Enjoy:

 

Yo dog, i go hard, I'll be the one respected next
Cause my flow raw, on beats, im unprotected sex

Protect Ya Neck, Cuz Me And Dal Be Wreckin Heads
We Bringin More Holy Lines Than The New Testement!
Dont Test Us, Bitch, Or get step on like ants under our feet, bruh
Ya'll cats around more geeks than chemistry sets and beakers
Dont Expect To Beat Us, Cuz We Fryin You Fags
Im Bringin "Shells To A Battle" Like You Was "Fightin Wit Crabs!"
Sendin em right atcha abs, Attackin cats fa the fuck of it yo
You dudes be fleein our flames, Might as well all you fuckers the smoke

And My 'Plays Are Outta This World' Like 'Cardgames Wit Martians!'
You dont wanna start son, Cause ya rhymin bore's newbies
And my punches been known to 'land before time' like that dinosaur movie
Ya Lines Cannot Move Me, Ill Slay These Sinners
Me N Dal Are Rockin Ya Crib, And I Dont Mean Babysitters!
You think you'll take the winners, Dont wanna see us in a brawl
Cause ya ain't 'sayin nothing nice' - Shit you shouldnt say nothing at all
When We Crush Them, They Fall! Our Lines Will De-Rail Them
And We'll 'Fuck Up Ya Delivery' Like 'Negligent Mailmen!"
And give them hell then, Make it obvious you cant hang
Ya'll jus pawns on the net, This shit feels like an online chessgame
We Known To Leave Vets Maimed, Now All These Punks Dead
Ill 'Smash You Dudes In Ya Sleep' And I Dont Mean 'Faulty Bunk Beds!'
We got you callin the feds, Cause we murderin yall when we top charts
And ya bitch forever behind us, Like groupies to rock stars

We Knockin Out Teeth Whenever We Drop Bars, In Fact We Slayin Dentists
So Dont Test Us...You'll 'Get Served Over The Net' Like Games Of Table Tennis!
Leave you gay dudes finished, Drop guys and they spirits
Punches'll have ya face swollen, Like popeye after spinich
You Cant Win This, Cuz Im Nuts So Just Face It
Im Known To Smash Up Bars And Then Fuck The Waitress!
Or touch ya main bitch, You not even findin her cunt
You be like, "Baby its my birthday", She like "its that time of month!"

Now These Dykes Are Done...But Im Like Rambo When Rhymin
You Can Try To Outshine Flash, But Even My Shadow Is Blinded!
Wait, i got to rewind it...Shadow is blinded? That's as dope as it gets
We got you broken to bits, How could you THINK you can cope wit this shit?
There's No Hope When We Spit, These Niggas Need Helping
Im Cuttin Niggas Off The Top Of The Dome Like An Indian Scalping!
You gettin welt man, Nobody's scared of you dudes
Me and Flash like infants, jus call us the terrible two!
Cuz We Smearin You Fools, And When Im Whippin Out My Steel
I'll Have You 'Pussies Tip-Toeing' Around, Like 'Bitches In High Heels!'
We got devine skill, We easily shit on you, sport
Or you'll be in an early grave, Like cummin premature wit a corpse
Leave Em Torn Wit Our Force, When Im Sparkin This Dude
I'll Put The 'Heat To Ya Temple' Like An 'Arsonist Jew!'

 

 

 

Shit was consistant, saw multi spin offs and smooth transactions from both. Enjoyable as hell to read too. but you both brought a different style i think.

what really stood out was Fatal's lines, as they all seemed witty and well worked.

I think the only thing would be too make it different font colors instead of italic's.

dope drop and will probably be a sick example too be used and looked back on for anyone looking to elevate meta's and wordplay.

 

 

And Point, didnt you see where i wrote that me and dal were jus messin around over msn, and didnt plan on doin a collabo, it jus happened. So yea, i jus wrote whatever was on my mind, played or not. We started keyin and after a while, we like, "hey this turned out pretty tight"....

 

But yea, thanks for the feed guys...