Disqualification Archive: [TEXT] Thryjoe vs. Sky Scrapur (0-0)

Has to be a full song with a chorus/hook
No dis to opponent, it's like an OM battle
Like usual, no biting (unless it's your own work)
Topic: Anything depressing
Due time- 336 hours (14 days [2 weeks])

Awrighty, G'lluck bro.
CHECK!

Fuck I forgot to mention in the title of this that is text.

Anyway...

[Verse 1]
Seven’s the one. Heaven’s where it all begun.
Beat ‘em, eat ‘em, spit ‘em out.
We need the forgiveness, or else it’s like a world without fitness.
See, I’m religious, and yet I’ve still gotten a bad sickness.
Time to pull the trigger, they’re coming like the Biggars
Compared to them I’m the Little Dipper.
But compared to- (Who?) I’m a mountain.
I’m absolutely certain.
Ha! Listening to that,
She’s planning to stick her attack knife in my back strife.
But I have a heart that looks like a hardened titanium
And I really rip like strawberry geranium
You hit me, I’m bruised
You kill me, of course I losed.
Anger me, and I’ll eat you alive
And if you and your crew survive,
That means there’s only one thing I could deny:
I’M POLITE!!!

[Chorus]
Daddy’s gotta go for now
Mommy’s coming for tomorrow
(x2)
We never meant any harm
All he did was
Cut off your good luck charm(x3)

[Verse 2]
They wonder about me,
They ponder without me.
Talk about me, laugh without me
They love themselves without me
To them I’m deadweight,
Brought them down to from love to hate
It wouldn’t be the same life for ‘em
No W.P.M.
No brain or system
No winging test for ‘em
My life has been an evil to okay scheme
That’s controlled by a God covered with vanishing cream
That’s what we believe
Rules are rules
So no driving ‘til you’re sixteen
They taught us about that in our preschools!
Oops! I killed your “Mike’s Pet Peeve”
We’re not a ton of big stupid fools!
What you do to us is just another grieve!
Music is my only relieve

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I’m actually not very sesquipedalian.
In fact, I’m more rallyin’
My words not very accurate,
You’re the one who makes my ideas more emasculate,
Taking my free times to clean all the house’s slimes.
Running out of topical fun-at-first-like tropical.
The no-brainer,
Trained by the slow-remainder.
The father didn’t know how to rhyme.
Damn! I’m stuck in a private chamber.
(It’s for you to figure out this time.)
Poor little girl, her life mattering in a whirl of his stupid rum.
One bottle too many and- oh! There she go!
Suffocated, roughly related, he’s mean but really frustrated.
One whole life wasted,
He was one second too hasted.
Oh well, he used it once and still was completely dunse.

[Chorus]
(But Daddy-)
(SHUT UP, KID!)
(Where’s Mommy?!)
(DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME?! I SAID “SHUT UP!”)
(Young girl crying)

TITLE : Mentally, lyrically, deranged

INTRO :

In times of despair
is life, worth the living...
Aaah mmmothaaaar!.

C.H.O.R.U.S :
Dunn Dunn Dunn, : can you feel it?
Dunn Dunn Dunn, : what am feeling?
-You better love it! - Huh
-You better love it! - Huh
-You better suck it! - Huhhh?
-Or better duck iiiit!! - Oooh!

When ambitions are trapped, beneath boneless focus,
i find a homeless ogress, & hit the Hopeless Opus,
if she a souless lotus, i keep the shit in degression,
with my feet in precession, i gotta ditch the depression,
Yes, depression or barren truth with vast intensions,
niggas i know your current blues, they're my past reflections,
your best inventions with perfomance as wild as Thriller,
can't get any realer than my retina, the mild ass mirror.
Real life battle vet, still an oldie champ, fuck latest mics,
Don't rank Sky with thugs, i saw war with my naked eyes,
not proud but stressing, if you knew you was headin south,
You would re-introspect, rethink and shape ya big mouth.

Dunn Dunn Dunn, : Can you feel it?
Dunn Dunn Dunn, : what am feeling?
-You better love it! - Huh
-You better love it! - Huh
-You better suck it! - Huhhh?
-You better duck iiit! - Oooh!

S.S

DQ for recycling.