how eva many lines ya want
verses dus sumtime tonite
i'll spit forst
no crew or hater votes

this motherfucker is actin like a goddam bitch
he fucks his mom cuz its the only pussy he can get
he say he gon hurt us. "I'ma cut ya motherfuckin balls off!"
DING DONG! this bitch is dead, i put 13 shots in his motherfuckin
head. talk shit, but ain't never do shit. the fuckin
tinman got mo brains than him. squeaky voiced ho ain't
even gone through puberty yet. what the fuck was he
thinkin comin after me? needs to pay closer fuckin
attention. he was a bedwetter till the age of 10, livin off pension and buyin his clothes from the salvation army. i don't know what
it would be like to grow up sad, cuz i know my motherfuckin
dad. ain't shit he can do or say to phaze me. keep fuckin
around, i'll rub my shit in ya face, you wanna fight me?
FIGHT ME! i'll drop ya in the grass just like i did ya mamas
bitch ass. don't make me resort to drastic measures. after
i blast ya, wrap ya ass in plastic, and make ya death
look like a fuckin classic.
when he caught his bitch suckin my dick,
he slapped her back to jurassic cuz he knew his
lil'prick wasn't doin shit.

i'll dismanle ya vesre before u even spit it//
have ya whole comp locked up cuz ya bout ta get shitted//
its common that new comers speak foolish for attention//
gossip about bricks and weight that he aint even benchin//
holla at dis white boy and you got serious stress,
cause thats when the streets get involved and you get seriously checked//
u lost so need an escort ta help ya//
be prepared cuz dese punch linez gone welt u//
color aint shit,being real my nigga dis ghetto white boy is nice//
look at me niggaz...see how my punch lines burnin his life //
fuck ya block and everything you yappin about//
this heat im holdin will burn tha wave grease off of ya scalp//
i dunno y im still spittin i won wit da first bar//
truss me son u aint leavin dis battle wit out scarz//
im a street vet//
blast awesome tecs//
respect or feel penetration that'll leave you wet,
KILLA,im nothin new so back up or loose years to ya life//
or get blown wit chrome like niggas that shoot dice ......//

that wasnt my best...i keyed it

aight yo uppin fo votes
.................................................. .................................................. .....

i know this one sux, i'm half asleep...fuck!

i'll take ya ass out for you can
pop tha nine, yo gun can't
fuck wit mine. bitch you can't spit
you sound like brad pitt.
bodyguards ain't worth shit. if you
was a man you wouldn't need one.
bitch better hope ya don't get
shot sayin nigga, fuckin wigga.
talk shit bout me again, i'll pull dis trigga.
putcha cards on tha table, and i'll
leave ya disabled. rip ya spine out
line by line. this fuckin rap battle
gon' be mine.

the verse was wack and then the second was wacker.since you new you shouldn't be battling son.holla up to champs when you get hair on your balls.my vote=ghettowhiteboy2
vote for this battle me vs meta 5 .you cant come newrapper.you still a newbie.lolhttp://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?postid=416529#post416529

FUCK YOU



---------------------------------------
slob on my knob like
corn on tha cob, check
and do ya job

yo champ...can u like, ummm... vote in tha polls maybe? yea that might help
.................................................. .................................................. .....

can't. says that i ain't posted enough shit to vote


------------------------------------------------
slob on my knob
like corn on the cob, check
in with me and do ya job

i got one word for newrapper's verse, wack!!!!

well maybe not dat wack but it was maddddd elementary, like u need more complexity

and ghettowhiteboy's verse was way betta than his anyway

vote=whiteboy

vote on my battle wit lewey05

i wasnt even fuckin tryin, i keyed that shit
.................................................. .................................................. ....

thatakeova, no one gives a fuck what you think


-----------------------------------------------------------
slob on my knob like corn on tha
cob, check in with me and
do ya job

killin, some people do it for money,
bitch i do it for fun. next to mine yo gun is
a runt (fuckin cunt)
fuck with me and you start the hunt
like elmer lookin for bugs (i'm huntin faggots)
shit, you musta been fucked up on drugs if you
thought you could putta slug in me. this bitch
don't sell drugs, he sells his kisses and hugs
so he can get his asshole dug. he needs
viagra like bob dole just to get his dick
to fit in the right hole
playin cops and robbers (this is a stick up!)
now watch me pull a gat out and fuck ya
whole clique up. i gotchu scared
like macauly caulkin in home alone. actin stupid
thats two to ya dome. i'm out smokin that fine weed by
the pack, you in ya bedroom gettin fucked in the asscrack.


gimme some points on how to make my shit better

well first of all yo first verse was tha one for tha battle, not tha otha 2 stupid lil shits.herrrres sum tips. it would help if u rhymed, u need more werdplay, lines need ta be longa, u really need sum work on your punch lines.

my fault whiteboy for freepostin in ya battle but this cat really needs to shut the fuck up...........i dont kno y u so mad cause i didnt vote for u???ya shit sucked and ghetto beat u, fair and square, so shut the fuck up aight, and lilem is gonna merk ya ass anyway

and i got some tips on how to make ya shit betta:
stop spittin altogether