Post by Skittlez on Sept 11, 2016 12:45:13 GMT -5
"The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step." - Lao Tzu
~No longer than one month ago, the idea that Skittlez would be competing in a contendership match for the WCF Tag Team Championships would have been considered a joke. A complete absurdity. For the most part, things were still considered that way. It was no secret to anyone on the WCF roster that the current general manager, Sarah Twilight had only teamed Skittlez with Lilith to ensure the raven haired beauty's failure. Yet somehow, they had thrived. Somehow, as a team they had been able to rise through the ranks and accomplish the impossible. They were now just one match away from an opportunity at the WCF Tag Titles. Skittlez had gone from an undercard enhancement talent, who had absolutely no respect from anyone in the locker room ... to participating in the semi-main event on Slam.~
Monday, September 5th 2016
Montgomery, Alabama
~We find Skittlez at the back of Hogan's gym there on Harrison street in downtown Montgomery, Alabama. The old, rustic gym is mostly empty and lacked the modern equipment of most other gyms in the area. But this was on purpose. There in the back of the gym along with Skittlez, small white towel draped over his tiny shoulders is Teddy. The bear is doing all he can to motivate the scrawny rapper.~
Teddy: You can do this! You climb into that ring, and you hit those ropes until you can't hit them no more ... and then you KEEP on hitting them just because that's what a winner does!
Skittlez: Yo, I feel ya Teddy. But dis on some other level shit. These jokahs ain't no joke. Dude is practically undefeatable an' shit.
~Teddy climb up onto the ringsteps to get eye level with Skittlez, he extends a paw and SMACKS the shit out of Skittlez.~
Teddy: Nobody is undefeatable!
~Skittlez winces a bit, and is pretty embarrassed that he just got smacked up by Lilith's talking teddy bear.~
Skittlez: Chill homie! I ain't said I ain't gonna bring it. I'm just sayin' tho. This a contendership match an' shit. These fools ain't gon' be no pushovers. An' I mean, I barely kept up last few weeks. If it wasn't for Lilith, mayne we'd not even be here.
~Teddy looks at Skittlez with some level of disdain and the furry animal furrows his brows a bit, resting his paw under his chin with a sneer.~
Teddy: You think I am not well aware that Lilith is the foundation of this team? Quite frankly, I don't know how you're still alive.
Skittlez: Dat's cold homie. Real cold.
Teddy: It's the truth! You are just some ridiculous little man with no skills, no training and no worldly chance in HELL of fighting a group like Zero Tolerance. Lilith, as great as she is ... can't afford to be going into this two versus one. So you are going to get your ass in that ring, and you are going to train ... and train until you can't train anymore. nd when that happens, you are STILL going to train because you are nothing more than a silly BITCH right now!
~Skittlez looks rather angry and insulted by this.~
Skittlez: Yo, don' disrepect me like dat. I ain't no bitch.
Teddy: Oh? PROVE IT!
Skittlez: Mu'fukkah I'mma tear the stuffin out yo little brown furred ass!
Teddy: Oh are you angry? A little agitated? THEN GET IN THE RING AND DO SOMETHING!
Skittlez: Yo, I'm tellin' you don' play me bro.
~Just then, Lilith walks into the gym and Skittlez' full attention turns to her. It was like the whole world stopped and she was walking towards him in slow motion. Her dark hair flowing brilliantly behind her, her sexy hips swiveled in motion as she casually made her way toward him. Drool was dribbling down Skittlez' chin as he stared at her in awe. She was wearing a white cut off top that was tied together just under her breasts and a black leather miniskirt with calf-high, heeled leather boots. Teddy just shakes his head as he watches Skittlez' jaw hit the floor.~
Teddy: Snap out of it Vanilla Ice. She's out of your league.
~Suddenly, Skittlez' DID snap out of it as he heard Teddy call him Vanilla Ice. Perhaps it was the insult, or perhaps he just wanted to impress Lilith. But Skittlez now DOES step into the ring.~
Skittlez: You wanna see sumpin? A'ight bet. Imma show you what up.
Teddy: Oh this should be good.
~Lilith finally makes it to where they were and she stands alongside Teddy, watching on with a smile. Skittlez is all fired up, wanting to look good for Lilith. He starts hitting the ropes ... but it isn't long before he trips over himself and falls flat on his face in the center of the ring. Teddy facepalms.~
Teddy: We have our work cut out for us.
~Lilith giggles, still finding Skittlez' goofiness extremely cute.~
Lilith: It's okay Teddy. Rainbow bear has not let me down yet and he won't start now.
Four Days Later
Montgomery, Alabama
~We watch as a furred paw presses down on the button of a boombox ... yes a boombox, vintage 80's style. We zoom out as 'Eye of the Tiger' by Survivor starts playing ... very loudly throughout Hogan's Gym. Skittlez is in the ring, running the ropes ... this time flawlessly, hitting them each time. This switches to scenes of him jumping rope, Double Dutch style as Teddy and Lilith's favorite Sarah Teddy are swinging the jumprope for him. The montage continues with him running up and down the ring steps carrying a slab of beef over his shoulder. And finally, Lilith and Skittlez in the ring with gloves practicing Skittlez' hand eye coordination. As the song comes to an end, Skittlez takes off the gear and steps down from the ring to a surprisingly excited, Teddy. He is covered in sweat and looks to have gained a few pounds in muscle. It was very clear that Teddy and Lilith were running him ragged all week, but it seems to have been paying off.~
Teddy: Now that's what I'm talking about!
Skittlez: Homie ain't playin' no mo'.
~Lilith steps out of the ring and gives Skittlez a big hug, despite him being all sweaty and she smiles.~
Lilith: I'm very proud of you Rainbow bear!
~Skittlez is elated as well, and he celebrates the only way he knows how ... with rap.~
Skittlez: I been hustlin' this game, tryna make a name to claim for fame it's insane how I hit the fast lane ... comin' up from dees streets, and rhyming out to dees beats strivin' for victory. I'm like Robert Deniro, I may not be a hero, but for losing, our tolerance is straight zero. We ...
~Lilith interrupts him mid-flow as of course, she didn't understand him. But she also raised a valid point.~
Lilith: Uhmmmms ... aren't you a little bit concerned that Woody and Salem won't really understand what your saying? I mean cuz I don't, and I'm your bestest friend ever.
Skittlez: What you mean boo?
Lilith: Cuz like, Woody is a cowboy and stuffs. And Salem is a magical talking cat. I don't think they will even get your hip hoppity stuffs.
~This was a valid point ... Jason Cash was a redneck/hillbilly and Salem Shepherd was about as far removed from the hip hop lifestyle as you could get.~
Skittlez: Yo, you know yous right boo. I think Imma change up my game at dis performance tonight.
Lilith: You are? Whats you gonna do?
Skittlez: Don't worry I gots dis.
Teddy: Oh dear God, help us all.
Later That Night
The Breakroom
Montgomery, Alabama
~The stage is set up in this fired up bar for underground, local and up and coming performers to ply their craft. With WCF being in town to host Slam on Sunday, the bar owner had no problem at all with allowing Skittlez to perform at the establishment, promoting Slam and drawing in business. The place is PACKED with WCF fans who came to hear the lyricist's rhymes. Lilith and Teddy have a V.I.P. table up front and wait for the rapper to take stage. But when he does, the crowd is stunned as he is wearing a straw cowboy hat, a blue and black checkered fannel shirt and some blue jeans and cowboy boots.~
Skittlez: Howdy ya'll.
~Skittlez talks with a fake, obviously forced Southern accent. There is some laughter from the crowd as this had to be a joke. They came to hear some hip hop, not country music.~
Skittlez: I figure we're gonna switch it up tonight on occasion of my opponents this week.
~Skittlez reaches behind the stage curtain and removes a guitar, taking a seat on a stool and a microphone placed in front of him. Everyone is still confused.~
Skittlez: This is a little bitty I wrote ... about three hours ago. It goes a lil' somethin' like this ...
~He strums the guitar a few times.~
Skittlez: "You lost your farm, you lost your dog, you lost your tractor"
"Right before discovering, your woman found another man she's after."
'You poured that whiskey sour steep ... at the corner of the bar."
"Your heart'd been rattled deep, and you picked up your guitar."
"Now if I know a country song, this is the part where real men fight."
"And dust themselves off from their heartache, saying everythin'll be alright."
"Well that's all fine and dandy ... but I just felt that someone oughtta might .."
"Be the one to tell you, yes I'll be the one to tell you ..."
"You ain't not no cotton pickin, finger lickin' chance come Sunday Niiiiiight!"
~There are cheers and whistles from the crowd who now do laugh at Skittlez using country music to dissect his opponents.~
Skittlez: "Now I can't fancy myself as a bettin man."
"But iff'n ya'll can't understand ..."
"That as sure as the sun's settin' on this land."
"Over Yonder, there's a goner and Zero Tolerance has no chaaaaance. YEE HAW!"
"These ole' country boys says they don't give a crap ..."
"So I think it's time we returned ... back to ...
~Skittlez peels off his country outfit to reveal his normal gear underneath. Jersey, ball cap, jorts and the whole nine. He winks and smiles at the pause in his song.~
Skittlez: Rap!
~He throws the guitar aside and the lights change up, strobe lights flashing. Beats bumping through the speakers as he commands the stage.~
Skittlez: I'm crazy, like I'm runnin' with scissors, in a blizzard, just to cut you open, revealin' yo gizzards, and slice slivers, of kidneys and livers. The pot simmers, like serving lobster at dinner, a hot sizzler. And we know ya got jitters, dem shivers, and they all up in ya knickers. I pull triggers, like a straight heavy hitter. Your pride withers, It's the winners that differ. I deliver, magic missiles like mufukkin' wizards.
So I stayed out this game till today, when I played and ended the charade you've portrayed, it's decayed with the message that I have relayed and conveyed, that I am not afraid to invade your cortex like grenades, mind's frayed and dismayed by my mental cascade, I just made shit so easy, the plans have been laid. It's okay, you just can't evade the fact that you'll fade, be needing first aid as your brain's been filleted and I'll end this tirade like a replayed first crusade.
Yous wanna belittle Skittlez? You bitches think I'm just brittle, cause I scribble down rhymes filled wit symbols that's been littered wit riddles. I hear dem giggles, and that shit means very little, I'm straight viceral, poppin' off just like pistols.
We get it, you came to fight and drink beer, oh dear, am I s'possed to take that shit sincere? It's clear, that your undoing is near. Straight fear, for this lyrical engineer. Time's here, for this beating's severe. Let's switch gears, buckle up, as I steer us to our final frontier. It appears, I just comendeered ya careers, took ya hope and ya dreams, drove em right off of this pier, no tears because this is the premieWe r, of how I persevere. Pioneers of the ring who just straight up endeared. Came up from the rear, took ya spot and ya image is smeared all over the veneer. I'd be lying if I said sorry, I'm now revered by my peers. It's my year, and when ya hear the crowd cheer, it's over, ya'll clowns can just disappear.
I'm sorry Salem, in this matchup ya failin', And I'm mailin' you this beatin', pick up the win then I'm bailin'. I'm your assailant, and I'm causing your ailment. Somebody, had better locate the bailiff, cause I just organized and orchestrated ZT's derailment. Was smooth sailin', I had yous under surveillance. Smokin' you fools like cultivated inhalants.
Ooooh straight Cheddar. I done peppered this Shepherd, he left checkered, just like dat bitch had spots like a leopard. He think he clever, but just got full on severed, with no effort. I'm just better, bitch you been tarred and feathered, I'm unfettered. bringin' the storm you can't weather. Triple decker on this record cause my rhymes is just epic.
Now Cash when we clash, I'mma just lash, out and kick ya hillbilly ass. So fast, I slash a gash on ya forehead like the Flash. We takin' out this trash, cause in this game you will crash and burn the fuck up like ash. These rhymes, well I been saving this stash, and this one you can have, turnt up, just like ya goofy mustache. First class, in this rap game at last, I been masterin' disaster to give ya flashbacks of the past. You regurgitating verbs to make it look like you passed. But ya missed it cause ya dissin's ignorant and rehashed.
Translation? When I'm the ring adjacent to Jason, I'm just brazen enough and he don't understand what he facing. Placing you in my basement like a sedated mental patient. This battle is taken, and I know you is shaken, with frustration at the notation that your equation never held the persuasion that on this occasion you'd be gettin body bagged right on location by a mo' fuckin' scrawny caucasian.
I won't lie, I know yous two is tough, and this shit gonna be rough. But, when you look at what's up, you'll know soon enough we gonna call out ya bluff. Enough's enough, yous can huff and can puff, but let's touch, on the fact yous ain't got enough nuts, to get it done. In this battle we won, I know yous stunned cause inches we gave none.
Now before yous think I'm just tryna be funny, let me bluntly point out that I humbly used country, music to express that Lilith and I are just hungry. We will abruptly just come be, the ones who have begun to sum up success on the monthly. It's just done B, you jumping off the cliff with no bungee. You rusty, and come Sunday you'll trust me.
Okay, let's get dis out da way, we already knew the phrases you two was gonna say. The plan which, you ran with, bout makin a sandwich, could never withstand this, lyrical backhanding, you sinking like quicksand, every time that you open your mouth, the words that come out have no clout and yous about to dropout of this bout before you about to get knocked out and I doubt that you want to strikeout in front of this crowd as they screaming so loud.
Now as I'm gonna demonstrate when the people congregate to see just what it is that yous will not tolerate, it's only gonna show that you did not anticipate how quickly this beef was going to accelerate. This Sunday it culminates in what you cannot duplicate. I elevate, all you try to emulate, when you fabricate the importance of my fuckin' body weight. It escalates, how yous didn't just concentrate or contemplate this confrontation and ya ignorance just complicates the consequences when you activate a crazy white boy's mental state and he's about to detonate. I may just be a featherweight, but that shit does not implicate or indicate that I ain't ready to aggravate a beatdown that will invalidate your thoughts you would intimidate and obliterate this dude who is equipped to take a beating and reciprocate. I originate my consensus to eliminate you at a discount rate. Lilith and I collaborate, this is why we have this great, relationship to perpetuate where I am fascinated by, how quickly she emasculates you guys, you just not safe. No surpise, this shit is all but just finished. I gave you bitches two stitches in this battle we win this, now the mic is relinquished cause ya chances of winnin' diminished. You Brutus, I'm Popeye just ate his spinach.
~Mic drop.~
End feed.
~No longer than one month ago, the idea that Skittlez would be competing in a contendership match for the WCF Tag Team Championships would have been considered a joke. A complete absurdity. For the most part, things were still considered that way. It was no secret to anyone on the WCF roster that the current general manager, Sarah Twilight had only teamed Skittlez with Lilith to ensure the raven haired beauty's failure. Yet somehow, they had thrived. Somehow, as a team they had been able to rise through the ranks and accomplish the impossible. They were now just one match away from an opportunity at the WCF Tag Titles. Skittlez had gone from an undercard enhancement talent, who had absolutely no respect from anyone in the locker room ... to participating in the semi-main event on Slam.~
Monday, September 5th 2016
Montgomery, Alabama
~We find Skittlez at the back of Hogan's gym there on Harrison street in downtown Montgomery, Alabama. The old, rustic gym is mostly empty and lacked the modern equipment of most other gyms in the area. But this was on purpose. There in the back of the gym along with Skittlez, small white towel draped over his tiny shoulders is Teddy. The bear is doing all he can to motivate the scrawny rapper.~
Teddy: You can do this! You climb into that ring, and you hit those ropes until you can't hit them no more ... and then you KEEP on hitting them just because that's what a winner does!
Skittlez: Yo, I feel ya Teddy. But dis on some other level shit. These jokahs ain't no joke. Dude is practically undefeatable an' shit.
~Teddy climb up onto the ringsteps to get eye level with Skittlez, he extends a paw and SMACKS the shit out of Skittlez.~
Teddy: Nobody is undefeatable!
~Skittlez winces a bit, and is pretty embarrassed that he just got smacked up by Lilith's talking teddy bear.~
Skittlez: Chill homie! I ain't said I ain't gonna bring it. I'm just sayin' tho. This a contendership match an' shit. These fools ain't gon' be no pushovers. An' I mean, I barely kept up last few weeks. If it wasn't for Lilith, mayne we'd not even be here.
~Teddy looks at Skittlez with some level of disdain and the furry animal furrows his brows a bit, resting his paw under his chin with a sneer.~
Teddy: You think I am not well aware that Lilith is the foundation of this team? Quite frankly, I don't know how you're still alive.
Skittlez: Dat's cold homie. Real cold.
Teddy: It's the truth! You are just some ridiculous little man with no skills, no training and no worldly chance in HELL of fighting a group like Zero Tolerance. Lilith, as great as she is ... can't afford to be going into this two versus one. So you are going to get your ass in that ring, and you are going to train ... and train until you can't train anymore. nd when that happens, you are STILL going to train because you are nothing more than a silly BITCH right now!
~Skittlez looks rather angry and insulted by this.~
Skittlez: Yo, don' disrepect me like dat. I ain't no bitch.
Teddy: Oh? PROVE IT!
Skittlez: Mu'fukkah I'mma tear the stuffin out yo little brown furred ass!
Teddy: Oh are you angry? A little agitated? THEN GET IN THE RING AND DO SOMETHING!
Skittlez: Yo, I'm tellin' you don' play me bro.
~Just then, Lilith walks into the gym and Skittlez' full attention turns to her. It was like the whole world stopped and she was walking towards him in slow motion. Her dark hair flowing brilliantly behind her, her sexy hips swiveled in motion as she casually made her way toward him. Drool was dribbling down Skittlez' chin as he stared at her in awe. She was wearing a white cut off top that was tied together just under her breasts and a black leather miniskirt with calf-high, heeled leather boots. Teddy just shakes his head as he watches Skittlez' jaw hit the floor.~
Teddy: Snap out of it Vanilla Ice. She's out of your league.
~Suddenly, Skittlez' DID snap out of it as he heard Teddy call him Vanilla Ice. Perhaps it was the insult, or perhaps he just wanted to impress Lilith. But Skittlez now DOES step into the ring.~
Skittlez: You wanna see sumpin? A'ight bet. Imma show you what up.
Teddy: Oh this should be good.
~Lilith finally makes it to where they were and she stands alongside Teddy, watching on with a smile. Skittlez is all fired up, wanting to look good for Lilith. He starts hitting the ropes ... but it isn't long before he trips over himself and falls flat on his face in the center of the ring. Teddy facepalms.~
Teddy: We have our work cut out for us.
~Lilith giggles, still finding Skittlez' goofiness extremely cute.~
Lilith: It's okay Teddy. Rainbow bear has not let me down yet and he won't start now.
Four Days Later
Montgomery, Alabama
~We watch as a furred paw presses down on the button of a boombox ... yes a boombox, vintage 80's style. We zoom out as 'Eye of the Tiger' by Survivor starts playing ... very loudly throughout Hogan's Gym. Skittlez is in the ring, running the ropes ... this time flawlessly, hitting them each time. This switches to scenes of him jumping rope, Double Dutch style as Teddy and Lilith's favorite Sarah Teddy are swinging the jumprope for him. The montage continues with him running up and down the ring steps carrying a slab of beef over his shoulder. And finally, Lilith and Skittlez in the ring with gloves practicing Skittlez' hand eye coordination. As the song comes to an end, Skittlez takes off the gear and steps down from the ring to a surprisingly excited, Teddy. He is covered in sweat and looks to have gained a few pounds in muscle. It was very clear that Teddy and Lilith were running him ragged all week, but it seems to have been paying off.~
Teddy: Now that's what I'm talking about!
Skittlez: Homie ain't playin' no mo'.
~Lilith steps out of the ring and gives Skittlez a big hug, despite him being all sweaty and she smiles.~
Lilith: I'm very proud of you Rainbow bear!
~Skittlez is elated as well, and he celebrates the only way he knows how ... with rap.~
Skittlez: I been hustlin' this game, tryna make a name to claim for fame it's insane how I hit the fast lane ... comin' up from dees streets, and rhyming out to dees beats strivin' for victory. I'm like Robert Deniro, I may not be a hero, but for losing, our tolerance is straight zero. We ...
~Lilith interrupts him mid-flow as of course, she didn't understand him. But she also raised a valid point.~
Lilith: Uhmmmms ... aren't you a little bit concerned that Woody and Salem won't really understand what your saying? I mean cuz I don't, and I'm your bestest friend ever.
Skittlez: What you mean boo?
Lilith: Cuz like, Woody is a cowboy and stuffs. And Salem is a magical talking cat. I don't think they will even get your hip hoppity stuffs.
~This was a valid point ... Jason Cash was a redneck/hillbilly and Salem Shepherd was about as far removed from the hip hop lifestyle as you could get.~
Skittlez: Yo, you know yous right boo. I think Imma change up my game at dis performance tonight.
Lilith: You are? Whats you gonna do?
Skittlez: Don't worry I gots dis.
Teddy: Oh dear God, help us all.
Later That Night
The Breakroom
Montgomery, Alabama
~The stage is set up in this fired up bar for underground, local and up and coming performers to ply their craft. With WCF being in town to host Slam on Sunday, the bar owner had no problem at all with allowing Skittlez to perform at the establishment, promoting Slam and drawing in business. The place is PACKED with WCF fans who came to hear the lyricist's rhymes. Lilith and Teddy have a V.I.P. table up front and wait for the rapper to take stage. But when he does, the crowd is stunned as he is wearing a straw cowboy hat, a blue and black checkered fannel shirt and some blue jeans and cowboy boots.~
Skittlez: Howdy ya'll.
~Skittlez talks with a fake, obviously forced Southern accent. There is some laughter from the crowd as this had to be a joke. They came to hear some hip hop, not country music.~
Skittlez: I figure we're gonna switch it up tonight on occasion of my opponents this week.
~Skittlez reaches behind the stage curtain and removes a guitar, taking a seat on a stool and a microphone placed in front of him. Everyone is still confused.~
Skittlez: This is a little bitty I wrote ... about three hours ago. It goes a lil' somethin' like this ...
~He strums the guitar a few times.~
Skittlez: "You lost your farm, you lost your dog, you lost your tractor"
"Right before discovering, your woman found another man she's after."
'You poured that whiskey sour steep ... at the corner of the bar."
"Your heart'd been rattled deep, and you picked up your guitar."
"Now if I know a country song, this is the part where real men fight."
"And dust themselves off from their heartache, saying everythin'll be alright."
"Well that's all fine and dandy ... but I just felt that someone oughtta might .."
"Be the one to tell you, yes I'll be the one to tell you ..."
"You ain't not no cotton pickin, finger lickin' chance come Sunday Niiiiiight!"
~There are cheers and whistles from the crowd who now do laugh at Skittlez using country music to dissect his opponents.~
Skittlez: "Now I can't fancy myself as a bettin man."
"But iff'n ya'll can't understand ..."
"That as sure as the sun's settin' on this land."
"Over Yonder, there's a goner and Zero Tolerance has no chaaaaance. YEE HAW!"
"These ole' country boys says they don't give a crap ..."
"So I think it's time we returned ... back to ...
~Skittlez peels off his country outfit to reveal his normal gear underneath. Jersey, ball cap, jorts and the whole nine. He winks and smiles at the pause in his song.~
Skittlez: Rap!
~He throws the guitar aside and the lights change up, strobe lights flashing. Beats bumping through the speakers as he commands the stage.~
Skittlez: I'm crazy, like I'm runnin' with scissors, in a blizzard, just to cut you open, revealin' yo gizzards, and slice slivers, of kidneys and livers. The pot simmers, like serving lobster at dinner, a hot sizzler. And we know ya got jitters, dem shivers, and they all up in ya knickers. I pull triggers, like a straight heavy hitter. Your pride withers, It's the winners that differ. I deliver, magic missiles like mufukkin' wizards.
So I stayed out this game till today, when I played and ended the charade you've portrayed, it's decayed with the message that I have relayed and conveyed, that I am not afraid to invade your cortex like grenades, mind's frayed and dismayed by my mental cascade, I just made shit so easy, the plans have been laid. It's okay, you just can't evade the fact that you'll fade, be needing first aid as your brain's been filleted and I'll end this tirade like a replayed first crusade.
Yous wanna belittle Skittlez? You bitches think I'm just brittle, cause I scribble down rhymes filled wit symbols that's been littered wit riddles. I hear dem giggles, and that shit means very little, I'm straight viceral, poppin' off just like pistols.
We get it, you came to fight and drink beer, oh dear, am I s'possed to take that shit sincere? It's clear, that your undoing is near. Straight fear, for this lyrical engineer. Time's here, for this beating's severe. Let's switch gears, buckle up, as I steer us to our final frontier. It appears, I just comendeered ya careers, took ya hope and ya dreams, drove em right off of this pier, no tears because this is the premieWe r, of how I persevere. Pioneers of the ring who just straight up endeared. Came up from the rear, took ya spot and ya image is smeared all over the veneer. I'd be lying if I said sorry, I'm now revered by my peers. It's my year, and when ya hear the crowd cheer, it's over, ya'll clowns can just disappear.
I'm sorry Salem, in this matchup ya failin', And I'm mailin' you this beatin', pick up the win then I'm bailin'. I'm your assailant, and I'm causing your ailment. Somebody, had better locate the bailiff, cause I just organized and orchestrated ZT's derailment. Was smooth sailin', I had yous under surveillance. Smokin' you fools like cultivated inhalants.
Ooooh straight Cheddar. I done peppered this Shepherd, he left checkered, just like dat bitch had spots like a leopard. He think he clever, but just got full on severed, with no effort. I'm just better, bitch you been tarred and feathered, I'm unfettered. bringin' the storm you can't weather. Triple decker on this record cause my rhymes is just epic.
Now Cash when we clash, I'mma just lash, out and kick ya hillbilly ass. So fast, I slash a gash on ya forehead like the Flash. We takin' out this trash, cause in this game you will crash and burn the fuck up like ash. These rhymes, well I been saving this stash, and this one you can have, turnt up, just like ya goofy mustache. First class, in this rap game at last, I been masterin' disaster to give ya flashbacks of the past. You regurgitating verbs to make it look like you passed. But ya missed it cause ya dissin's ignorant and rehashed.
Translation? When I'm the ring adjacent to Jason, I'm just brazen enough and he don't understand what he facing. Placing you in my basement like a sedated mental patient. This battle is taken, and I know you is shaken, with frustration at the notation that your equation never held the persuasion that on this occasion you'd be gettin body bagged right on location by a mo' fuckin' scrawny caucasian.
I won't lie, I know yous two is tough, and this shit gonna be rough. But, when you look at what's up, you'll know soon enough we gonna call out ya bluff. Enough's enough, yous can huff and can puff, but let's touch, on the fact yous ain't got enough nuts, to get it done. In this battle we won, I know yous stunned cause inches we gave none.
Now before yous think I'm just tryna be funny, let me bluntly point out that I humbly used country, music to express that Lilith and I are just hungry. We will abruptly just come be, the ones who have begun to sum up success on the monthly. It's just done B, you jumping off the cliff with no bungee. You rusty, and come Sunday you'll trust me.
Okay, let's get dis out da way, we already knew the phrases you two was gonna say. The plan which, you ran with, bout makin a sandwich, could never withstand this, lyrical backhanding, you sinking like quicksand, every time that you open your mouth, the words that come out have no clout and yous about to dropout of this bout before you about to get knocked out and I doubt that you want to strikeout in front of this crowd as they screaming so loud.
Now as I'm gonna demonstrate when the people congregate to see just what it is that yous will not tolerate, it's only gonna show that you did not anticipate how quickly this beef was going to accelerate. This Sunday it culminates in what you cannot duplicate. I elevate, all you try to emulate, when you fabricate the importance of my fuckin' body weight. It escalates, how yous didn't just concentrate or contemplate this confrontation and ya ignorance just complicates the consequences when you activate a crazy white boy's mental state and he's about to detonate. I may just be a featherweight, but that shit does not implicate or indicate that I ain't ready to aggravate a beatdown that will invalidate your thoughts you would intimidate and obliterate this dude who is equipped to take a beating and reciprocate. I originate my consensus to eliminate you at a discount rate. Lilith and I collaborate, this is why we have this great, relationship to perpetuate where I am fascinated by, how quickly she emasculates you guys, you just not safe. No surpise, this shit is all but just finished. I gave you bitches two stitches in this battle we win this, now the mic is relinquished cause ya chances of winnin' diminished. You Brutus, I'm Popeye just ate his spinach.
~Mic drop.~
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