check check it, uh huh

air raid siren

WATCH OUT BELOW cuz

we got Deific Blunder versus

kittiejenn and dey gonna throw

down, no clowns, up fo’ grabs:

the toast of the town

stick around

mad lyric beats poppin’

n’ some eardrums to pound

if you like, winvote to the top ‘n

if you hate, failvote to tha ground

ZomB.I.G = Mr. EMCEE

take care, play fair

and kick some bum fo’ me

Time to pay homage to the pound-for-pound King

President of Verbose set in ya’ dome’s West Wing

Coded into battles with Set Privilege Mode: God

Pedigree of eloquence now tapped to wage jihad

Doggerel spit physics, jagged flow like rocky creeks

Like tossin’ Stay Puffed’s salad, this **** is hella sweet

KJ, run quick, I’ll pursue and I won’t quit

Unleash on ya like fine upstanding member of society kids with my Mini-gun, full clip

Here’s your inauguration to versification

Denied salvation from oration

Clouded eyes when you realize

There’s no chance at a cessation

Now to turn down the quilt

And to snuff out the light

Put you violently to bed

‘Cause you’re ****ing done, good night

Yo I got bored as hell late last night

I went out crusin’ looking to fight

Went by Evil Trout’s house, no one home

Then my cell rings, someone picking a bone

Deific Blunder wants to know if I’ve got his dough

I made up some excuses and he called me a ho

So I cursed his bum out said I’m on my way

He said “don’t bother unless you’re coming to pay”

I rev up my ride turned the speakers on blast

Turned the corner then started driving fast

Screech to a halt outside his abode

Reach over, grab my Gat, lock and load

Run up the sidewalk, dodging the cat

He’s gotta be standing there holding a bat

So I hit the doorbell, ready to bust

Where the **** is he? I’m in a rush

He’s not opening up, the house is silent

Creep to the side of the house to see where he went

Look in the window and what do I see?

Turns out DB is the man from goatse

I pull out my Nikon and take a pic

Jump back in my ride, gotta get home quick

Open up ImageShack, don’t want to wait

And I prepare for a ban as I post it on Flamebate

I got a tubmail notice late last night

Seems Deific Blunder’s calling my **** trite

Blinded in rage, wanting to maim and kill

Just to cover up that his lines aren’t ill

My ban’s up, time to retaliate

But this **** is too big for Flamebate

Go to Forumbuildr, submit “DB is a douche”

Hope it lasts a while before the downvotes cut it loose

Checkin’ out INCIT, empty like always

Don’t feel like waiting for 5 subs all day

Itembuildr’s junk looks promising and rich

Submit his avatar for “Punk bum ****”

He tubmails me back, begging me to stop

But there’s no ****ing way that I’m letting this drop

Need more coverage, open IDC

Spam emotes and bolded “**** DB”

Gearing up good, preparing to do more

When all of a sudden there’s a knock at my door

Open it up and a familiar face I found

Won’t look me in the eye, just staring at the ground

He said “it’s been fun but I’m starting to drag”

It was Deific Blunder, waving his white flag