Born Again Versus. Horse!!

That's right ladies and gentlemen...the fight of the century....Ok men.....LETS GET READY TO RUMBLE!!!!

i'm bouta toast dis raw kid, eiyo forum emcees ... its on again /
i put da sword in his chest 2 see if he'll really get born again /
even faggits like Hekima gon watch u swing ur swords n chuckle /
nigga all it takes is one hit 2 put ur 4kin corpse in rubble /
why am i callin u nigga? u couldnt rap better if ur ass black /
u more like a asian chic cos i'm bouta leave ur ass flat /
4k a book, i'ma have da gun blast n open up ur mind /
bird niggaz like u speak-with-beaks but no bleaps to open ur line /
ur verse couldnt hold power if u quote them out a bible /
for empty barrels like u, i'ma fill a barrel or scout a rifle /
i dont give a 4k if u part jew / ma slugs'o make ur soul depart u /
remember christians piss n fart too / yappin like u got SARS too /
religious preference n all tha bullshit 2 me is still crime /
lotta time on ya hands, i'ma shoot da watch on ya wrist 2 kill time /
ma lyrics have u stay shook like the dice in vegas /
you's a d*ck so i'ma piss u off, plus u just like dem tyson haters /
have ur body break apart like Jesus did da loaf at lord's supper /
i have plumbers clear out ur asshole cos you's a cock plus a cork sucker /
have u suck n pull on da barrel n watch u puff da smoke out /
come with a "foreman" grill next time, dis fight is a no-bout /
no doubt / i got lyrical know how / 2 put a 4kin scar 2 ur breast /
the only time u electrifying is when i put a 4kin spark 2 ur chest /
da only "truth" u know is the paul pierce style u recon /
da only thing u can convert is an american tape to secam /
for ur southafrican wife, huh, dont make me bring ur girl in /
i got a loud mouth, nigga, dont make me break ur world in /

A Horse is a horse/ of course of course/
this jack ass bucks and neighs when she's facin' the force/
of the Ill One, the Real One, Son your style is Whack/
you better wave the white flag, fag, and surrender like Iraq/
I'll call you Sadam, the American bomb just fell on you/
Your own crew hates you, if your still alive they'll tell on you/
and lead me to your hide out/
I'll knock on your door, and hear a woman's voice say, "dont kill me, I'll be right out!"/
Your feminine, right now I bet you're sniffin' boxers/
applyin' lipstick while ironing your man's dockers/
don't test "The Mic Rocker" if you wanna stay alive/
I'm authorized to pulvarize at speeds that a saucer flies/
Your rhymes are awefull, it seems from how you type you're illiterate/
Sean Paul just gave me a light to smoke you like a cigarette/
I puff a little bit, then throw you to the ground and snuff you/
You're living in the suburbs yet your talkin' like a tuff dude/
In between studying insects and playing your Nintendo/
you probably sneak around peakin' through Mr. Johnson's window../
While he's bathin' cravin' for an opportunity to kiss/
But he saw your nappy head peekin' and hit you with his fist/
your dismissed...see you made me have to act a fool/
I'm a Christian but listen, I get raw when I have too/
So go back to your insects and the dockers for your hubby/
Respond to this one ..son....and things will get much more ugly...

The first rhyme entitled TKO was posted by HORSE!!

hhahahahaha me feminine? . . hahaaaaaa

lisen i can nut in ur chick n fiddle her titty wi' feather /
have her pass ma clothes, then i pick n roll like Bibby n Webber /
pull da "big mac" in ya face, its ur choice - 2 stay or 2 go? /
4kin "lunatic", the only dilemma u in is whether 2 gay or 2 hoe /


lisen i seen ya move raw kid, but i'm just passing by rite now ... dis ain no response cos i'll be back 2 respond.
African emcee shut ur 4kin ass up - u read both verses? huh da irony of it he dropped 2, how many i dropped? dunno where u read ma second verse. shut ur ass up n let grown men finesse it!

You can try to respond for a million years, but you'll never be better/
with verses like "lisen i can nut in ur chick n fiddle her titty wi' feather"/
What feather? The one your boyfriend tickles your feet wit'?/
On your frequent- redevouz you try to keep secret?/
peep it...your man is wonderin' where his "sweet cheeks" went/
I told him I saw you freakin' with some big hairy puerto rican/
OH YEAH...by the way, Mr. Johnson wanted me to tell you/
You'de better fix that window that you fell through- when he nailed you/
you know, the one I alluded too in my last verse/
He also handed me a bag and asked "will you return that lad's purse?"/
I guess you dropped it when you started runnin'/
He told me how your flip flops got caught on the hose and he started gunnin'/
He also wanted me to tell you to stop sniffin' the flowers/
He said to plant and water them joints it took his wife hours/
You've got no power...a "gay rapper", that sounds bizzare!/
You've got pink rims and a rainbow sticker on your car/
And you wanna battle me?? Must be smokin' a pound/
Smokin' pot' smokin' rock, plus sniffin' coke by the by the mounds/
I anticipate your response...I need a good laugh/
So stop leavin' Sergio waitin' and give your man a good bath/


T.K.O. *ding ding ding*