BLitZ3D V.s EG TEN (second battle)A Poem by BLitZeDEG TEN /V.S/ BLitZ3D *ROUND 1* *EG TEN* For the second time around, I won't be too gentle.// You turds can't rhyme for shitt, soft as a noodle.// Get rid of that shirt, Wordman, do us a favor.// It ain't bad at all, its just, one size too little.// Ill break you fools in half, straw snapping like a scarecrow// Cowardly lion come out, Monster Smashed you innuendo.// The reason why you got passed by the first time around// Like a girl post some pix up, cut my s**t in half, now u goin down// You and Wordman teams up, who cares! a pair of freakin clowns// *BLitZ3D* let um start off first, either way ur a representation of a man in a hearse /hurt um real bad n rubbed his face in the dirt/the pics that I posted was just a b***h in a skirt/sskkirrt! on this n***a, like who you f****n with nerd?/ that's a f****n sweater what u talkin bout shirt?/ an what exactly do you think you rhymed off t**d?/ screwed from the start, pulled out and drove straight into the curb/ Asian drivers man, they'll never f****n learn/ a coward vs a lion I guess my warning wasn't herd/ why'd you delete the first battle? you coulda reread my words/ then you'd probly remember to go again would be absurd/ but everyone loves a under dog, makes emotion go reverse/ cause then when you go under dog , the wears not even worse/ an no one teamed up on you,/ I tagged in and hulk Hogan lumped a few/ American Dream, elbow jumped at you,/ then to your defense, in ran gorilla monsoon/ the way I see it, the joker popped both of you,/ a heist on ur thread but that's just my point of view./ sights locked retical red, not a sound with the front mount/ knights drop, clown with a crown, and a jester in bed./ leave um slumped out/ /roar/ I messed with his head/ take my advice and this cypher ...just jump out **Round 2** **EG TEN** Let um start off first? Now what the f**k was that?// Your no king of the jungle, but a little p***y cat!// A blissful of zits in your face a sign disgusting// BlitZed does not show off his face an ugly duckling// My rhyme is in verse, so fresh with multiple gears on my Hearse// You can't spit for shitt, so your a*s be going in reverse// A fan of hulkamania? That s**t ain't real brotha!.// I bet your next line would be "Hakuna Matata!// You ain't no damn Mufasa, your like that fool Scar hangin out With them ugly a*s Hyena// I laugh at you BlitZed, I pissed, I flip the script with my skills// Your elbow dropped not fast enough a straight kick up your chest!// This is SPARTA!!!! So jump on out! off to the next round// Welcome to the Writer's Creed, A true MC battleground!// **BLitZ3D** if this is Sparta then b***h I'm Gannicus,/ two swords in my hand while u attack with some shallow s**t/ your damn right I'm scar and ull still bow down to this/ u wont get to far hyenas surround in the mist/ Hakuna Matata but theres reason to worry kid/ shoot um point blank an laugh as he say the dots are blury miss/ from his stomach out leaks guts an curry strips/ no lines to connect, his souls in a hurry, drips,/ out his mouth like his mom as she dines in nutty bliss/ bust um quick like his dad, his sister we both miss/ a cute little thing, deaf dumb n blind, snitch/ I think not, i broke her fingers, a tight grip/ dropped her leg and screamed Hogan wins/ layed on top of her and counted to three/ donkey punched that b***h in the head an continued to proceed/ so ask her how much I give a f**k about writers creed // ***ROUND 3*** ***EG TEN*** You claim to be a Marvel-Super-Villain-God-Like / If you are Galactus" I'm Lactose - Bacilli / Fermented like Lactic Acids what I spit!/ A genus of original but your just a make belief/ BlitZed please! step it ^ up a bit higher/ Your dealing with an oldskool underground Sniper / None of that Kindergarten shitt' of entry level / My words may be shallow but yet sharp as a Razor / Your write- wrist slice the veins blood burst just like a geyser / My word plays undefeated so try a little Monster / I sMashed your Baked Potatoe with chives a little butter / On side some bits of bacon a Cub is now a Lion / If you don't understand, im at work im eating Lunch / Im on break and wasted half of my time you little punk/ But its cool It's all in fun and that's what its all about / In a place full of infected A cesspool full of talent / Respect to my opponent a true Warrior of Poets / A Monster Mash Creator, A Master of Salvation / The bad a*s Mr. BlitZed, Will continue this shitt later-/ Here at Writer's Creed, or where ever else you pleased/ ***BLitZ3D*** A mutant, a radioactive contusion./My a*s, gave it gas, now im f*****g moving./Onto the end, the finish line, a f*****g shoe in./Im new an, your old news, news i knew and /screws im loosing, as we pretend this battle im loosing, wrap it up with a few loose ends, /confusing, a thriving city, up an left it in ruins./Black cloaked, hooded druid, IV fluids, /Gat broke, firing pin, out i chewed it, trigger squeezed now, told you id do it./Ten teeth marks on the barrel, yea EG blew it./Face on some blue s**t, stiff Elmers glue tip, /sticky grip, stick um up, Richy Rich, Jackson upper cuts, a Rampage, no f***s./Bomb on the stage, chickens with no cluck./Took a bomb on stage, chicken heads, my dicks well sucked./Salmonella poisoning, chocked the chicken, she likes it real rough. /In an out, left and right, my blade keeps the feathers well plucked. /Goose and a swan, I recognize no duck, bad luck, body covered up in the back of the truck./One G, no UN, i see, just me..no pun./Mission complete, no fun, grey skies, trust me, no sun.. rains not done. /Bars run from bars, bring the heavens down from the stars, impacts bombard/even from behind bars locked cars explode far, gorilla tactics, no holds bared, reload the AR/Re-roll a new cigar, as i retold, another page from Scar/12 bubbles Gage the contents of this unmarked mason jar./I know your popping some corny something, but i wasn't listening./Busy kicking it with Popcorn Sutton, drinking an smoking weed in the kitchen./These lines must be glitching, space-time the fabrics ripping./Physics are fucked, i need a new physician./Watch as my feet move, roots grew planted in a quantum position./Like Groot, stomp um like a twig, raging tunnel vision./A ton of incisions, a gun mixed with questionable decisions. /A life for a life, changes nothing, for both sides the death penalty still glistens./the only difference is the same as this blunt. b***h, BLitZ3D is still hitting. /Next time i roar a warning make sure you f*****g listen... / battle? Im already bored with you ..... I pulled a gun And a sword you drew © 2015 BLitZeDAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on August 16, 2015 Last Updated on August 16, 2015 AuthorBLitZeDNew Jersey Devil, FLAbouti give them the plans i drew up with thoughts methodically calculated and so intricately placed , every outcome was accounted for and algebraically related. f*****g statistically graced, like .. more..Writing
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