this is a two round battle it goes me u u me aight???
rules are 10 line min 30 max
no dikrydin votes
4-o is ko 7 votes win
have fun!
You couldn’t drop ill if you fell sick//
You put a 'beat me' sign on your back just so you could get kicks//
You're so thick, you couldn’t keystlye good if you had total free-dome (freedom)//
in theis war im saddam heusein(so damn insane)and u aint even a peace(piece) of my game//
now let me set these niggas straight before yo lies start daunting my fame//
shit i wont diss ya "jackass" i go mtv style and dismiss ya//
my spits gonna destroy tha site and u tha reason i wont re-member(like signup)//
Like gas, diesel (these ill) punches are going to kill ya'//
Every time I HIT you, it's going straight to the top of the charts//
You’re a lazy lyricists, we haven't seen anything good sofa (so far)//
u dun melt in tha mouth or tha hand//
u aint fire,sorry these lyrics just flow from mah hand/
ike anerexic whores reformed--ya odds to win are "slim to nun"/
wit a twisted tounge i send his lungs a sentence punch that bends his guts till he "throws up mulitple shots" like he "binged on guns"/
u r wack --i bold the truth! ur spits more confusin than votin in a florida booth//(that big contoverseary fo votin fo pres)
engrave a cancer within yo face in a manner it mimmics and change his bones forcibly//
throw a punch to bend and torque his teeth from gums and let the "f*ckin blood run" like a menstrational orgy//
now wut u doin here, u belong at holla front cuz u iz yella// holla-front.com is jins site and its FuLLL of azns.
rules are 10 line min 30 max
no dikrydin votes
4-o is ko 7 votes win
have fun!
You couldn’t drop ill if you fell sick//
You put a 'beat me' sign on your back just so you could get kicks//
You're so thick, you couldn’t keystlye good if you had total free-dome (freedom)//
in theis war im saddam heusein(so damn insane)and u aint even a peace(piece) of my game//
now let me set these niggas straight before yo lies start daunting my fame//
shit i wont diss ya "jackass" i go mtv style and dismiss ya//
my spits gonna destroy tha site and u tha reason i wont re-member(like signup)//
Like gas, diesel (these ill) punches are going to kill ya'//
Every time I HIT you, it's going straight to the top of the charts//
You’re a lazy lyricists, we haven't seen anything good sofa (so far)//
u dun melt in tha mouth or tha hand//
u aint fire,sorry these lyrics just flow from mah hand/
ike anerexic whores reformed--ya odds to win are "slim to nun"/
wit a twisted tounge i send his lungs a sentence punch that bends his guts till he "throws up mulitple shots" like he "binged on guns"/
u r wack --i bold the truth! ur spits more confusin than votin in a florida booth//(that big contoverseary fo votin fo pres)
engrave a cancer within yo face in a manner it mimmics and change his bones forcibly//
throw a punch to bend and torque his teeth from gums and let the "f*ckin blood run" like a menstrational orgy//
now wut u doin here, u belong at holla front cuz u iz yella// holla-front.com is jins site and its FuLLL of azns.