Ibime:

**** dusts off the rusty mic*****time to offload these bars of death from my USB before my boss catch me****but first, I gotta tweak a couple of lines for Chamotex*****Chamo, you ready?




I had lyrics, but the judges took the BEST AWAY/ thinking I wont REPLICATE. .
. . but my rhymes keep the light shining. . . . yours just de-‘GENERATE’!/

I’m inspired by the SLIGHTEST ASSUMPTION/ that retirement blinded my MIND TO ITS FUNCTIONS/
Just throw the MIC IN MY CIRCUMFERENCE. . . and I’ll ignite you like HYDROGEN BUNSENS!!/

I smack-this-bitch-in-written-text/ snap-his-limbs-and rip-his-neck/
Match-my-gift?. . . . you couldn’t ‘catch-my-drift’–with-fishing-nets!!/

Sauron FOLDED YOU OVER/ but you gave the judges more 'kickbacks' than 'LOADED HOLSTERS'/
I hope u bribed again . . . 'cus you couldn’t 'win free'. . . if you hosted SHOWS WITH 'OPRAH'!/

You couldn’t C I . . . with 101 ROMAN SOLDIERS/ I spit like POTENT COBRAS/
I could carry your weight. . . and your mate. . . on BROKEN SHOULDERS!/

I punch holes in you. . . like lecture NOTES IN FOLDERS/ he might flow like LOCOMOTIVES. . .
. . but my jetstream’ll leave ‘sun standing’. . . like a SOLAR SOLSTICE!/                                       (son standing)

HOLY MOSES!/ I’m the shit!. . . . so HOLD YA NOSES!/
When you spit, we hold our noses. . . . but only 'cus ya flow decomposes!!. . . .

And exposes ya halitosis/ and rancid dragon-breath/
Mouth odour make you Close-Up. . . but I smile freely. . . 'cus I’m Aqua-Fresh!!!/

mukina2:


" Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another"

Ibime:

Decent verse. . . . but I hope you bribed again.

chamotex:

_{*damn, I've been away for few minutes*}

This is Armageddon and someone’s ‘bout to get done,
Ibime don’t take this ish personal, it just had to get done.
DJ drop the beat, it’s time for his Crucifixion
This is another example of Lyrical assassination

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Let me put an end to ur misery, u choked trying to 'diss-me', im just another unsolved mystery
U got caught for rhyme lifting; he’s been busy pressing ‘Ctrl +C’ followed by ‘Ctrl +V’ on his ‘PC’

This dude is so ‘Lonely’ like ‘Akon’ cuzz he gets no action, so he got his arse-torn . . .
. . by a Love Machine that was strapped-on, now watch me ‘plug this hole’ (hoe) with ma lyrical ‘tampon’
Got ditched by his male companion, so now he munches pop-corn whilst watching gay-porn

Your flow is so weak like it’s out of shape; mine got u yelling “rape!” this nigger couldn’t escape
U’re a battlin disgrace, I hit d ‘backspace’ and leave u 'erased', a lyrical murder victim caught on tape

My flow encapsulates u majestically, infesting the memories I heavenly endeavour in, cleverly
U gon’ need psychotherapy cuzz after im done exerting all this energy with rhyme-ringing-melody. . .
. . . you will be left with nothing but a sensation and a spine-tingling-memory

Call it ‘hammer time’, u can’t touch this, even if u had a baseball bat, u couldn’t even make a hit
Imma fracture ur rhythm, bust ur ear drums, making u dance ‘MAKOSSA’ to a ‘SLOW JAM’ beat

I spit slick quick sick script that'll leave u ripped; this dimwit spits shit that’ll get him kicked into a ditch
Ibime the pregnant orangutan, ur bars warrant few consonants so imma throw some D’s on this bitch

Like JAY, im bringing the ‘GIFT and the CURSE’, don’t wana call u GAY but u rap like a ‘BITCH with a PURSE’
P.S - Y’all got me battling an immature amateur, im giving this ‘chick’ her first symptom of MENOPAUSE

chamotex:

ur bars warrant few consonants so imma throw some D’s on this bitch

~Sauron~:

From the dark PITS of Mordor:
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[size=16pt]Mailmalc's EULOGY[/size]
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Complex text, yes, but your flowz are used o'utta context
Non-sensible nonsense, from the shallow depths of your conscience/

Sauron's synonymous with bottomless raps and the apocalypse
Mailmalc's destined to die, like black guys and foreign kids in horror flicks/

Have u really got skillz, son? Then drop ya text & show proof
Malc' vs Me?? It means he'll border greatness more than Mexico do

I got the talent and skill to challenge the ill, becuz i battle to kill
But you're of an average meal, I dont think this 'diet' is 'balanced' for real/

Malc, you not ready for me fist . . .Too young, you can't fade this genius
You'll git sonned quick, U are a small twit, more like a baby's penis/

I'ma leave this kid eatin the dust-in-ma-trail, TRUST-I-WONT-FAIL
Becuz i'ma be an "illness" under Malc's skin like a fucking RUSTY-NAIL/

Mouth is working but his lungs aren’t, Sauron's a nightmare in this punks heart
Rearrange this 'mail' till it becomes 'draft' n Bring 'malc' back to life with a jump start/

I am done talking with nerds, with invisible punches this round is the same as the first
Sauron should just be saving his words, although i will say "Thanx" for uppin ma verse/

Treetop20:

lol
mordor
you take your LOTR seriously

~Sauron~:

Thatz where Sauron dwells. . . .innit??

~Sauron~:

From the dark PITS of Mordor:
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[size=16pt]Mailmalc's EULOGY[/size]
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Complex text, yes, but your flowz are used o'utta context
Non-sensible nonsense, from the shallow depths of your conscience/

Sauron's synonymous with bottomless raps and the apocalypse
Mailmalc's destined to die, like black guys and foreign kids in horror flicks/

Have u really got skillz, son? Then drop ya text & show proof
Malc' vs Me?? It means he'll border greatness more than Mexico do

I got the talent and skill to challenge the ill, becuz i battle to kill
But you're of an average meal, I dont think this 'diet' is 'balanced' for real/

Malc, you not ready for me fist . . .Too young, you can't fade this genius
You'll git sonned quick, U are a small twit, more like a baby's penis/

I'ma leave this kid eatin the dust-in-ma-trail, TRUST-I-WONT-FAIL
Becuz i'ma be an "illness" under Malc's skin like a fucking RUSTY-NAIL/

Mouth is working but his lungs aren’t, Sauron's a nightmare in this punks heart
Rearrange this 'mail' till it becomes 'draft' n Bring 'malc' back to life with a jump start/

I am done talking with nerds, with invisible punches this round is the same as the first
Sauron should just be saving his words, although i will say "Thanx" for uppin ma verse/

mailmalc:

Hehehe Muki .    .   next time pls quote a bible verse cuz i don't follow the thoughts of other men. Just for the feeds!


keys stuck on ignitions ready to drive Sauron off runways wit his baby fictions/
u stil wouldnt fcukin deliver even if u've got pregnacy symptoms/
son, get a bucket to hold tears/ or kick it nd get a free coffin for yo bed/
i made a 'public offer' in bold terms, defeat in 'stock' nd i'm givin u the whole 'shares'/
if u think u's somethin fly/ wait till i clap tools to kill the fcukin fly/
this porcupine feels his little quills could save him from destructive mines/
u still 'miss' like a 'young girl' even if u take shots~from-a-close-range/
pull out ur whole game/ this lyrical future is not~for-ya-stone-age/
Bleep six feet!, nigga i dug u a well n braced it wit 'faeces'/ put u in 'deep sh!t'/
mailmalc squeeze clips, only thing u squeeze is ur ass on ur sista's g-strings/
for real, i've never been a fake G/ please tell us how being a fake feels/
i cut check on mic like Regis/ chop u to soft shreds like flours in bakeries/
these math'matical solved barz outstrip nd outwit ur gramatical blunders/
similar to wordsmith, here is another meticulous version of Hannibal's murder/
don't get it twisted like braids, u'r the next 'big brother' gettin evicted, i stays .  . /
to give caution like signs on high-ways/it's either destruction or d!%k give me my space/

mailmalc:

Hehehe Muki . . next time pls quote a bible verse cuz i don't follow the thoughts of other men. Just for the feeds!


keys stuck on ignitions ready to drive Sauron off runways wit his baby fictions/
u stil wouldnt fcukin deliver even if u've got pregnacy symptoms/
son, get a bucket to hold tears/ or kick it nd get a free coffin for yo bed/
i made a 'public offer' in bold terms, defeat in 'stock' nd i'm givin u the whole 'shares'/
if u think u's somethin fly/ wait till i clap tools to kill the fcukin fly/
this porcupine feels his little quills could save him from destructive mines/
u still 'miss' like a 'young girl' even if u take shots~from-a-close-range/
pull out ur whole game/ this lyrical future is not~for-ya-stone-age/
Bleep six feet!, nigga i dug u a well n braced it wit 'faeces'/ put u in 'deep sh!t'/
mailmalc squeeze clips, only thing u squeeze is ur ass on ur sista's g-strings/
for real, i've never been a fake G/ please tell us how being a fake feels/
i cut check on mic like Regis/ chop u to soft shreds like flours in bakeries/
these math'matical solved barz outstrip nd outwit ur gramatical blunders/
similar to wordsmith, here is another meticulous version of Hannibal's murder/
don't get it twisted like braids, u'r the next 'big brother' gettin evicted, i stays . . /
to give caution like signs on high-ways/it's either destruction or d!%k give me my space/

mailmalc:

Hehehe Muki .    .   next time pls quote a bible verse cuz i don't follow the thoughts of other men. Just for the feeds!


keys stuck on ignitions ready to drive Sauron off runways wit his baby fictions/
[b]u stil wouldnt fcukin deliver even if u've got pregnacy symptoms/[/b]
son, get a bucket to hold tears/ or kick it nd get a free coffin for yo bed/
i made a 'public offer' in bold terms, defeat in 'stock' nd i'm givin u the whole 'shares'/
if u think u's somethin fly/ wait till i clap tools to kill the fcukin fly/
this porcupine feels his little quills could save him from destructive mines/
u still 'miss' like a 'young girl' even if u take shots~from-a-close-range/
pull out ur whole game/ this lyrical future is not~for-ya-stone-age/
Bleep six feet!, nigga i dug u a well n braced it wit 'faeces'/ put u in 'deep sh!t'/
mailmalc squeeze clips, only thing u squeeze is ur ass on ur sista's g-strings/
for real, i've never been a fake G/ please tell us how being a fake feels/
i cut check on mic like Regis/ chop u to soft shreds like flours in bakeries/
these math'matical solved barz outstrip nd outwit ur gramatical blunders/
similar to wordsmith, here is another meticulous version of Hannibal's murder/
don't get it twisted like braids, u'r the next 'big brother' gettin evicted, i stays .  . /
to give caution like signs on high-ways/it's either destruction or d!%k give me my space/

~Sauron~:

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[size=16pt]Mailmalc's EULOGY[/size]
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Complex text, yes, but your flowz are used o'utta context
Non-sensible nonsense, from the shallow depths of your conscience/

Sauron's synonymous with bottomless raps and the apocalypse
Mailmalc's destined to die, like black guys and foreign kids in horror flicks/

Have u really got skillz, son? Then drop ya text & show proof
Malc' vs Me?? It means he'll border greatness more than Mexico do

I got the talent and skill to challenge the ill, becuz i battle to kill
But you're of an average meal, I dont think this 'diet' is 'balanced' for real/

Malc, you not ready for me fist . . .Too young, you can't fade this genius
You'll git sonned quick, U are a small twit, more like a baby's penis/

I'ma leave this kid eatin the dust-in-ma-trail, TRUST-I-WONT-FAIL
Becuz i'ma be an "illness" under Malc's skin like a fucking RUSTY-NAIL/

Mouth is working but his lungs aren’t, Sauron's a nightmare in this punks heart
Rearrange this 'mail' till it becomes 'draft' n Bring 'malc' back to life with a jump start/

I am done talking with nerds, with invisible punches this round is the same as the first
Sauron should just be saving his words, although i will say "Thanx" for uppin ma verse/

mailmalc:

Hehehe Muki .    .   next time pls quote a bible verse cuz i don't follow the thoughts of other men. Just for the feeds!


keys stuck on ignitions ready to drive Sauron off runways wit his baby fictions/
u stil wouldnt fcukin deliver even if u've got pregnacy symptoms/
son, get a bucket to hold tears/ or kick it nd get a free coffin for yo bed/
i made a 'public offer' in bold terms, defeat in 'stock' nd i'm givin u the whole 'shares'/
if u think u's somethin fly/ wait till i clap tools to kill the fcukin fly/
this porcupine feels his little quills could save him from destructive mines/
u still 'miss' like a 'young girl' even if u take shots~from-a-close-range/
pull out ur whole game/ this lyrical future is not~for-ya-stone-age/
Bleep six feet!, nigga i dug u a well n braced it wit 'faeces'/ put u in 'deep sh!t'/
mailmalc squeeze clips, only thing u squeeze is ur ass on ur sista's g-strings/
for real, i've never been a fake G/ please tell us how being a fake feels/
i cut check on mic like Regis/ chop u to soft shreds like flours in bakeries/
these math'matical solved barz outstrip nd outwit ur gramatical blunders/
similar to wordsmith, here is another meticulous version of Hannibal's murder/
don't get it twisted like braids, u'r the next 'big brother' gettin evicted, i stays .  . /
to give caution like signs on high-ways/it's either destruction or d!%k give me my space/

~Sauron~:

Complex text, yes, but your flowz are used o'utta context
Non-sensible nonsense, from the shallow depths of your conscience/

Have u really got skillz, son? Then drop ya text & show proof
Malc' vs Me?? It means he'll border greatness more than Mexico do

lalaboi:

May the best win. , . . . . . errryone knows who's gon win.