))
This couldn't "drop bombs" if he was in Palestine/
His chance of a win is like Pittsburgh trading Dallas Hines!/
When I step up, consider your verses flipped/
This kid could be a toy and still not be equipped/
I drop verbal dynamite and the fuse has been lit/
It's like you're stuck in the desert, the way you can't spit/
Comin' at you is easy, you're easily teasible/
Victory for your team isn't lookin' feasible/
I come out with punches, throwin' them and landin'/
After my hits, forget your legs, you won't be standin'/
My last punch at you delivers this knockout/
And dude, about your mouth, you need to take my cock out/
LyricalIllusion diss
You're a true magician, 'cause talent from you's illusion/
Read your own damn lines if you wanna see confusion!/
Why did you even volunteer to drop lines in this bout?/
'Cause the only "droppin" this kid should do is drop out/
No intermission allowed when I apply this submission/
I'm so quick when I spit, that I'll destroy your vision/
No need to humiliate you, you've already done it/
I'm so sick with "tracks" that when I spit I "run" shit/
You couldn't get votes in a population of you/
This kid doesn't know that I'm rockin' stations, it's true/ ((Radio stations))
It's like I've got "verbal swingsets" the way I "play on words"/
You should leave now, 'cause my lines're slayin' nerds/
Your "lines" couldn't hurt me if they were made of "coke"/
Did you ever read your lines? That shit's a joke/
You couldn't "rock shit" if you were "eatin' stones up"/
Forget your kiddy shit, my shows're "seatin' grown-ups"/
This bout is almost over son, no need to fret/
Although it must be hard, 'cause I know you're upset/
I'll use this guy's magic to go get me a beer/
But you're best trick would be if you just disappeared/
Alright fellas, 80 lines against yas. Post your shit up when you get a chance.
-Dope Dago