Writeous vs. Nimrod and Warbux f. Ness -Semi Final
Battle verse against Nimrod and Coby aka Warbux. Odd on the intro, and Ness on the outro.
Not your typical MC from the south. Writeous™ brings something new to the table, by combining abstract concepts, concious topics, and battle rapping all in one
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Lyrics
No time for lying Ryan, denying that Writeous is ill/
Quit crying, get silent, pussy keep them vagina lips sealed - I’m tired/
And sick of your lines and that high in pitch squeal/
No ones trying to hear your nine minute rhymes of you bitching and whining/
Or you spitting some science, shit, your not competing/
One good thing leads to another that explains why your not leading / - but,
Don’t get it twisted, this isn’t advice from a pimp/
But best believe this shit is just the tip of the Ice Berg Slim/
How did u get past last round, this clowns disgrace/
I’ll dial the jakes, fuck making an audio file I’mma file a complaint/
So you better seek cover, cause the blitzkrieg’s coming/
Please believe I got some dirt on you, and its six feet of it – geek/
Bragging about the ass that he gets/
Man getting ass is not jacking your dick to fat chick from a chat who flashed you her tits/
I find it sad that you live, on campus but sit/
24 hours in front of a lab top typing up half witted scripts/
You’ll never get my respect/
With those derriere force lines you spit, I’m surprised they don’t come with a Nike check/
He’s stunned, and he might be vexed, regardless what u say – Rod/
Your style is plain as day, so you should call it a day/
I’m a gentle man, its ladies first so your better off before me/
Consider me out for blood, just like a Red Cross employee/
Nim, now everyone on this board knows that your bitch/
Even your figure of speech is 36 24 36/
Mr Syllable thinking he’s winning, you got to be kidding us/
Your ass, your not Eminem, you sound more like an emena/
I’m giving a gash to the head of this drunken, bewildered pube/
So the next time you buy alcohol, you’ll be rubbing it in your wounds/
I heard some shit bout your girl kid/
They say blood is thicker than water, but damn even water is thicker than your girl is/
You being on radio, bet that wont happen often/
Only person calling for more Bucs plays is Brad Johnson/.
I know the favors u done, aiming gay friends to come get you votes/
Saying you won, wait they was saying you one dimensional/
You must have taken a page that was placed up in some bitches notes/
Delivery’s nasal is that plato stuck in your nose?/
Your an animal lover, guess there’s no shame in that/
Well I’mma be out getting pussy while your home playing with your cats/
I’m blazing this vet, so take a rest dawg, you aint the best, /
He’s so afraid I bet, I made his flesh crawl and take baby steps/
He’ll stop spitting, then got involved with religion/
So call Writeous Allah, cause Warbux is god fearing/
Watch me appear from the dark, in your mirror sharp scissors/
Start grinning, then ask you how does it feel when it’s lodged in your heart/
Don’t need a crossover to break Kobe/
James, My jargons jogging all over your jockers, I aint joking/
You caught an L, dwell on thought, You Lose/
The only thing you ever be better than me at is yahoo pool - bitch
