Rules:
10 Lines min – 30 lines max
Check in: Thursday
Verses by: Saturday

Voting is all done by poll now!

Good Luck

CHeckin izzin... Good Idea with the poll. Makes the shit more official.

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checkin in...almost forgot all bout signin up................................................ .................................................. ...........................................

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Robbarado

chek it.....

sorry ta hafta cleave ya apart mista robarado//
spray venomouse juice inta ya throat untill da blood follows//
bubble fizzle up, makin ya symptons cry out deliriouse//
tried an warn u: this ditch u dug be seriouse//
be da cat of da docta sues cus u were curiouse//
well nigga i aint no monkey owna wit a yellow hat//
ado' turn now....c nobody got ya bak//
look to ya left, black..look to ya right black//
numbness from ya scrotumn startin to feed in to ya sack//
wack!/get off my battle track/nigga word for word cant hak/try.... plan an attack//
i flow higher levels on dope, coke, inphatamine an crack: jack//

so jus remember when its ur turn to go, an yes it will come//
ya mathematicly wont stand a chance, ur mass wont even equall my sum//
matter added wit mass multiplied ta da lowest integer of ur girls ass//
nigga.. ur girls trailor park trash, ya still wouldnt metaphysicly pass//

a standard,... by which i judge a real rapper//
ya wouldnt pass level 1: "bithcitty beat tapper"//
not even sub 1: "mista busta cappa"//

its sad, so sad, how u can't elevate//
but nigga dont worry, it aint ya fault, its da mother fukin family trait//
raised by failures, become a failure//
who would u be ta break a chain so great//
your hole been dug since da ripe age of 8//
ur stone already layed out etched an ingraved//
"Robbarado da nigga that tryed ta fight a battle that could not be saved"//
brain mass incaved/poisonus fluid buy hour fortysix//
nigga cant wait ...jus 2 more an ull be layin beneath da earth's stix//

homey dun thought u heard.. rappin for artists not a wanna be bitch//
pimpin it hard, runnin yo corner, str8 outta threads: aerocrombie & fitch//
Before u come back an battle.. i request a microphine switch//
dun want ya tryin ta flo on too high of a frequency pitch//

next//....

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umm k its like 12pm eastern time saturday.....wheres ur verse? christ..i dropped mine an hour later after i checked in....how difficult is it to kepp up with things//really?

Yo man chill out 4 real. Its not that serious. U don't know whats goin on wit me so stay out of mine. I'll drop when I feel like it, and If I don't drop u win by a no show. WHats so hard to understand about that?

Check post, u're beggin 4 an ass whoopin, so here it comes, get speared to crumbs...
leave you with no fingers and two thumbs, numb, from your toes to ya ear drums...
Quit ya bitchin faggit, only hoes yell...
go to hell, but first learn to spell, you slow snail...
carson daily a tough rapper, man get outta town...
nino brown, make change of ya $2 ass, so sit it down, quit it now, you sick little clown, don't get hit with the bits of what I spit from the pound, you'll get whipped to the ground, then clapped in ya crown...
exquisite, raps revolve like newtonian physics, strait elipses, to ya lips till ya vision eclipses....
what is this, street figher 2, ryu you can die too, if you flex to win...
put ya family, under ground, so u'll be next to ken...
I'll leave you like a cracker, punched out and salty...
attempt to assault me, with mispelled words and no multis...
faulty, ass rap is the crap you spittin...
you'd make it sound bad, if it was bitten shakespear written...
phillies finest, kid I hope you're describin ya looks...
not them shit skid marks, you call lines in ya rhyme books...
Wait, ya philly's finest, but from silver springs MD...
you'd better call the MD, if you attempt to spar with me...
EMT and PD is what you'll need, to compete...
Cause I'll get u from local or long distance, the neighborhood complete...
ya wack Photoshop sig, you pirated from wal-mart...
you're not at all smart, a big head and small heart...
But size means nothing when I set my aim...
detatch you're brain from ya veins, crash the plane, in the last part of ya name...
I'll skullfuck you till I break your cranal cravity, you anal tragety...
uppercut you so high, you'll say, there aint no gravity...
I won this shit, easily smashin this vet...
with a gash in the chest, bulletholed face, like a basketball net...
you're status is off line, because ya rhyme is flat...
the way you lay, with me over you and a 9 to ya back...
unwind ya spine, and blow ya mind out of your hat grab an axe out the hatch, and begin my attack...
you fucking faggit, suck our dicks and continue to blow dome...
go home after bust down ya throat the size of a snow cone...

im glad u replied so late.....maybe next time u can bring ur game on time.....*1*///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

i have to be honest, both sucked.. robbardo had better flow.. but no punches.. were as carsonjet had no flow and generic disses.. text doesn;t exactly go on flow and i couldn't find many disses in robbardo's verse more liek bragging.. so vote carsonjet

ok i was feelin carson jet a little bit more.....Robbarado you were just way off man....


vote=Carson

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First off.....Carson u white? Cuz if u is....I dun no why u sayin "nigga".....but now the vote.............

I think both verses were weak......nothing enjoyable to read period....Robb's verse was talkin bout himself....with no punches at all.....carson had one or two mayb....

Vote - Carson

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tripp marx..i apreciate the voting...in response wit ya remark if i am white or not it shouldnt really make a difference...in my eyes we are all humans that are here to battle not discuss racial issues an what not....3-0 only 2-0 polls keep up the votes.

Good battle carson.

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Whats up with this 100 character minimum shit..?
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