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Madman Vs. Damien Banner + Skrybe
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Rd. 3 semis in FU audio tourney... goddamn i threw this shit together.... i hate spitting for battles, the only fun part is writing
madman the madman
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I rap n' stuff, it's neat. I'm like the rap ninja or something.
You can listen to my battles, disses, and better songs here. ORDERING THE UPCOMING MIXTAPE IS EASY! If you're interested, leave a message on my message board saying you're interested. Get two others to visit my page and sign the guestbook, and I will send you the mixtape for free. This offer is only good for those outside of the Southern Oregon area. Listen to The Madman and Troubled Thought kick it, whiteschool. Some songs include... Watch for the Madman Pimp Sauce Nobody My style Crazy-ass, Long-ass, Ass-id Trip Be Like Me Thanks Mom (for trying) and many more. It's dope, no lie.
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Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
Charts
Peak #2,473
Peak in subgenre #49
Author
i did this shit
Rights
karate says it all
Uploaded
April 02, 2004
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MP3 3.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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interesting side note: my lyrics are better than both of theirs, because i am a mofo-ing pimp
Lyrics
I’m gunning a few clips… shit and I’m bringing the D-day It’s me hey… I’m used to fucking up two bitches in 3-ways Ain’t making it past round 3… you’re two dead guys Like boarding up the plane… you ain’t passing no semi’s! (can't carry guns on board) Talking about my voice? Get out I don’t believe bitch Yours would sound like this if they weren’t stretched out by penises And Damien’s mom… I played her and fucked with… Shoulda been Damien Hudson but she gave the name of her husband… (my last name=hudson) Dumb bitch… and now watch as mad advances I got you both shaken… you’re like my backup dancers (shakin/shaken...) And now you faggot asses are gonna get blasted fast… Cuz I can smash banner’s glasses and attack with jabs quick Say my voice is annoying?…………… Your lyrics, flow, and production Are all annoying now who the fuck do you think you’re toying with? And Damien saying banner punches are played like his songs… That means the only banner punches come from your fuckin mom (only one that plays his songs) Admit it… you don’t get pussy if the fem is sober You fucked up your double-ups so much they should be bent-overs Wait a minute check it when I spit and rip this fag Cuz I can’t tell if Damien is a dude… or a bitch in drag Your mother’s a crack head whore with dozens of customers After birth… she said you was the ugliest dude she had up in her So damn ugly… Banner’s looks could break a mirror And get even uglier still then for 7 more years Your punches are lies… I know cuz you’re fuckin stupid D. Banner messenged me to say he loved my music Go ahead and spit shit… cuz we all know that D chokes You got a low voice… I guess that means you “deep throat” Skrybe sitting low hoping to look like a hoodrat People only like your shit cuz they never heard no good rap Yeah I’m fucking ill… you ain’t stompin raps I recite Cuz to me you’re just another pompous fag on a weak site Your spitting’s shit kid… now watch me get violent You can’t call for help… cuz how often you lets the dial slip (dial... phone/soap... heh heh heh) I got a future in rap the madman’s moving discs You got a future in rap but yours is as my groupie, bitch You’re in deep shit scribe… what you thinking you’re wack? And you gonna stay in it too cuz nobody’s digging your crap Skrybe the untouchable… serious are you gay dogg? You’re a dumbass for thinking it’s cool to spell your name wrong (skrybe/scribe) I bet your parents hate you… gone mom and forget your dad But I’m sonning you like the father that you never had You ain’t bringing no skill… wanna bring it? Get killed Hypochondriac… you the only one that thinks that you ill I hope you lose bad and then get banned from the website You ain’t grabbing no breasts… named yourself after your sex life (untouchable) I got punches by the millions… you ain’t ill enough Your lyrics like webcam titties… cuz nobody’s feelin’ ‘em But skrybe who did you really think you fuckin with? I’m bigger than this wack site… see I didn’t need no introduction (skrybes 1:30 intro???) Skrybe fucking banner up… like Virginian cousins You dicks have premature ejaculation… in two minutes they’re busted Now I wouldn’t want to come off as racist alright But I kinda liked it better last night when I made your momma’s face be all white You dudes don’t get support in rap… not none at all The only support you cross dressers ever got was from a bra I hate these turds you two could never make me hurt I’m only losing if the voters are gentlemen… ladies first there i even explained things (not my style) so you BETTER love it
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