Phantasm
02-09-2005, 06:38 AM
"Throwdown"
Lyrical beatdowns were never my style
But since you called me out I'll rap for a while
Talking about how you're going to take me down
Rap battle with one of the best emcees around?
Bitch, please, I really don't have the time
Come on, then, serve up your words
Fling'em at me and we'll see if they hurt
Come on, is that the best you can do?
Whoever said you were a rapper was lyin to you
Your rhymes are lame
They have no style
Your only claim to fame
Is you mumbled at me for a while
Not as though you actually did any damage
I mean, come on, damn man
Calling me your dirty little names you picked up in the schoolyard?
Dude please don't be a fuckin' ******
Not like those names hurt me any
I've heard worse and I've heard too many
There's this one little thing you messed up
Calling rapping to the beat
Hear it in the background? Try doing that if you wanna go toe to toe with me
Call me your names, call me a ***
Call a dick and call me an asshat
Call me anything your heart desires
But the fact remains you ain't got the fire
To rap with the best and those who're pros
You wouldn't know a rhyme if it stepped under your nose
Call my mom a whore and my dad a dicksucker?
Not that you knew either of them you little fucker
I've said this before I'll say it again
You can't rap for shit so don't even pretend
That you know what it's like to be the Real Thing
An MC's what you're shooting for? Where's your aim?
With your half-assed rhymes and no lyrical style
You're just fucking with me and wastin' my time
You can rhyme 'screw' and 'you', how cool
I can rhyme 'dumb' and 'fuck' and get you
So come on, really insult me, we'll see what you got
Don't shed any tears little man if you get shot
I'm flowing with the beat so easily
Like a breeze through the trees you can't hit me
You're about as wack as wack can get
You wanna be an MC? I think there may hope yet
Unfortunately for the rest of us
About the thing you can do is just curse
And hurt our ears with your stammered lines
I'll say this again, bitch, don't waste my time
Getting down to the personal shit
Wanna throwdown? You get the first hit
So come on, let's have it
Just as I thought, just muttering
Go on home kid and get some paper and a pen
And sit down my friend and think up words that rhyme
We can only listen to this You're a *** shit so many times
And as I'm up here on the stage, pacin', ragin'
You're going down in history for being infamous
Notorious like B.I.G for lameass rhymes and no sense of poetry
Yeah, go on, get down from the stage
Go on home, you knew you were gonna lose anyway
You can't cut it with the big timers and those who got the passion
Trying to diss me, hit me, with lines that are halfassed man...
Yeah, that's right bitch. Walk on home...cry like a little pussy. Yeah, fuck you too.
Anyone else wanna step up?
Lyrical beatdowns were never my style
But since you called me out I'll rap for a while
Talking about how you're going to take me down
Rap battle with one of the best emcees around?
Bitch, please, I really don't have the time
Come on, then, serve up your words
Fling'em at me and we'll see if they hurt
Come on, is that the best you can do?
Whoever said you were a rapper was lyin to you
Your rhymes are lame
They have no style
Your only claim to fame
Is you mumbled at me for a while
Not as though you actually did any damage
I mean, come on, damn man
Calling me your dirty little names you picked up in the schoolyard?
Dude please don't be a fuckin' ******
Not like those names hurt me any
I've heard worse and I've heard too many
There's this one little thing you messed up
Calling rapping to the beat
Hear it in the background? Try doing that if you wanna go toe to toe with me
Call me your names, call me a ***
Call a dick and call me an asshat
Call me anything your heart desires
But the fact remains you ain't got the fire
To rap with the best and those who're pros
You wouldn't know a rhyme if it stepped under your nose
Call my mom a whore and my dad a dicksucker?
Not that you knew either of them you little fucker
I've said this before I'll say it again
You can't rap for shit so don't even pretend
That you know what it's like to be the Real Thing
An MC's what you're shooting for? Where's your aim?
With your half-assed rhymes and no lyrical style
You're just fucking with me and wastin' my time
You can rhyme 'screw' and 'you', how cool
I can rhyme 'dumb' and 'fuck' and get you
So come on, really insult me, we'll see what you got
Don't shed any tears little man if you get shot
I'm flowing with the beat so easily
Like a breeze through the trees you can't hit me
You're about as wack as wack can get
You wanna be an MC? I think there may hope yet
Unfortunately for the rest of us
About the thing you can do is just curse
And hurt our ears with your stammered lines
I'll say this again, bitch, don't waste my time
Getting down to the personal shit
Wanna throwdown? You get the first hit
So come on, let's have it
Just as I thought, just muttering
Go on home kid and get some paper and a pen
And sit down my friend and think up words that rhyme
We can only listen to this You're a *** shit so many times
And as I'm up here on the stage, pacin', ragin'
You're going down in history for being infamous
Notorious like B.I.G for lameass rhymes and no sense of poetry
Yeah, go on, get down from the stage
Go on home, you knew you were gonna lose anyway
You can't cut it with the big timers and those who got the passion
Trying to diss me, hit me, with lines that are halfassed man...
Yeah, that's right bitch. Walk on home...cry like a little pussy. Yeah, fuck you too.
Anyone else wanna step up?