EDGE

aw, MISFITS.
remember our rap battle?

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sleepy jack

Like it was yesterday.
Those were hella fun.
and you are still the whitest nigga around.

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I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.

Fenixpunk

who the hell are you to think you can mention my name?/
this is my game/
theres the door, cya, glad that youve came/
dont let it hit you on the ass on your way out/
youve lost this bout/
you had no chance, you whisper, i shout/
my first thought was why bother? why even waste my time?/
you think you can rhyme?/
youre worst than all the others combined!/
worst than cheap tequila without lime/
to respond is a crime/
you couldnt sell your rap even if you charged a dime/
you think that i stink? stop and rethink/
you seem a bit dillusional, so I give you this link/
next time you try and battle, dont get so stoned/
do you like getting owned?/
you see, i cant be dethroned/
youve entered my castle, and youre just a court jester/
ill eat you up like Hannibal Lecter/
ill go off like a metal detector/
around here im the writer, producer, and director/
so put your money on me cuz im the best bet/
im the one who brings the action, now get off of my set!/

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PerFeCTioNThrUSileNCe

dont double post.....ass hat.

yet another great one fenix...you should look into becoming a rapper....

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TrampInaTux

i know i aint the best but you just take the biscuit/
if you know your rhymes are sh*t then why even risk it?/
if you wanna hang with the best then when you spit really mean it/
so your the piano man? your girl told me you had a little pianist/
my advice to you-think before you speak/
in the land of the rap gods there is no place for the weak/
and you my little friend are as weak as they come/
do yourself a favour and put those bullets back in your gun/
you think your actually good? man you musta been smoking crack/
vanilla ice just called-he wants his rhymes back/
I gotta go I need to put some gas in my Ford pickup truck/
SB might be ***....but you simply suck

PerFeCTioNThrUSileNCe

oohh....i like that one....

let's hear it fenix..

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Fenixpunk

I could jump into this battle completely unprovoked/
But theyre all avoiding me cuz they know theyll get smoked/
So they choose their words wisely, bow and stare at their feet/
When they see me heading towards them, they hurry to the other side of the street/
And really who can blame them? They don’t stack up to my skills/
Im running out of room keeping track of my kills/
So this isn’t aimed at hobo, sb, or pianoman/
Im aiming this at anybody who thinks that they can/
If you think you got it, then come and bring it/
Otherwise keep yourself clear/
Or risk getting caught up in the flames by getting too close to here/
Im not the type to jump on the weak, but im quick to strike back/
Still waiting for the meal, all these are hardly a snack/
It’s a waste of my time/ a waste of a rhyme/
Until someones got the balls to call me out, im chillin like brad from sublime/
The noise that you hear, is the people chanting my name/
Cuz I give them what they came for and I can never be tamed/
I leave them feeling like every muscles been strained/
I know ill be blamed/
but I wont be detained/
my record up to now is flawless and wont be easily stained/

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TrampInaTux

oh this is getting hotter fenix has returned/ spends a day writing a rhyme cos he's afraid of getting burned/ and I'm sure all of these other kids would have guessed/ that when you came back you'd carry on bout how you're the best/
well you know what they say-absence makes the heart grow fonder/ lets test this theory out-f**k off for longer/ cos although you may be talented the people have to admit/ when you use the same lines all the time you simply lose all wit/ you're like NWA/ you've had your day/ but now the spotlight has simply shifted away/ to a place where it matters not/ about the cuteness of your b*tches and the size of your glocks/ can you tell that I'm p*ssed off/ that people actually think that it's new material you've got/ when really your just thinking of different ways to say your great/ well now that you've said that-what else you wanna debate?/ nothing, thought so, now mobing on/ FENIX HAS SOLD OUT everyone sing along....

madeinNY

you guys got some style/i aint gunna lie/but hobo has to say bye/cuzz he' still a n00b yet/he's the same age as his post count, i bet/who is he to challenge Fenix?/hobo be needed a kleenex/cuzz fenix gunna make him cry/gunna fry/been burned on his other account/ now you may call me Hoffa/ or call my NY/ but its all the same/ im still playing the simon cowell lovin' game/you can't burn a flame/can't be tamed/SB is Bull sh!t/all written in bold/thinks it makes him gangsta/but i guess he just can't be told/hes prolly bent/prolly lives in a tent/outback his mom's yard/prolly can't maintain a hard/and now i just made an ass outta myself/the sh!t was random babble/but hey you can't get back in the saddle/if you weren't never on one

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I cleared out my PM box...I promise. lol

Fenixpunk

spent days away? writing a rhyme?/
i dont write this shit down son, its freestyled each time/
so now you want me to battle? you think this is a joke?/
lets see how many ways I can make the hobo choke/
do you call yourself hobo cuz you smell like an ass?/
you dont take a shower? get your food from the trash?/
are you missing a shoe? do you sleep in a box?/
would you give your left arm for a pair of clean socks?/
now youre begging for a beatdown, like youre begging for change/
well i dont give bums handouts and im out of your range/
you can go back to your dumpster, and take your shopping cart too/
cuz theres no leftovers for you here, ill feed my dog before you/
youre a waste of space and a strain on the economy/
i can walk right by you, youre pleading doesnt bother me/
youre flows make you sound like youve had a frontal labotomy/
youre a wannabe/
a never gonnabe/
just another stain on the sidewalk where youre beggin for some sodomy/
with breath like a day old 40 and a few yellow teeth at best/
you need to put down the bottle of Nightrain and give it a rest/
everytime you try me, you sink lower like your credit score/
still want more? too bad youre too poor/
so go find a quarter and call someone who can actually rap/
offer them some head, maybe theyll get your back/
youre too weak by yourself with your novice attacks/
and you shouldnt be here alone, youre on the wrong side of the tracks/
you dont want to find out what we do to people like you/
who claim they can flow and cant follow through/
so turn and head to the shelter where you will be safe/
keep coming around without skills and youll get caught up in my strafe/

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