Text Battle Archive: Se�or Perfecto vs Orion... Round 4...

Rules...

Adios...

Yo...

Orion shouldn't fuck with Spics...
They're not as pussy as the bitch that sucked his dick...
Plus... you shouldn't mess with Chinks...
Cos against unlimited lines it's best that you invest in ink...

If that was just a warm-up... I can't wait to see what you've got in store next,
Cos after that crap I'm collapsing from laughter faster than your chest,
�You think you're best...?  That's all jest... you're just a small pest,
We only invited you to this site cos we needed more Vets,
If I eat sheep like the Scots... you fuck them like the Welsh,
You thought your style was so hot that you tried to bite yourself,
Now I'ma get this tee-total geek pissed with unlimited bars,
This imposter gets his moniker from nicking lyrics from stars,
Sixty-four lines of love... but I'll reply with h8-squared,
I'll leave no Renegade spared just to show I ain't scared,
Still dissing me with your crew victory as if it proves shit to me,
But this'll be Se�or's turn on top... just the way you like to picture me,
I'm leaving you in history... this is 2005...
I thought I left Orion dyin' but his crew found him alive,
Now he's in hospital... but what little hope of a quick recovery...
Even if he survives there's no life for this kid... he's ugly,
You must think this game is rugby... cos all you do is try...
And after matches you like to have baths with the rudest guy,
I'm running Bach with gun intact cos I control the Classics,
This old fart wouldn't know Art if Mozart had sold his assets,
If Renegades went away that would sever his career,
Whereas the X may occassionally Fade but we'll never disappear,
You like your crew to kiss the rear... that's why they call you the Big O...
And just to ensure they swallow it all... make sure you release your shit slow,
It's the festive season but this Vet sends me crap for Christmas,
His crew line-up looks like he mistook this game of Rap for business,
I'll attack your fitness...  Stick to text cos you lack the vocal stamina,
I'll crack jokes like your backbone and how I broke your lamina,

breathe...

You shouldn't have messed with me initially cos now I'll send my text expeditionary,
You're the epitome of illiteracy... you couldn't spell "KY" without a dictionary,
You turned down a role as a missionary not because you lacked faith,
But cos you prefer things the other way... doggy-style with your back faced...

My words are versatile and swerve around curves and corners,
My text stretches around the world like foreigners traversing borders,
Everything you sent is evidence that this nerd can bore us,
I'll defeat you without Raptor's crap beats, another verse or chorus,
Renegades say they're against the grain... yet they serve his orders,
Desperate to make the grade... pushing their own shit worst than hawkers,
First and foremost... I'll steal this nerd's thesaurus,
Then Orion will be murdered like El Matador versus Taurus,
Your entire crew will be murked and slaughtered after we burst your doors with mortars and search your quarters,
You know how perverted Se�or is... I'd love to hurt your daughters,
You can't afford whores so you're molesting girls in saunas,
Dig deeper for personals... but all you'll get is dirt and sawdust,
I'll keep delivering these killer-punches until his nerves withdraw,
Turn his flaws against him... reverse his thoughts to curb his jaw,
They're ain't a flow worst than your's... that's why voters preferred Se�or,
Immersed in awe like birds in water whereas my words can soar,
Ingenious use of vocabulary, violent verbs and more,
But to be terse... this spastic practices Murphy's Law,
I've heard it all before... he thinks he's hardcore... causing war,
I said his crew was fertile... I meant it biggstankdogg of horse-manure,
The Source reports that Orion's best hope is forcing draws,
Or he'll become the best biter I ever saw since Jaws,
You can attack with four-inch claws... but I hope you've got more in store,
Cos you're in for a rude awakening while Se�or's just yawning more...

To show my appreciation I'll finish with a belated token gift,
You're as much use to Newbies elevating as a broken lift,
But spoken swift... what we wrote is sick...  It's a shame we just do text,
And what you must do next is discuss who's best out of us two Vets...

Adios...

If my text is sour then his gets dipped... flipped... then gets devoured...
I'll test his power by first sending flowers cos my verse offends this coward...

Yo...

I was twenty-five when you wrote this but now I'm twenty-six,
Unravelling rhymes while travelling time is just one of many tricks,
Chinese... Hispanics... Pakistanis... the XFade can tweak ethnic kids of any mix,
I said... let's have a graphic battle... this so-called artist tried to send me pics,
I called you a vet cos sick dawgs quit rapping when you try to help them,
And when you're desperate for studs this stupid faggot flies to Cheltenham,
I'll loosen Orion's belt 'n' let his shame hang in public,
Your punchlines are even cheesier than the latest teeny club-hit,
You keep repeating that weak shit about my clique being Greek myths,
Cos I type so fast one-handed but it seems like I punch with three fists,
I've a hunch why you seem pissed and it is to be expected,
It's cos Rixa made the teamlist while you got rejected,
You spat your best but back then your lyrics didn't impress me,
So when I said your talent's Rising, Sun... I was taking sarcastic Snipes... like Wesley,
It's ain't black and white like chess pieces... but you must still protect the King,
And when I said my rhymes were alimentary I didn't mean stick 'em up your rectal ring,
You're sequestering yourself even though Semester's finished,
If that post is less than six years old... I'll go molest your lyrics,
I'll test your spirit against dead wrestlers cos you're not sh-Owen Heart,
So O is smart for only imparting overflowing farts,

O... baby...

They call you Onion but none of what you spit is pungent,
It's cos you're hidden underground... tortured in the darkest dungeon,
You're jealous cos I'm more mature...  My texts are tour de force,
I spit so much that Se�or is also called a watercourse,
Haters say my rhymes are forced but I've trained my eye on your's,
Maybe Apollo's space-missions can explain how Orion soars,
I let you go first cos I knew the punches in your verse won't hurt,
Your own words all are inert so your crew posts are covert,
I've got you in a flurry... and now you think this Chink's a worry,
I have natural instincts to bully cos this Paki stinks of curry,
Actually this kid's pretty funny... he thinks he flows cos his shits are runny,
I'll let him die rich... by this I mean he'll be buried in a ditch of money,
I start popping you and can't stop as if you're a tub of Pringles,
You can't call your rhymes Hip-Hop if you ripped them from a book of jingles,
Look for yourself... took from the shelf...  Punchlines are probably all plagiarised...
Copied from some page of rhymes on a range of sites... and I ain't surprised...
Don't point your finger of lies.. I'm handing out facts as the site's saviour,
I might save ya... or I might turn your bruises more purple than Samuel L. Jackson's light-sabre,
You're only Number One cos the ranks are based on posts,
You've no beef... but lots of spam... porkies... ham and bacon roasts...

guess who's back...

Still bringing your Raw Tactics... save that shit for spastics,
Play with fire... you'll get burned... especially with short matchsticks,
I'd fuck your girl but I'm not one to lower standards for fat chicks,
With a body as big as her's... she's perfectly built to stack bricks,
You're that pissed cos you're aghast at how fast you'd have to rap this,
I back-flip to evade this pussy's punches... your scratch missed,
Contrast this with the master... whose every blast hits,
I'll sink your boat... your mast rips...  My flow can crash ships,
I boast unsurpassed wit but you claim I'm past it,
The fact is... I was busy laughing so I posted an half-assed spit,
This bastard will be lambasted...  Do the maths, kid,
That spit was your last-ditch attempt to prevent getting your ass ripped,
�And how's a tee-total geek gonna know what Hash is...?
The only time this bitch blazes is when he's got hot flashes,
I'll blow his house down... with or without his storm sashes,
Orion's full of hot air... I don't literally mean warm gasses,

orion has a porn-'tache...

Tag-teaming with a Drag-Queen... �But where have you fags been...?
Probably wanking over fad-rappers' faces on magazines,
You only say IceC's when you're screaming in your dreams,
Different teams but you're his dickrider... your insides teeming with his cream,
If the King is your partner... then that makes you the Queen,
But the National Anthem is not Hip-Hop and God can't save you through the screen,
You can't rule without a coronet... and somehow I mistook you for a Vet,
Now your girl is stuck with you after she fucked you for a bet,
You're a geek behind a screen...  You define what teen-angst is,
This boffin's born and bred in Cambridge... a place where you'll find Mods being gangstas,
�But how the fuck is O supposed to flow with constipation...?
So if you don't ride his dick he'll be quick to close the conversation,
�You're Number One...?  Shit... we must still have the wrong ranks,
There's no Saving The Privates Of Orion... even if you get on with Tom Hanks,
This faggot wants What Women Want... sex with Mel Gibson,
You spend a lot of time in Manhattan so your beef smells of Hell's Kitchen,
Find your own style instead of wishin' you were me,
Cos I ain't got the patience to listen to your beats,
You've got your dawgs addicted to your treats while you're busy dicking who you meet,
With his ass-cheeks continuously glued to his seat... �how's this geek gonna claim he knew the street...?

...Perfecto-Plexo...

holy shit that wuz long...but it wuz a nice read...ya bof kept me readin...

Orion - flow wuz good...content wuz sik...punches were consistently nice (well, mostly)...wordplay wuz ya usual creativity...altho ya got didn't come as hard in the second verse, it wuz also coo...I liked ur first verse better than the second...wit u it wuz the punches that kept me readin...

Senor Perfecto - flow wuz ON point...u had creative shit in there too...ya punches were, for the most part, nice too...but u had a few that were either filler or didn't hit very hard...ya verses were easier to read...n mor enjoyable...i think u took personals...the second verse, as has been said wuzn't on par wit ya first, but it wuz good...ya flow wuz wut kept me readin fo the most part...

sorry if i don't leave a longer vote, but im lookin to get out of this thread as soon as possible, my eyes r shakin...

Vote - Orion...tight battle, both of u...