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4-1 Thats my odds im frieghting, striking lighting at thunder gods
hit wonder spots give pleasure and measure the pressure cause I run the LOT
Vocab juggernaut

Skillz be drillen lots of people, cuttin'em with ginsu type blades
yall see me killing off these fagots just like aids

HULK I feel I deserve more of your respect, the word warrior infects the text
and next I perplex the story your failed quest reflects
No more snake spits, feeble hits or Kung-Fu fighting with Johnny Cage Splits
Took Funky49 on A trip and smoked him like a joint Til he felt my points like needle tips

Im defying others and steal tears from crying mothers
Like a dead bird with blue and green wings I`m passing this rap test with flying colors
Check how the flow sounds, up the phatt'ness and waiting for some pounds
No slow rounds fast punches each blast crunches Hulks verbs and pronouns.

Wow where you been? How was the move? I'll try to wreck you as quickly as possible, kinda busy today.

Look how you got yourself into a mess
I'ma keep spitting verbs put holes in your chest
Come in the lot, you better wear two vest
Just gimme two mics
Don't need two teks
Only need two bars
To see whose best
Saying you beat the Hulk?
Surely you jest!
Gotta come in the lot at the behest
Hulks rap royalty
Should have my own crest
Call me the Hulk because the way that I flex
Call me Big Green because I get all the checks
Call me the Rev because all the mics that I blessed
They already seen who won, no need to test
Tap the ground twice, in your heart strike fear
Only one that can hold a mic like the Mjolnir
When it comes to the lot lets make one thing clear
There is only that runs things around here
So from battle raps away you should steer
Or when I'm done I'll have you looking like
a steer
You don't really wan no more
Of the Big H-U underscore
Still too slow, having looking up from the floor

*headshake*

Shame, Shame on the aids line. Just poor taste and bad all around.

Move was great thanks for asking..The wife and I should be happy in S.C. for awhile.Never thought I would miss Comcast sports nite so much..


This screens lead thurst has dispersed whats said cursed
I cross center lines and enter HULKS mind head first
I'll make all ya liquid rhymes bubble and ya whole verse I'll boil it later
as you sit and watch as ya shit gets whiped out.. call me lyrical toilet paper
I bring pain with mad flips more insane then bad trips
Roll the credits as I fedex your genetics to 700Level medics

I love to crack nerves never spit no wack verbs
Wanna see creativity "enips", "aebatrev" read those "BACK" words

I poke and bother choke ya collar my SENSE broke ya DOLLAR
Now put this verse in your mouth and rinse like soap and water

While you at home with your girl watching Carrie in the city having sex
Im working on beer 30 with Art Vandelay the architect

The only bubble I see is yours getting bursted
With those decrepit flows in need of a nurse
Forget the convalescence, they in need of a hearst
Talking about gay, you got a monagramed purse
With all them curses you in need of more church
Heres 10 Hail marys and four Our Fathers
In the lot trying to battle the Rev?
Why even bother?
Of the Hulk, you not even half
Your style is all crass
Save the toilet paper, cause your rhymes are all ass
Think you better than me, you must be gettin high on your own stash
Big Green, rookie rappers could never stop him
You and Rush must both like Oxycontin
Only collars I see are on dominatrixes and dogs named rover
I don't need to spell it backwards your time is over

I spit fire as if my saliva`s gasoline and my lips were flints
Ubber`s busy saving this post under Skillz greatest hits

I`ll make your thunder leave
Im overtop and underneath a mouth shut must breathe
Hairy armpits and a cold shoulder's all I
got up my sleeve
I burn flesh-darken skins relate like sharks and fins
Thought the AIDS line was bad? Make ya shake like parkonsins

Keep that green ass on track like rails and trains
Hammering that head...Im talking nails through brains

Lets up the STEAKS I marinate them with sauce and whine
I'll stick a crusufix in the Rev`s brain so that I CROSS his mind

It was a Euro hand bag I was not sporting a purse
Now can you explain the 8x10 color photo you keep of a shirt-less Fred Durst

LOL....you got that one.

That was your best one. The Fred Durst line killed me.

Great battle I think I`m 2 and 6 on the year though....5 more and the LOT is mine..
Where was Funky during all of this?

> Ubber`s busy saving this post under Skillz greatest hits

Did I just get a shout out in a battle rap?

Yes you did...I shall send you a pair of Zubaz for use of the name.

Got two turntables, Got two microphones
Got the Lot in my pocket, You got Milkbones
This is the Funk straight from 2-day seminars
Raw like Hors D'oeuvre called steak tartar
Don’t really got the mind for the rhymes
Just looking for a book that I got for my
Class on Wednesday night, Imma fright
If I can’t find that shit by the end of the night
Cause my homework is tucked up into that bitch
Imma have a big shit, ‘less I find it real quick
Now where’d I put that Bizz Data Comm tome?
I looked where I roamed - over the home
Now isn’t that a limp-wristed excuse
From My Lot that I now cut myself loose?

Roll the credits as I fedex your genetics to 700Level medics

Ha... That's a nice line.

groove