Oh yeah, This Should Be Good....

20 Lines....Due Friday....

No Crew/Hater/D-R Votes

No Biting/Recycling/Feeding......

Ummmmm, Blah, I Think That's It.....

Oh Yeah, Check In Before You Post...

No Beef, Just A Friendly Battle.....


*[Size=0.1]Checkin In[/size]...*

*throws towel out the window*





*checks in...*


Won't need it...



*walks away*


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No one spittin?
WHAT THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE............................ .................................................. .................................................. ..

.......Hello Avv......We Finally Meet??? Intersting............Spark!


I'm Rippin You To Shreads, Flippin This Thread.....Bag The Movement//
My Punches Are Like Drunk Kids To Bushes, You Just Land Right Into It//

Your Not Touchin Me.....Please Belive SyNiKaL Is Better Than You//
Av Just Another Ordinary Avvy.....Only Images, Who Would Have Knew?//
I'm Knockin Your Squad Bitch, And Merking Your Queen//
Then I'm Taking Av Out 1 On 1...And I'll Be Hurting You Phiend//

What Happened Av, Your The Leader Of Your Crew, An Got Merked By Mind Theory//
I Thought The Head Of Crew Was Best......Nah Maybe My Mind's Weery//
Beef Wit Me Or My Crew Watch The Macs Bring Fear//
Your Crew Only Consists Of Fags And Queers//
Fuck M.S......I'll Burn The Jersey......Let The Flames Engrave Your Face//
With My Initials.....Stenciled In Your Dome.....How Do i proceed To behave This Way?//
AIMed At Your Brain, I Send Instant Messages To Your Head//
Pop Your Top Like Fizzled Rocks......2 More Seconds....Bam! Your Dead//
Deader Than Rotted Carcus......You Mean To Tell Me You Plotted All this Bitch?//
You Crack head......Bad For Lungs....Here's Some Rotted Tar To Sniff//
When I Deliver My Punches......I Meet Your Spine With The "Quills"//
Cut Off The Front Of His Foot....Now He Has To Wear Shoes With Long Soles......Showed Up This Time With High Heels//

Finisher:
"I'm Awake Now" "Fuckin Ya Career's Up" Now Is A Hobby//
Your Gonna Scream More Than "Owww" When you See The Remains Of U Left After COntact With The Shotty//



Blah, keyed....


I'll Get This Reopened...