HOsTiLe TaKeOvEr (Major Clowns collab, a must peep!!)
Aiyo The Clowns gonna rip it one time just to let y'all know we ain't to be fucked wit. Yo Subjugator, let em know the consequences:
Subjugator a.k.a. Reptyle Brayn:
Yo here I am king of all masacres, bloody nightmares and transition brayn scares>
Get in ya mind ta find ya most frightenin thoguht then I use that ta plot like the Clown from IT leave ya mentally drained with no wit>
Slit ya wrists let the blood pour inta my house of horror we move forward ta find bodys from past lyrical murders>
"AAAAHHHHH(screams)the torcher please no more" but fuck that ya had it comin' to ya my hands gripped around ya neck watchin ya face turn purple then I spin ya head ta make it go inta circles>
Listen ta the bones crack back whip lashed with one swack of the baseball bat now yya vertebrate is what ya lack>
Consistant blows to the temple of mental monasterys come on muthafucka show me some clarity>
I'm givin all ya weak stomachs botulism with words I feed the birds and herbs>
Leavin all germs and bacteriums broken down from my serums>
My lines ya can't hear em ya only fear em cuz truth is spoken and I leave governments broken and soakin in my bath of acid or bittin from my pet gator that haunts LAKE PLACID!!.............
Yeah nigga, that's what I'm talkin' about. You J, keep this shit movin'.
J-Lee The Lyricist:
We can battle wit the keystroke, so hot you get a heat stroke/cause we delete those, beat, defeat and mistreat flows/ that came from these hoes, cock back and release mo/ through three blows that meet low stikin like Dee-Bo/ when the Major Clowns collab it's so tight you need a photograph/ J-Lee, I've been the number one emcee since the draft/ burn you worse then a hoe wit crabs/ I get in your head and mess wit it like them girls on the Craft /we bring the "Heat" like Pat Riley, wit a torch in his hand/ come through wit lighters and hair spray cans/ keepin it close for suspense but next round it'll end/ wack emcees I suspend, cause they think they tough men/ but there ain't enough men we can't defend/ cuase we affend children, men and women/ that contend in every battle we attendin'/ and that's just another battle we winnin'/ so send in the National Guards and hope they fight hard/ cause you just bite hard, ya last name should be Saint Benard/ you retard, I never depart, tearin your knee apart/ cause this one'll break your whole team apart..........
*wippin' tears from his eyes* That's my boy, now next up we got that nigga Ominus, let em know:
The way I spit I slaughter more tracks than advisaries/
observin my words at high resolution will disolve ya capilaries/
you fuckin wit a vicous lyricist ravage ya camp worst than grizzlies and shit/
a nemisis, and I insist, you niggas don't try and fuck wit this/
cause I got hotter flows than niggas wit gonereaha when they piss/
now do you get the gist of my rhymes, I'm synchronized, wit otha minds, of clowns at the same time/
I'm lethal by design, only artillary by my lines/
defined, I sever more heads than the horseman at sleepy hollow/
I'll hit you in ya mouth witta dozen sharp verses and dare you to bite and swallow/
these niggas follow me and try and battle, but I got zero tolerance/
slaughter ya innosence, wit lines thats murderous, observin this/
techniques spit only from verbs and shit, niggas neva heard of this/
demonic Clown known in ya nightmares as IT, f*ck ballon animals the only trick that present/
is fuckin around leavin ya esophagus split/
while you niggas drop wac shit, I open my battles wit faint screams/
horrible depictions of emcees murdered in dramatic scenes/
or tragic schemes, ya life seems a little less prominant/
than vomit is, these Major Clowns runnin shit/
of course we remain dominant.............
OOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEE, that's strictly ill got damit!! Now let's pass the mic to that nigga K:
Klepto a.k.a. The Show Stealer:
One of us alone is hard to take/
but when you put all of us together niggaz bones start to break//
we get in yo head and play soccer wit yo brain/
and a single thought you won't be able to sustain//
your brain starts to hurt when you try to think/
and you gonna pass out even if you blink//
we leavin niggaz wit catatonic-like symptoms/
and when we come across yo crew the gon be our next victims//
leavin niggaz helpless is a Clown trademark/
cause we beat more niggaz then Joan of Ark//
let somebody shoot you and you'll know the pain we cause/
or let a girl pull a Luarena Bobbit on your balls//
we seperatin the wack from the real emcees like segregation/
and shipin em out like we was immagration//
in no particular order, just process of elimination/
so they families better get use to the seperation//
cause they gon disappear like in the process of evaporation/
all cause they couldn't fit in wit the Major Clown nation//
each time we rhyme we put another emcee in desolation/
and wit every line we spit comes more innovation//
so if you cross one of these niggaz you better not slip/
cause we spit the lyrics that make you do a backflip..............
Damn, all this illness around me, where the hell is my Flinstone Vitamins.
Mel Capriel a.k.a. The Flame Thrower:
After watchin' Sub., J, Ominus and Klepto-dis-y'all//
we got all y'all niggas runnin' for ya Pepto-Bismol//
yes-hoe,-it's-ya'll who brought this beatin' on ya self//
I call you son for a reason, don't make me take off my belt//
movin' at full speed, ain't no stoppin it, we droppin-kids//
left and right, you steppin' like you wanna have problems-wit//
these Major ass-kickin' ass-rippin' ass-whippin-Clowns//
y'all trippin' now cause we got y'all movin' to a different-towns//
I possess enough power to where if I nod-I'm-killin'-three//
niggas at a time, I rhyme wit Jean Claudes-ability//
this is just a game, Mel runnin' the point-guard//
leavin' you winded like asthmatic niggas hittin' a joint-hard//
I annoint yall whenever my hands touch my keyboard//
you need-more then a army to harm me, I'ma make you see-four//
puttin' a re-ward out for my arrest for lyrical murder//
makin' whoever readin' my next victim if they read further//
battlin wack emcees just gives me power-surge//
beat any niggas in twenty seconds when they got ahour-verse//
niggas scared to battle me, sayin "Not-now-Flame-Thrower"https://
Major Clowns is runnin' the game, it's a Hostile Takeover!!!!
You have now witnessed the illest clique on the internet, go run and tell you friends and relatives.
Any Clowns who ain't on here and got a verse, send it to email@example.com and I'll put em up here.
This beatdown has been brought to you be: Major Clowns puttingtwofeetinyourassanddoingbyciclekicks Productions, thank you.
*Mel Capriel a.k.a. The Flame Thrower*
*Klepto a.k.a. The Show Stealer*
*Matt Murdock a.k.a. Head Case*
*J-Lee a.k.a. The Lyricist*
*Subjugator a.k.a. Innahchi*
*Short Fuse a.k.a. Electrical Shock*
Yo Mel Capriel..that was some live action there..liver than a party with Marv Albert at Victoria Secret convention...LMAO
nah for real...this was a dope drop..never seen ya'll cats before but I'm amazed and am feeling the quality of this drop....Sorry I'm leaving the board and it would have been good to get to know you..I used to be the first to welcome all the new "talent" to the board...guess someone has to take my place now..but I wish you much love and much peace...
Naiea the former goddess of the board
-=- yo that shit was nice son... very much daps. i liked more of that than i do my parents. lol . well son that was madd dope.
Yo son peep my pot right under this. aaiight son keep it real playboy!
This is Tight Mel...
Raw CLick right here...
Feelin everybodiez energy and Content...
SOme NIce FLows as well...
Keep Blazin it, yall...
Clownz, takin ova...
~Second CIty Sunz~
LOL..mad drop kids
havent seen ya'll b4 , but shit was mad tight!!!
keep em comin