body the nigga above u in 4 bahz

[Virbius]

Hey did you just do a scheme about programming languages?
..Why the fuck?
Sorry to be quite abrupt,
But that was some random ass shit like Monty ‘Python’s stuff.

He don’t even know how far off he is.. I can tell from Miles-tone.
Why you telling me your type of phone? oh it’s a rotary one, that’s nice to know.
I always thought it was kinda obvious you’d ‘dial own’.
I bet it cost lots though, gotta dire loan.

“You’ll get a different style from here on out / changing cassettes” ..?
Was that some kind of gun bar? I’m vaguely perplexed.

“That last line was prolly played out”
Yeah I’m getting to it..

I’d just put Ooze on the ‘flaw’ like correction fluid.
The name flips are dud,sir? like dyslexic druids?
Slime.. I’mma pull out his spine like selecting music.

You ‘like’ Justin’s posts.. no, that’s a simile.
No vows (vowels) for this star’s “alignment”. that’s a syzygy.

You wrote that verse at work fam? I mean, damn, like, who’s ya boss?
What a fucking useless job.
Ain’t you got a noose to knot?
I thought this snake’s bitten tale would never end. Ouroboros.

Bruv, any “clear body” puns have been done to death..
Done to death, til there’s essentially nothing left..
You gonna make The O pay cuz? and opaque us? no clear body.
See? utter rubbish.

I’mma send Slime flying, no “phantasm”.
I’mma dump Miles in the sea once my plan’s fathomed.

And wait, did you say that you used to be “a reverend”?
I just got here and I’m god tier so consider me your eminence.
It’s because of your eloquence they proclaimed you a reverend?
No you misheard bitch, they said you’re irrelevant.

Go practice alone, I’ll battle Brillz in the meantime.
Coz when he saw your “cassette” flip, even B sighed.

I’ll Just ice Justice, it’ll never get solved. wait..
What’s that fam? a cold case.
Easy.

[Lenox]

Dope

[Justice]

That Justice kid got more accounts than cross-examinations,
And I ain’t naming names but acknowledge that it’s blatant.



Wait a min... I only got one account tf you talkin' about? I got the same one that I joined with Virbius

[Slime Ooze]

When Jamaican me angry, the heat I flash'll cause this bumbaclot lungs to clot
An asteroid outta orbit, if we clash, son'll drop
Hard jabs to the gut, make his stomach knot
You'll catch a win turned cold, but since this summers hot
And they wanna chip at the old block, let's get this lumber chopped
I'll bring an axe to ya set, play a tune, then kill ya band members
With such bland fixtures, you might im-press the rest like a notary drone
But I always keep the drum spinning numbers, it's a rotary phone
If you get dialed up, I'm adjustin the scope to account for wind direction
This solar flare will bubble flesh, it ain't a skin infection
He got a gun so big - he literally can't lift the weapon
So I gotta do it in real life
When the choppa take off his limbs
We won't have to ask if he still write
I keeps tabs on every session, so as long as the bills right
I'll take his vocal chords and stretch em', for the bands, cuz my steel light

Hold up, I write this shit at work, you actually thought I stole something?
I been through body after body on this board, like I'm soul jumpin
If this beef is charred, I'll grab a bag and coal dump him
It's so endearing to see him sweat, but the tech'll leave this foal slumpin
Roll somethin, you holdin dice, and talkin soul craters?
I carry blades, and I'll share this fade when I get his skull tapered
I ain't biased with the verbs, Virb, but your programming is visually basic
You gotta Sharp tongue and a short fuse, but you're needing replacement
Put a couple rings around ya bitch, so this scheme is engaging
But against the two of you, I'm 1-0, the machine speaking language
I can C plus sized effort, but ya lines a lil thin, and you seem salty
So once again, I'll compose your death, from work, like Vivaldi
I could said it's a clear body, phantasm
You'd expect your sequel, for your come up, mangasm
But when he come up short, chest saggin, man gaspin
A single breath of fresh air would tip over his band wagon
Now I'm not grand standing, or even tryna boast
But if I put the heat to this crackers top,okay for the bread, then he's toast
I'm so East Coast, I brought what I slang to the West
If you want me to cut you some slack, I'll let it hang from ya neck
You'll get a different style from here on out
Like I'm changing cassettes
You ain't callin out Brillz over his sinus infection
But I get it, you're going for gold and I got that Midas complexion
Imma make you pump ya brakes, this a Midas inspection
Because you talked shit about ya boy, now ya alignment's in question
During my time as a reverend, I catered to the youth
When I discovered my flow was a weapon, I brought vapor to the booth
If you're gonna tell your lies, make you sure save your truth
I'm the Savior, I have proof
Cuz the only time I've ever seen you labor was the womb, with a stranger to share your roots

[Slime Ooze]

...

[Justice]

Bitch ass Hoey callin' me Justin literally birthed a entire trend smh.


Gotta figure out how to change that sub description for the serious hiphop section one of these days.

[Virbius]

This a warning shot if I “fire blanks”.
Now we snoring lots; you just fire tranqs.
You and Justin cyberchat;
You’ve even reached ‘advisor’ rank.

You rhymed “Tyra Banks” with “fire blanks”..
That was original. once. and then some time elapsed.
Plus that “poltergeist” crap was a stolen line from olden times.
I’mma body you so bad that not even your soul survives.
I’mma put holes through your coup; no “poultry heist”..
But you should go follow Quills, oh you solved it right?

He be like “holy christ!” with a broken thigh, means I blast femurs.
And fuck your side-kick; I ain’t fight with crab creatures.

I’mma bark when I’m cookin’. and you’re providing “cinnamon”??
Justice incel’s killing it.. a Law Abiding Citizen.
I’ll put a boot to his spleen, means, he’s your fucking side-kick.
Even Justice likes it: I’mma take your Green,Miles, and that’s nothin’ psychic.

An aura.. like.. a Nora.. an..or..uh.. something or other. fuck it.

Hey why write your shitty lines then display doubt?
“yeah I know that last line was played out”.

so don’t post it.

That Justice kid got more accounts than cross-examinations,
And I ain’t naming names but acknowledge that it’s blatant.
But forget him, the name Miles seems right for you..
Coz your style’s too.. well, it Kind Of Blew.

“We ain’t playing uncle”. we playin Uncle Howie;
Yo Smack shit got Ill Brillz all fuckin rowdy.
And yo I ought to call Mr Brillz ‘Trumps wall’..
Coz he went for Miles but accomplished fuck all.
No body there, like private isles.
London Pride in summertime with lines for Miles.

This battle rap scene is my homeland. know that.
[Uh insert some pun about Miles and NOME ads]
Or don’t. damn.

I’mma give him that capital punishment one time,
Sit his ass down.. in an electric chair Pun signed.
If this thing ‘pops’ you gon run like a “bloodline”.
Said “Just ice” with spirit like undine in sunshine.

Hey you’re a.. nah that’s just unkind.
And I’m sure Justin will stop ducking me.. sometime.
You gon die like one “dice”, fucking roleplayer.
What, you gonna kill me with a level 8 soul crater?
Just-ice 4 Milez.. sorry, that’s my cold nature.
This over your head, but, ‘church bells’ (you’ll get tolled later).

For fuck’s sake.

[Slime Ooze]

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[Justice]

[Slime Ooze]

You better learn to hold the mic, or this'll be a clear body - poltergeist
I'm stealin these bitches chickens, it's a poultry heist
I said I'm not religious, but Holy Christ
Ya'll niggas been crap, and I'm still rollin dice
Red dots lookin like snake eyes, when I'm sending em the venom
They chokin now, cold blooded, another cinnamon victim
A descendant of Galante, being gangsta in my bloodline
I had Miami in a vice, I go for marrow when it's crunch time
I hope you're done lyin, all these moot points, you're just firing blanks
But Miles aint a runway you can walk down, Tyra Banks
I made myself, fuck a gang, I'm mob affiliated
If I take a headshot, leave ya whole top disintegrated
But I'mma keep it a buck, chumps, if you need that sticky icky
I got 28 grams you can get for $1350
If you need straps, I got 1, a .350
Keep takin those lame ass shots, you won't hit me
Cuz I'm always known to bear arms, a big grizzly
And yes I know that last line is prob played out
Say we ain't playing Uncle, I'mma keep em pinched until they say "ouch"
(no more rebuttals today, I'm bout to be off work)

[mrbrillz]

Nigga, did you really just lick your lips at me? Take a shot, top shelf purchase
This round put a couple pounds on his head, enlisted British servants
I never said this pussy stinks, he just has yet to prove his merit
I'm bringin 'Heat in the Night,' Gillespie's back to Sherriff
Pay your tariff, cuz you're importin all this garbage to the board
Tell Tale Heart, comin back to get you from underneath the floors
If Slime sending slugs, it ain't underwater sea snails
I'm pulling BOTH you niggas cards, makeshift game of FreeCell
You pussy's pop rocks, couple klondikes (49ers)
Rage Against the Machine like faulty drum loops
You both sleuth to discover truth, a pair of salty gum shoes
You'll both hear reports from the corner like an old school news boy
Gipetto out his workshop, I'm bringin old tools, new toys
Ya'll bitches too sketchy, new webbing, so when she spied her man, she got clingy
She wanted me to take to a hostel, or a brothel, but I said "hold up bitch, I'M NOT CHINGY"
Ho go tell everybody, especially if I get caught leavin Camera On (Cam'Ron)
Ain't have time to Dip the Set, she drippin wet, and all her' stamina gone
I gave her a couple Juelz in Santa Ana, then dropped her off at the boardwalk
Staple gun to swollen lips, ya'll aint the only ones to make boards talk
I don't outline shit, it's off the top of what I'm building, like the egg test
If I bring my iron to the board, you'll get creased when I chest press
Two skets on the hip, like I'm club hoppin
Two masks in the whip, thought I don't thug often?
It'll sound like tribal warfare til the drums soften
So I guess if I bring Iron to the board, you'll end in Rum's coffin
I got tired of shittin on you bitches, so I finally acquired the Immodium
But if we're talking foreign bodies....it's a planetary symposium
I may not be Just ice, but I'm so damn frigid when I'm exposin them
You bitches managed to recycle every single name flip I've heard before, congratulations mate
But ya'll done expired every flip with simple shit, the Virb is past it's maturation date
I got more energy than a Voltorb, hybrid engine - you gassed but ain't got no charge
"Where your archers at?" Who you tryna kill with a blow dart?
If I said I fucked your bitches, I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied, cuz they got furry snatches
But I carry blades wit me to trim your Bearded Ladies like a circus act
Ya'll can check the tags, everything custom and authentic
And I clawed my fuckin way to the top, until I got my paws printed

U purple mattress soft// but I'll still crack ya egg//
I'm squirting matics off// let some steel smack ya head//
U need a compost pile for that recycled crap you said//
mack clap ya back , leave u wit a spastic leg//
And ya punch about voltorb// was so borin//
put me to sleep like a fat pokemon, I was snoring//
treat ya b.m like m.j, I was scoring//
then take a b.m on a m.c., daylyt trolling//

[Slime Ooze]

Nigga, did you really just lick your lips at me? Take a shot, top shelf purchase
This round put a couple pounds on his head, enlisted British servants
I never said this pussy stinks, he just has yet to prove his merit
I'm bringin 'Heat in the Night,' Gillespie's back to Sherriff
Pay your tariff, cuz you're importin all this garbage to the board
Tell Tale Heart, comin back to get you from underneath the floors
If Slime sending slugs, it ain't underwater sea snails
I'm pulling BOTH you niggas cards, makeshift game of FreeCell
You pussy's pop rocks, couple klondikes (49ers)
Rage Against the Machine like faulty drum loops
You both sleuth to discover truth, a pair of salty gum shoes
You'll both hear reports from the corner like an old school news boy
Gipetto out his workshop, I'm bringin old tools, new toys
Ya'll bitches too sketchy, new webbing, so when she spied her man, she got clingy
She wanted me to take to a hostel, or a brothel, but I said "hold up bitch, I'M NOT CHINGY"
Ho go tell everybody, especially if I get caught leavin Camera On (Cam'Ron)
Ain't have time to Dip the Set, she drippin wet, and all her' stamina gone
I gave her a couple Juelz in Santa Ana, then dropped her off at the boardwalk
Staple gun to swollen lips, ya'll aint the only ones to make boards talk
I don't outline shit, it's off the top of what I'm building, like the egg test
If I bring my iron to the board, you'll get creased when I chest press
Two skets on the hip, like I'm club hoppin
Two masks in the whip, thought I don't thug often?
It'll sound like tribal warfare til the drums soften
So I guess if I bring Iron to the board, you'll end in Rum's coffin
I got tired of shittin on you bitches, so I finally acquired the Immodium
But if we're talking foreign bodies....it's a planetary symposium
I may not be Just ice, but I'm so damn frigid when I'm exposin them
You bitches managed to recycle every single name flip I've heard before, congratulations mate
But ya'll done expired every flip with simple shit, the Virb is past it's maturation date
I got more energy than a Voltorb, hybrid engine - you gassed but ain't got no charge
"Where your archers at?" Who you tryna kill with a blow dart?
If I said I fucked your bitches, I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied, cuz they got furry snatches
But I carry blades wit me to trim your Bearded Ladies like a circus act
Ya'll can check the tags, everything custom and authentic
And I clawed my fuckin way to the top, until I got my paws printed

[Virbius]

You talking shit about bars that were provided for your viewing pleasure
I'mma take a chip off your block, you'll get clipped for the pruning measures
I'm bored with the floors, you should really learn to mop
And I can tell your ass an informant, cuz you're too addicted to that slop

When I drop bombs, they span the map like a tactical nuke
When this puss stomp through, I'll snatch his magical boots
Scalp getting peeled back, we talking actual fruit
A sniper's piece for Miles? Let's be practical duke

Here Piggie Piggie, it's clear I gotta get to diggin
You'll get a luxury sized casket, I love flashin for expensive women
Tuna used those canned lines, like landmines to step on when they blew up
"Stomp through with lead shoes" - Please stop, I just threw up.

Mmm. I ain’t gonna lie Slime, you got style.
This some Felix Baumgartener shit; I’ll drop Miles.

You said you “threw up”. I’ll put Ooze on the floor.
And then do it again.. and then do it some more.

Ah if I repeated some shit it’s strictly emphasis.
I in-vent, dropping Slime like I’m Ripley’s nemesis.
Running through Miles like Olympic medalists.
Shooting through Ooze like ballistic specialists.
He just mad coz I.. killed his therapist.
Fuck it.

“Talking shit about bars that were provided for your viewing pleasure”..
Uh, you do too, I just do it better.
If Ooze is stellar, like Mars Attacks,
I’mma put Ooze in a jar for that;
Shit’s lit. fuckin’, lava lamps.
“Tactical nukes” ain’t shit bitch, where my archers at?

[Justice]

" u softer than a minor erection"


Pause that times a 1000.

[mrbrillz]

How many times you gonna put Slime on the floor?
Be original with your punches, replayin the same lines from before
If piggie wanna get roasted, I'll sever his wide spine with a sword
Lemme guess, I'mma end up seeing shells when I blindside your shore
Those the rhymes I ignore, same as slugs that get salty
When I get to filletin', the flesh rendered an autopsy
Fuck these lines, I'm not even rhymin, I got sloppy

The snub nose'll have slime running, like a sinus infection//
limp dick, u softer than a minor erection//
why do you even rhyme?, I find it perplexin//
U getting smoked bud, minus the session//
Beat you with a binder, till ya spine is in sections//
I'm climbing perfection//
stepping on average//
yes I'm a savage//
the weapons I brandish//
godmade, leave you blessed like the sabbath//..