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[The Lyrical Butcher]

..b!tch u out of hospital so soon huh..let me mek it yo dwelling place...
..and yo if the multi's come off as simple tongue twisters to yo dumb@ss..
..fuk yo level barrol bullshi..swallow this hoe

{{let's go}}
See when i vent-sh!t, i then-script spits that bend-wrists
way i remove jaws, niggas should call me a dentist
always invent-sh!t with my bent-wits that dent-kids
then-flip like Hannibal and eat 'em like a banquet
the ruthless truth is, this b!tch i tellin fables-and-fibs this
whore's bent over tables-and-gives head to all 'em top lable-execs
see Miss Knoka's been flauntin her cleavage tryin to impress
with a stank pus, that even J.Witherspoon* wouldn't have interest
now i'ma chisel down this "hardy boys" ego
cause my flows lethal, like Chan mixed with a Segal
the Klux Clan in one man, this enigma is evil
stuck with the stigma of zeros, i've glazed trying to be heros
they now restin in the morgue, with peep-holes
from their feet-to-their-fros, i keep defeatin-my-foes
with flows that's even eatin'-their-clothes (whoa)
call it acid or a smashed-kid, it's a classic to leave this kid's @ss-kicked
fast-stripped his little rep quicker-than-flash-could, sh!t
(haha)slicker-than-Nash could spit(word up)....u kno it.. :P


..sh!t i'm serving flame broiled and grilled remains of maNYOKA...any1
fo seconds..legs..ribs...a breast anyone.. :twisted: ...here you go...


{{kip it comin}}
i'm a WordSmith,
how you gon' claim victory over this spoken-vet
'fore i've even broken-a-sweat, i got homes quoting-my-spits
{need to study mines}you ain't potent-yet,
what ever you smokin-quit, i'll have you choking-sick
tongue kissing the curb, bones pokin-from-slits
so big, they'll look like they should be owning-zips..(wat)..fuk outta here


..u only got two eyes sonny..how many black eyes u think i gon' giv you
let them sh!ts swell down abit first..fo u show that punchin bag, u call a
face, around here...u already bin b!tch slapped with my previous effortless
victories...fuk outta here..u startin to bore me...


BakDaFukUp
CAS'DEE (Cas Territory)
__________________________________________
sh!t, yall know-he-so-sick,
and so-quick, for-practise, i castrate flies-with-chopsticks,
burn eyes-with-hot-scripts, my hot-spits be toxics
(wanna) kno why you flop-b!tch, you have not got-wits

[The Lyrical Butcher]

... :roll: ... :idea: ... :oops: ..forgot to put wat the * meant as in J.Witherspoon...he that
old dude who luvs pusi and be always sayin "bang bang bang" like in every
sentence...he's in Wayans bro's..i think, actin as they father....


(fo thos dumb wit it)

[The Lyrical Butcher]

..ey dextor u nid2 go bak to yo lab u little...u front lyk u one sophisticated
b!tch..when u doin nothin but talkin a alot sh!t kid...93-94 u day dreamin
b!tch..mo lyk space age u still on sum kromagnun stone age sh!t...u lyk a boil
inthe @ss of ahh.com....the only thang u vexin b you b!tch...out my
sight ..i'm fukin royalty compared to you ho...i'm tired of this sh!t...now off
my nut juice..vapours



BakDaFukUp
CAS'DEE (Cas Territory)
______________________________________

"Jus sit and stare at the sig. and wonder how he does it"

-The lyrical Butcher-

[The Lyrical Butcher]

i'm royalty, but you dislexic, stupid and breakable like foil-see
youn boy-believ u can't toy-wit-me, dun sh!tted on u mothun any toilet-seat
don't toil-wit-heat...somebody tek him away b'fore i boil-this-geek...




...
there's keepin it real fo ya....(ohh i see)yo brain must not b y2k complient
cause after you hit 1999 it must be now goin in reverse...92-94 you meant
to say 2006-2008 and 2005 virgin nyoka will still have the hardest dick..
..haha..vapours



BakDaFukUp
CAS'DEE (Cas Territory)
______________________________________

"Jus sit and stare at the sig. and wonder how he does it"

-The lyrical Butcher-

[Lil'Buck]

Nice flow niggas but WTF is up with the beef and shit... aniways here are my bars: straight from the gutter


'Lyrically' I’m the Mastermind, Over all Number one, but never 'Underrated’/
'Especially' when I Rip Throw Y'all so sick, tha out come, your body 'Excoriated'/
I must be 'Effulgent' The way my Rhymes 'Brilliancy' out shine these 'Wigga'/
Call me 'NIgga'... And Ill just keep testin you till you call it 'Quits' and Pull-The-Trigga//
I spit shit so fast, make mind ‘Torpid’ ya novice, stick to The right Stage/
You couldn’t “Ameliorate” in text if you were wine at an old age/
I really need to just stop and end this, yeah some ‘Menace’/
Y'all couldn’t Beat This If you wrote my rhymes on ya ‘Penis’/
I bet all you talk about is ‘lettin’ off tecks and ‘squeezin’ ones/
Your fake, stop talkin about ‘loadin’ tecks when you cant ‘fill’ up a water gun/

***Finisher***
After This, I’m gonna make you look like a 'Palindrome' Cuz its gonna be "MuRDeR"/
Writin words all over the Halls-and-Walls Of ya Home, all Statin 'ReDRuM' cuz its Over/

[D_Infinite]

Lil'Buck said:

Nice flow niggas but WTF is up with the beef and shit... aniways here are my bars: straight from the gutter


'Lyrically' I’m the Mastermind, Over all Number one, but never 'Underrated’/
'Especially' when I Rip Throw Y'all so sick, tha out come, your body 'Excoriated'/
I must be 'Effulgent' The way my Rhymes 'Brilliancy' out shine these 'Wigga'/
Call me 'NIgga'... And Ill just keep testin you till you call it 'Quits' and Pull-The-Trigga//
I spit shit so fast, make mind ‘Torpid’ ya novice, stick to The right Stage/
You couldn’t “Ameliorate” in text if you were wine at an old age/
I really need to just stop and end this, yeah some ‘Menace’/
Y'all couldn’t Beat This If you wrote my rhymes on ya ‘Penis’/
I bet all you talk about is ‘lettin’ off tecks and ‘squeezin’ ones/
Your fake, stop talkin about ‘loadin’ tecks when you cant ‘fill’ up a water gun/

***Finisher***
After This, I’m gonna make you look like a 'Palindrome' Cuz its gonna be "MuRDeR"/
Writin words all over the Halls-and-Walls Of ya Home, all Statin 'ReDRuM' cuz its Over/

nice try but now go back to your playpen

[D_Infinite]

The Lyrical Butcher said:

..b!tch u out of hospital so soon huh..let me mek it yo dwelling place...
..and yo if the multi's come off as simple tongue twisters to yo dumb@ss..
..fuk yo level barrol bullshi..swallow this hoe

{{let's go}}
See when i vent-sh!t, i then-script spits that bend-wrists
way i remove jaws, niggas should call me a dentist
always invent-sh!t with my bent-wits that dent-kids
then-flip like Hannibal and eat 'em like a banquet
the ruthless truth is, this b!tch i tellin fables-and-fibs this
whore's bent over tables-and-gives head to all 'em top lable-execs
see Miss Knoka's been flauntin her cleavage tryin to impress
with a stank pus, that even J.Witherspoon* wouldn't have interest
now i'ma chisel down this "hardy boys" ego
cause my flows lethal, like Chan mixed with a Segal
the Klux Clan in one man, this enigma is evil
stuck with the stigma of zeros, i've glazed trying to be heros
they now restin in the morgue, with peep-holes
from their feet-to-their-fros, i keep defeatin-my-foes
with flows that's even eatin'-their-clothes (whoa)
call it acid or a smashed-kid, it's a classic to leave this kid's @ss-kicked
fast-stripped his little rep quicker-than-flash-could, sh!t
(haha)slicker-than-Nash could spit(word up)....u kno it.. :P


..sh!t i'm serving flame broiled and grilled remains of maNYOKA...any1
fo seconds..legs..ribs...a breast anyone.. :twisted: ...here you go...


{{kip it comin}}
i'm a WordSmith,
how you gon' claim victory over this spoken-vet
'fore i've even broken-a-sweat, i got homes quoting-my-spits
{need to study mines}you ain't potent-yet,
what ever you smokin-quit, i'll have you choking-sick
tongue kissing the curb, bones pokin-from-slits
so big, they'll look like they should be owning-zips..(wat)..fuk outta here


..u only got two eyes sonny..how many black eyes u think i gon' giv you
let them sh!ts swell down abit first..fo u show that punchin bag, u call a
face, around here...u already bin b!tch slapped with my previous effortless
victories...fuk outta here..u startin to bore me...


BakDaFukUp
CAS'DEE (Cas Territory)
__________________________________________
sh!t, yall know-he-so-sick,
and so-quick, for-practise, i castrate flies-with-chopsticks,
burn eyes-with-hot-scripts, my hot-spits be toxics
(wanna) kno why you flop-b!tch, you have not got-wits

SICK SICK SICK :o

[D_Infinite]

Knoka said:

Teach u a thing or three bout rappin'...

Its funny u brought rhymin'/ heard of tactical word fanatics?/ is where i'm at bitch/ keep comin' ass-wards ur Kwame flows r bastards/i've seen everyone f**k wit an' pour they "mustard"/guess its might turn unzippin'/ tha hip level barrel ur lips is use 2 clippin'/B cluster rhymin' 4 fags an' back in the days they rolled likewise/see u still put words exact/ when now its all style an' pronounce/ i f**k wit medaphores plus delivery...that fucks wit girlsround tities tthat bounce vigorously/ now notice the two bars pay off respectively an' not sequentialy... u could hav' learned from Biggie/ ur style freebie type knee deep/ wit d*ck in ya mouth... n***a ever breath?/now step a level an' stop quotin' ur flows heterosexual/ an' cut the bitchin' think u know shit?/ i leave u in parables i'm ur rhyme matador the more u gore u horn air an' paradox/ see i'm jus' cannible like Morlocs able ta make hats out of ur ankle bones.. or worse block ur nasals doug.... passage an' air ducts/ now try an' breath out ya mouth/ oh yeah.. that path's blocked tight too/ since u turned fageth style raps dude/ i got mad beef for that ass/u turn-style or i'll be forced to add more mustard on u crap.

Bet u still pay off bars like i.e clip wit flip. not knowin' shit, wip or big pays off too. its a new era wake-up an' stop f***in' wit cluster rhymin' u predictable mutha***ers

Read this Biggie shit R.I.P "Hypnotize":

Thicker than the average...papa twist cabbage... off instict.... nikkas dont think /....shit stinks like gators/ party.......... layers/timbs for ma hooligans in Brooklyn.

try rhymin' that wit ur nursery ass tactics u weak clusterin' rhyme addicts.

learn from tha best an' flip that shit respectively an' not always sequentialy thats why he will always be remembered as the bet rapper of all times[/b

Nikkas is still cleptos in this. Knoka's the other half that rocks [b]maniacs an' shit.

Knoka

WAY TO UP YOUR SHIT HOMEY :shock:

[The Lyrical Butcher]

..i try and recline..i see another weak-ryhme
anotha pussi wanna be popped and just can't decline//
shitty-buck is outta shitty-luck cause mines hit like fifty-pucks
this soho pro-hoe seeking to blow-yo's truly for fifty-bucks//
fuk wat you say-ho "straight from the gutter" :lol: you one fukin gaybo
watch as my fists type spits to mold yo face like play-dough//
(switch tempo to schoolin mode) understand,
a theasaurus don't mek u a better rhymer... :oops: ...(ok)..
u wanna b schooled i suggest-u-line-up...i can see u still justa-miner//
you can see-when-it's-natural..the creativity-is-factual... :wink: //
but u forcin it, u out of context, distortin sh!t...boy u nid 2b sortin it// so
forget the first three-bars...tek to heart wat i've jus told u and victory-is-ours




..on the real, u can't beat me son...
..i got rhymes fo dayz...understand this young'un..u shouldn't hev to
think about yo next word or yo next bar cause that sh!t should be right
on the edge of yo tounge..as fo me..i be scriptin a bar and a can't even
wait to finish so as i can start rip'n the next...kinda like how u talkin jus
a notch slower...zoning :P ...out






ON A SCHoolIn TiP
CAS'DEE (Cas Territory)
___________________________________

A Candle Looses Nothing by Lightning Another

-The Lyrical Butcher-