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[Ya_Mon]

I'm like a tiger on crack
I leave roid zits on your back
I am better than a viagra salesman in a love shack
My beats are ill
Take a mydol pill
I will lay my nutsack on your forehead
If you will

'cause it takes two to make a thing go right
oooh yeah oooh yeah
it takes two to make it out of sight
oooh yeah oooh yeah

[kosta]

you can't f**k w/ me.


honestly, just try and find some obscure rap album that you think i may not know and just drop it line for line here.   it's your only chance.    battling w/ you is like punting babies.   it's fucked up, but it's fun.

why terry?  i told you NOT to bring it.
swinging dick like you had one, you're a mental midget.
battling giants, thinking you could, i'm explaining not even.
i'm the god that gave life to all of rap's creation.
i'm the one that brought light and established nations.
i'm the one that bred your family line w/ that of vagrants.
foreseeing this moment, knowing you'd come test me for ages.
but i don't blame, aiming for the highest of peaks,
i crack spines, catch you sleeping, crept on you for weeks.
better yet years, better yet your whole damn life.
i foresaw this moment, so let me finish this line.
let me finish up by foretelling your future.
nothing but a flatline for fucking w/ the best of duelers.
nothing but empty space, see you caught the void.
simply for fact that when i made you i was fucking annoyed.
unemployed at the time so i developed this ploy.
gave you your whole lifetime, gave time to enjoy.
saved you from the wrath of a god you is coy,
garnered all your lyrics and time waiting action.
never knowing i knew the outcome before your mother's contractions.
never understood that i'm the beginning of time.
i beat your ass every time, phrase by phrase or line for line.
please stop now because i just gave you the outcome.
I'm the definition of beating the s**t out of cats at the bottom.

[kosta]

the doctor is out for the day, just leave your wack ass lyrics in your posts and i will make an appointment to thoroughly whoop dat ass.


Ya Mon, yyou are blessed w/ the skill to spit rhymes.

wassom, i will not battle you.   i don't want a double homicide after i decapitated terry...

somebody give terry a magic machine where he can consolidate the thoughts of every battler on the forum.  i want to give him a chance. 

honestly, terry, have you ever seen anyone get owned like you were.   go create some screen names and f**k my aura up some more.  it's your ONLY chance of getting back at me.  and at that, you would do it behind my back.

why?  cuz you know the outcome of a frontal assault.
face to face you know i would rape your soul.
i would take your life from you, make you my #1 goal.
my purpose in life, simply to rip you hole from hole.
to inflict my pain on you to reverse the roles,
when you were the thread starter and i was just a mole.
welcome to battling kosta, your biggest obstacle.
did nate remove his arm from out your ass.
your just another puppet of his master plan.
a sick mother fucker w/ a strong pimp hand,
that's why he understood why i had to leave GH land.
That's why he cried when i left cuz now s**t is bland.
he's stuck w/ your wack rhymes to boast at jams.

terry.  stop.   now.

[kosta]

terry's rhymes are like reading words in stalls.
disgusting to read, but you can't help feeling sorry for those,
the ones that hide in places where they spill some sh*t.
hiding in the bathroom of life, believing they're hits.
writing "terry was here in two thousand and four",
get back to retrieving your heart that u spilled on the floor. 
practice makes perfect, but in your case it's lost.
blitzing your style like nazis in the holocaust.
devils couldn't imagine the pain i have in store,
for f*ggots w/ dreams to beat on the battle floor.
get your best wits about you, wake up and realize,
you're a mom and pop shop i'm an enterpriise,
consolidating assets to destroy your life,
battling gun duelers w/ your verbal knife.
dropping your response thinking it's hot.
had to quote me ten times in it to even give it a shot.
had to use my words in it to fight,
watch my jewels closely next time you commense to bite.

Edited for spelling, so as not to give you your ONLY chance at coming back. 
Using my own words to plageurize and attack.
you see i even rip you

[wen]

kosta and terry battling is sick!

[kosta]

terry, i'm tired so i stopped prematurely, much like your sex life.

i'll give you a WHOLE day to write s**t, think about it, and then write some more.  hopefully you'll provide me w/ some offensive, other than your wack ass rhymes, which are offensive.

[kosta]

no wen.   it's not battling.   it's a massacre.  the kid has no chance.


let me commense w/ the verbal rape,
my dick lifts in ya like an anal scrape,
draped your skin from my mantle as a symbol of power,
devour fake battlers locked you in the tower.
kept you up there put a mask on your face,
kept you incarcarated till i found just time to disgrace,
your honor, disgarded like a condom at waste,
when you spit half my lines back at me to give your battle a chance.
prancing like a prison bitch, Nate! give him protection.
Terry never dead brought you back resurrection.
wanted another chance to kill you swiftly advanced,
w/ my battle axe split you down to your crack,
a wack battler i never seen worse,
then a f****t w/ a small dick, terry, spitting his verse,
talking hard at me thought he rocked the jam,
i'm realer than death threats, terry's faker than spam.
bring a list of topics next time you want test the god,
eye to eye w/ the death dealer, gave St. Peter the nod.
told him to accept you at the pearly gates.
awaiting your maker when you sealed your fate.

[kosta]

NOT
ON
MY
LEVEL

[Jeff Wassom]

Kosta,

I think I could take out most of the guys on here, but I wasn't trying to battle YOU.  I slept on you for real.  I was seriously humbled when I saw the first couple of rhymes you wrote Friday.  Your have made me a better person already, and we haven't even met yet...

RECONIZE...
Wassom

[rudini]

s-m-u-g?
wassom wants to criticize me?
doesn't involve ya, kid
ya sound straight retardeded
that big daddy kane
has damaged yo brain
tha hist'ry lesson - maybe not my best work
but ya got to mix it up or look like a jerk
anything different scares y'all
while I've no fear to fall
I'm not bitin underground fashions
I'm drivin spikes like jc's passions
later ya smoking roaches and realizin ma genius
then wassom will be askin to suck ma penius (sic)
check this thread's pages numbered one through twenty
I been battlin while everyone else is just bitin good n plenty
kosta don't realize he fightin a ghost
I killed terry back around the 6th or 7th post
ya can't kill what's already dead
and I didn't no help from lyric sheets.... PUNKS!

-- yup that's what I said.

[Jeff Wassom]

Rudini,

Steppin up...I love it!

I'm a psychopath dude, I would suck your penis,
U couldn't make a baby's dick jealous though,
So I'm really not seein this,
JC's passions?  Rudini you've already lost,
You forgot motherf*cker, I was on that f*ckin cross,
Had my heart f*cken stolen,
Scratched and clawed to get it back,
Spike Rudini?  B*tch, your a f*ckin tack,
Then you have the nerve to put Plentee in your mouth?
You are Candygirl b*tch, New Edition turned you out.

[rudini]

wassom's obsessed wit tha enlarged male member and gettin ma words twisted
all do suggest his tale got lost on tha part wit tha cross-- ya comeback just missed it.
candy girl though was a nice attempt
eases ma feelins of hatred and contempt
but don't think I'm Johnny Gill
won't rub you the right way
more like Bell Biv and Devoe
my sh*t is poison, not gay
ya might be like Ralph Tresvant
who got lucky wit one hit
but I assure ya dat's it
I'm Bobby Brown at his peak
10 plus #1 jams rockin tha nation
You're just a kiddy-pop spin-off
aka Another Bad Creation


Oh... and before ya go off on tha Mr. Whitney Houston crap
'member  she needed a Bodyguard to hide from tha bitchslap.
go back to ya crack pipe ya crazy ass ho.
keep jockin kosta's ass...
pucker and blow.

[Jeff Wassom]

Rudini,

How many rounds do you want to go?  I'm happy that you stepped up, but must admit I'm getting a little bored over here.  This was cool for a weekend, but it's gotten old.  I might be in your area at the end of August, so hopefully we can get down on the BJJ tip for real.

Peace,
Jeff

PS Maybe Kosta might want to take over for me?  That could be really bad for you though...

[rudini]

i will graciously accept your conceit.
look me up in August so we can meet.

Kosta can bring an army or whatever
fool don't scare me, i've got nuthin to prove
sucka won't stop the throat sever
just another battle the little boy will lose

now excuse me. I got to take a dump, get dressed, and go to work-- not necessarily in that order.
'sup FOOLS!!!

[Jeff Wassom]

i will graciously accept your conceit.
look me up in August so we can meet.

Kosta can bring an army or whatever
fool don't scare me, i've got nuthin to prove
sucka won't stop the throat sever
just another battle the little boy will lose

now excuse me. I got to take a dump, get dressed, and go to work-- not necessarily in that order.
'sup FOOLS!!!

Heh, heh, if I didn't have any respect for you I wouldn't have posted what I did, nor shown any interest in training with you.  It's all good bro.  Just not feeling the battling thing anymore...

One,
Wassom