Aight, recently there has been a flame war between my blog 3rdarm.biz and the White Animal blog, which to be fair is being updated from Argentina & Chile & other points in South America by my friend Emerson. Basically what happened was he posted something on his blog where he basically said, point blank, Alanis Morrisette sings “Thank you India” like she expects the whole subcontinent to respond “You’re welcome Alanis” in unison and I freaked out because Alanis is like, a great Canadian. On myspace.com (down under comments) White Animal compared me in the nuclear bunker on a bizamp session to Kevin Federline on the mixing table listening to his record “popozao” which even I must admit is funny & startlingly accurate.

So I flamed a verse and then challenged White Animal to spit back in a comment which he did. From the bottom up we have the original battle verse I spit out and then the retaliation Emerson spit back… ON TOP I am now hitting him up with my second verse which I have also recorded on mp3 with a quote from Diane Wilson and a backup track called “Geek Out” by the recently deceased J Dilla from his outstanding Donuts album. Flame on! (Emerson, if you dare, spit back your next verse in the comments section… everybody else, keep your prizefighting kissers out of the ring!):

[http://3rdarm.biz/mp3s/battlerhyme.mp3]

3rdarm (ROUND 2): “Herbal lemongrass, verbal lemongrass, Teddy Pendergrass…/ If you risk it, (eating brisket), you risking a smelly ass! /

Hot sauce… Hot sauce… the Real Inner Beauty / should you slurp this hot sauce / you’ll suffer booty loss /

My team reams supreme like gorditas out they buns / Loose meat packing heat / Meat wagon wagging tongues / Dogs chase it on dog runs /

Across the continents / Your hair is much longer than mine but… / I hardly notice / I’d rather leer at your wandering boyish behind /

Shake it up and down / to a million overnight dubs / But don’t let the boys break it… / in Brazilian underage fight clubs!”

White Animal (ROUND ONE): “I only write my lyrics in reggaeton…

Che, Boludo
I can’t swallow this menudo
try to dis the animal, yo rompe su Culo

your rhymes are Popazao
and this I can’t allow
If you want to battle we can bring it to Macao

Que Onda?
You want to be Peter Fonda
and pratice satyananda
where’s your mind gone ta?
it’s gonna get hectic like Rwanda

Whats up, Russert, it’s time to meet the press
put you live on cnn and then complete your death
your street atorney status won’t win you any points
when I get you on the scrabble board and unleash my joints:

FAQIR-what you are not
QWERTY cause I’m a nerd
SHEQELS is what you’ll owe me
when I bust a triple word

So don’t back down now that I got my shit flexed
Come back with ill rhymes and a little Fish Sex

word”

3rdarm (ROUND ONE): “I am federline in the nederline used to take the rederline to the fisherline with the fishy spine Peace love yahweh monster red flame from my flaming mofo flamejob flamegate grill I just flamed out sixty five martyrs on their ascent to the compassion camp/ ringed with virgins/ more guns than Great Adventure.”