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[daftconduct]

any peepz wanna battle??
holla back...

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[Horse]

Daftconduct / I rap "corrupt" / "Daz" whasup /
fuck u "uP" with a pillow under 4 back support /
& Have u stick ya hand out like u callin 4 cabs /
hit ma hood & best believe ur bitchass is fallin 4 grabs /
They say it takes a real bitch 4 a nigga 2 be callin 4 ass /
bust a nut all in ur bra's / next day u callin 4 daps /
I bash cunts / & I'm like Houdini pullin true gat stunts /
that'll leave ya fuckin brain seedless like Tupac's nuts/
A soft nigga but ur dick hardly dangles /
cos itz out of place like Demi Moore in Charlies Angles /
Bust ya cap off like Pepsi cos they got a "prize on ya head" /
& like cowboy movies catch me fuckin ur toothless wife on a peg /
bitch!!!

strike back .... letz do dis!!!

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"What u call a brawl is eternal souls clashing" - Nas

[daftconduct]

heheeh funny shit dawg....
here it is lemme kick it fo you s0n...and how da fuck you kno my name waz DAZ dawg????fukn weird shit..

i 'box you in' like 'skeletons gainin back his skin' with force/
you'll be screamin day and night until ya 'voice' turns 'HOARSE'/
I 'eat flesh' and drop kin like 'Hannibals' 'Anthony Hopkins'/
your lyrics are straight 'garbage' and yall know that i stomp 'bins'/
I deplete tha weak and defeat techniques on street corners/
im holdin this heat to ya body like 500 degree saunas/
and im slicin ya legs off coz you cant stand to lose/
i abuse ya eye view vision destroyin ya range of vision/
i spit precision and mathematical n infactual division/
new to this? you spit like you verbally celibate/
and you rhymin about cabs and shit is simply irrelevant/
ya flow sttuuutttteerrrss so much its like you got a speach impedement/
im on my 13th line and now you know battlin me was ya mistake/
yo, you couldnt leave tha crowd shook up even if you were an earthquake/

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[daftconduct]

heheeh funny shit dawg....
here it is lemme kick it fo you s0n...and how da f*ck you kno my name waz DAZ dawg????fukn weird shit..

i 'box you in' like 'skeletons gainin back his skin' with force/
you'll be screamin day and night until ya 'voice' turns 'HOARSE'/
I 'eat flesh' and drop kin like 'Hannibals' 'Anthony Hopkins'/
your lyrics are straight 'garbage' and yall know that i stomp 'bins'/
I deplete tha weak and defeat techniques on street corners/
im holdin this 'heat' to ya 'body' like 500 degree 'saunas'/
and im slicin ya 'legs' off coz you cant 'stand' to LOSE/
when i ABUSE , ya 'eye view' destroyin ya range of 'vision'/
i spit precision and 'mathematical' n infactual 'division'/
'new' to this? you spit like you verbally 'celibate'/
and you rhymin about 'cabs' and shit is simply 'irrelevant'/
ya flow 'sttuuutttteerrrss' so much its like you got a 'speach impedement'/
im on my 13th line and now you know battlin me was ya mistake/
yo, you couldnt leave tha crowd 'shook up' even if you were an 'earthquake'/

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[daftconduct]

read tha second one....
tha second one is tha proper one

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[daftconduct]

daym aint no one replyin to this thread....?
this place juz turned into a ghost town..

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[daftconduct]

any one else wanna battle???

get back at me s0n

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[Horse]

DA GAUTIER:
check whut u just said .. "the call me a pest cuz i wear a bulletfree vest in my town " don't that sound wack???
Listen .. u damn right it better b in ur town cos out here in new york u'll come off as a drag.






DAFT CONDUCT:
U keep ur hand up while ur man fuckin u in da tenament / u gotta understand the rhymes & that way it wouldnt be irrelevant /

ok here we go ... dont be shocked i know ur fuckin file & the bitch that u r

I see thru u like script tarrots / while u flip carrots /
2nd verse iz da "proper"? u sound like those suburb kid faggots /
The only "Bin" u stomp is da picture of "Laden" wi' 10 wives /
so how come u eat flesh when u only suck it between ur man's thighs? /
Stomp ya face with "Timbs" till ur face Spark like Bubba /
tell me who gon "scream" like Michael cos we know u a fag that bite rubber /
u studied ma style tryin'a bite da hand tha feeds ya? /
I'm that "hard" nigga that bring the "bang" that "seeds" ya / (bitch) /
decease ya / "snap" ya head & slam it down like the Admiral do /
cos ur style underdeveloped like faded pitcures'o Amir Raldu /
U only burn ma shit down cos ur body rottin under ma sewage system /
& just like the boys in Neverland, ur ass gettin "sewage fixin" / (lay pipes)
I run dis shit like the law keepin u down like city low rents /
"ya 'eye view' destroyin ya range of 'vision' " ...nigga u make no sense /
I double a 20-20 vision so catch me at the 40-40 bar /
whyle security strip ur bitchass down like itz fuckin Mardi Gras /
battlin u was a mistake? / battlin u was a bitch rape /
u ain sick enuff tho ur that type'o AIDS patient that switch blades /
i'm ferociously deep like crocodiles that bathe under da Tigris /
kwik 2 drown ur fuckin ass to depths invisible 2 da iris /
u know what da time is /
bitch act like u know.........

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"Toni Braxton sayin Jay-Z is stealin raps .... It getz 2 the point where I tuck ma rap ....cos rappers is stealin raps & I aint even feelin that .... " - Hollywood

[daftconduct]

pfft...horse , know my fuckin file??? suck my dick s0n...you dunno shit bout me! if ne ones tha bitch its you ph00l!

Youve talked more shit , than when my anus started talkin/
YOU got tha carrot in ya ass thats why you waddle when you walkin/
you stalkin , little boys coz you a straight up child rapist/
im rippin ya face like in Face Off coz you to pussy to face this/
i lace wrists , and pace this , on each tempo that i deplete you with/
swingin punchline fists causin K.O.'s coz you goddamn illiterate/
and you fake in this and plastic , yo you tha real Michael Jackson/
you bitin harder than rubber , you bitin hard bodyboards that im waxin/
and you seedin me...daym dawg i aint into no homosexuality/
your abnormality is ya reality which makes me blast ya with brutality/
and fatalities , like Mortal Kombat im leavin you with multiple casualties/
me suckin between my mans thighs? , man you lickin between tha ass crack/
you thrive for mens assholes on ya tongue and rubbin ya nutsack/
and you were probably tha security guard that delibrately stripped me/
coz you hosted tha mardi gra , dont talk lies when you try to diss me/
and you spit so boring you may as well feed me some sedatives/
you prolly wish you could change ya rhyme up now and have it all edited/
and yo i spit physical metaphors which make me metaphysical/
i finish you , cuttin you off in this like crods of umbilical/

bitchass...dun come front me ph00l...all gangsta n shit...getcha ass outta here b0i...fake ass

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[daftconduct]

well post up a rhyme s0n...
get it hoppin

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[Horse]

Gettin Horse on da net on weekends is highly unlikely .....just like u tryin'a convince niggaz in here that u ain't a bitch. anyway the boss is back.

daftconduct....okay here we go

I'm like AT&T, dis weekend I gave u da free lines /
your bleek mind & weak rhymes can never beat mines /
barbecue your ribs 3 times, like da "Butcher" treat swines /
cos monkies like u get banana clips 4 aiming high wi' tree climbs /
I bet ur anus talk a lot, cos tha's where niggaz spark a lot /
drive-bys, drive thrus & where fag niggaz park a lot /
Corpses get shook by ma words than Jackson in Thriller /
I stayz waxin da squiller, like Tony Montana packin da scrilla /
Muthafucka ur style sweet like Ghanaian chocolates at Valco /
I'm like Rocky Balbo, with dark skin snipping like that nigga Malvo /
"Skillz" like Gangstarr, a God like Rakim, I wanna curse Zeus /
faggots like u gets booed whyle u kiss ass like church peus /
African hiphop emcees laugh & crown u the pussy by vote /
cos you're the type that pimps test they finger in ur couchie like coke /
Aint nuth'n about you to applaud so I'ma clap ur brains out /
with stains out, just 2 free ya brain & snap the chains out /
I'll switch ya ID card to a tombstone & take u back 2 da Flintstones /
where kids will play with ur fuckin skull & hustlers wanna sling bones /
Get this, the metaphysical thrives on esthetics, fess this /
I'm still "nicer" than u, though you're the type tha use cosmetics /
Forget battle judges, u know whatz up bitch, why don't u tell us? /
cos when it all goes down, u'll "get made" like Tommy in Goodfellas /
muthafucka!!! :lol:

respect da game ..... if u can't game da respect!!!!

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"I'm talkin 2 an empty telephone...u know why? cos there's a dead man on da other side of the line."

[daftconduct]

are u forreal bitch....getcha ass on hear mutha-uffa..
this is tha last one im spittin u wastin my time phool...

yeh from ya words you leavin corpses shook and in a rave/
bcoz ya wack that even ya fam are turnin in their graves/
Ghanaian chocolates at Valco? wot you talkin about when you moan?/
i dont understand a word you sayin like Sylvester Stalone/
you stoned by pre school kids like ya ass is gettin schooled/
ya word is overruled , yo no one is trustin this dood/
you say i gotz a bleek mind , when you wack wif techniques/
on tha real , you tha one thats straight up bleeker than Memphis Bleek/
and weaker than gays-in-boutiques , dont show me no fukn cheek/
you just a cheeky little bastard so ima wreck-ya-neck/
and inspect ya weak shit like im Inspectah Deck/
respect-the-effect of ya visual and feelings i defect/
coz you probably collect my lines and copy them like double decks/
if ya pops could've predicted what you would have looked like/
he would have backed out coz an ugly ass kid is what he dislikes/
and you got ya looks from ya momz coz i should know/
coz now shes my baby momma and my pimpin hoe/
and yeh tha MC's on this board crown me pussy by vote/
coz i get so much couchie and im deepin down throats/
and i use cosmetics unlike you a rhyme you cant make-up/
you shake up , my computers even shudderin makin me wake up/
you talkin gay shit sayin ill 'get made' in a show called Good 'Fellas'/
you prolly wish you had my ass coz you an asshole dweller/

punk bitch
im outtie in this shit....you couldnt spit to save ya life and you had a bucket of saliva next to you bitchass
suck my brown dick nigga

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[daftconduct]

"and i use cosmetics unlike you a rhyme you cant make-up/"
make-up = rhymes but also cosmetics.....double meanin
-sylvester stalone mumbles alot when he talks
-memphis bleek is wif rocafella records
-inspectah deck is in wu-tang

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[The Lyrical Butcher]

..........nuh, really........ :lol:

[The Lyrical Butcher]

...both yall came with...my word is...daft, stick around....stay up son