Lil C vs Bizzy
 

Battle Rules:

UNLIMITED Lines
No Crew Votes
No Recycling
No Biting

Minimum posts to vote: 20

Check in by: 12-05-04 at 01:05 PM

Must drop verse in 4320 minutes after check in.

Bizzy has ACCEPTED this battle on 12-02-04 01:07 PM.

Lil C has ACCEPTED this battle on 12-02-04 01:12 PM.

uppin for ya verse.....................................

Bizzy... are you retarded? Don't you know you provokin tha hardest?/
You tryna diss but you still on Quentins Dick, you known as the Choke Artist//
get bitch smacked on tracks regardless if you spittin on bars/
fuckin with Lil C will, leave ya mug wrapped in plastic like piston guards//
splittin ya jaw, ya pride's meant to be broken like laws/
You a fake detroit thug rapper thinkin' he raw?//
Nahh, you outta place like D-cup bras on flat-chested broads/
let's go... Skee-Lo retired, why ya disses comin Too Short?//
Bizzy tha fag type to mistake Daisy Dukes for dude's shorts/
Get smoked and hooked and thrown off a New-Port//
Your chances of bein hard are the same as seein a Muslim chew-pork/
it aint happenin... clappin'em, smackin'em, literally Blowin his mind//
Your act need work, you thinkin comebacks from the unemployed line/
alone and confined, trap you behind bars, arrange lines and puts Bizzy on death row//
dig in ya chest slow... Why you insistin you ill but only sick with a cold/
another CD that flopped, you need to stick to crip walkin in Wreckage’s basement//
you know im sick with it, every time i spit you hope it's contagious/
face-it, dis BLOOD will turn you from bad-boy to altar boy, so you'll be seen in the same way that Mase is//
I aint stoppin you callin me a fake Game/
But your crew is what Jay-z would call LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME

. I'm a class act, ya soft as flap jacks that's about to catch a back slap/
so face facts jack, only time ya smooth is when u get ya back waxed//
U poppin shit like ya got the skillz for stoppin Quentin, when it's obvious/
I've concocted spits that'll have u loosin ya head like Iraqi hostages//
I rhyme wit violence, try me and I'll cause destruction like massive-riots/
rap-wit-niceness, while ya shits harder to stay on than the atkins-diet//
so sit back, I spit syntax so quick fast it'll give ya bitch ass whip lash/
Your disses are soiled stuff, so just get that shit outta here like a toilet flush//
vicious as a savage rot, think u beatin me u smokin that magic rock/
cuz my fists equipped to smash this jock like a battlebot, hatchin plots//
...have ya ass get robbed then roll past ya block, wearing YOUR hat n watch/
have smooth smacked sliced slashed n shot, broken like a Magnavox//
n laugh at dude's pain, beat his ass just for being black on a Tuesday/
when I spit it's doomsday, my punchlines get the job done like a Nextel 2-way//

posted my verse in da wrong place but oooo well.....uppin 4 urs

Lil C assumes he's HEAVEN-SENT, now dats' a TRUE-EMBELISH-MENT
The Resuwrek-tion never happened cuz my scripts TEACH and re-write the NEW-TESTAMENT/
Start CONFESSIN-IT, I'll step in Lil C's face and start CURSIN'-IN-IT
THe "Violent Type fanclub" don't exist unless your da' only PERSON-IN-IT!/
(ADMIT IT); You guys are like a HEATHEN LEGION givin' PERVERTED-VERSIONS-OF-SERMONS/
I'll STAPLE-these-unSTABLE-TRICKZ to a CRUCI-FIX and disABLE-this-STUPID-KLICK
Ya'll get STRANGLED wit' CABLES-n-MANGLED till' I see PUKE-n-SPIT/
Until Lil C's DICK is SHOOTIN'-PISS stops gettin rhymes from "SPITS-FOR(fer)-RENT"

beat change
Kyd's voice sounds like he needs a BETTER-SINUS-PILL
RESIGN-AT-WILL; Youre the missing MEMBER of CYPRESS-HILL!/
Kyd + SiMpLE StEEZ = bizz (-) MINUS-SKILL
I'LL-DESIGN-A-KILL to destroy this Kyd's (kid's) SPINE-n-GRILL/
And if StEEZ REPORTS us to COURT da' jury would only FIND-me-*ILL*/
My MIND-IS-FILLED with vexin' text so whos da NEXT-TA'-BURY?
Kyd claims hes audio, but types more than a SEC-RETARY/
Fukk metas and multi's; I don't care what this SONG-IS-SCORING
So Change your crew name to "Airport" cuz your "lines" are LONG-n-BORING/
lil c'S VITALS PLUMMIT when "he ." COME-WIT' THROTTLES-ROARIN'
I'm SNORIN while STUTTER's POURIN' more shots than ALONZO-MOURNING/
What comes off my tounge is "SICKER" COMPARED TO THESE-ROOKIES
Even if they prePARED-to-EAT HAIRY-MEAT from DECEASED-OBESE-PUSSIES/
PLEASE! I RIP-GUYZ dat' SPIT-LIES (besides) dis' B*TCH-CRIES for DICK-RIDES
What comes off my tongue is "da SH*T" so I when I part my LIPS I SPIT-FLIES/
I SLIT-EYES WIDE (4.U.2.see): yo' STLYE IS COMPILED-OF-NOTHIN
So when you lose you better just say that you KEYSTLYED-OR-SOMETHIN...

Bizzy... are you retarded? Don't you know you provokin tha hardest?/
You tryna diss but you still on Quentins Dick, you known as the Choke Artist//
get bitch smacked on tracks regardless if you spittin on bars/
fuckin with Lil C will, leave ya mug wrapped in plastic like piston guards//
splittin ya jaw, ya pride's meant to be broken like laws/
You a fake detroit thug rapper thinkin' he raw?//
Nahh, you outta place like D-cup bras on flat-chested broads/
let's go... Skee-Lo retired, why ya disses comin Too Short?//
Bizzy tha fag type to mistake Daisy Dukes for dude's shorts/
Get smoked and hooked and thrown off a New-Port//
Your chances of bein hard are the same as seein a Muslim chew-pork/
it aint happenin... clappin'em, smackin'em, literally Blowin his mind//
Your act need work, you thinkin comebacks from the unemployed line/
alone and confined, trap you behind bars, arrange lines and puts Bizzy on death row//
dig in ya chest slow... Why you insistin you ill but only sick with a cold/
another CD that flopped, you need to stick to crip walkin in Wreckage’s basement//
you know im sick with it, every time i spit you hope it's contagious/
face-it, dis BLOOD will turn you from bad-boy to altar boy, so you'll be seen in the same way that Mase is//
I aint stoppin you callin me a fake Game/
But your crew is what Jay-z would call LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAME

. I'm a class act, ya soft as flap jacks that's about to catch a back slap/
so face facts jack, only time ya smooth is when u get ya back waxed//
U poppin shit like ya got the skillz for stoppin Quentin, when it's obvious/
I've concocted spits that'll have u loosin ya head like Iraqi hostages//
I rhyme wit violence, try me and I'll cause destruction like massive-riots/
rap-wit-niceness, while ya shits harder to stay on than the atkins-diet//
so sit back, I spit syntax so quick fast it'll give ya bitch ass whip lash/
Your disses are soiled stuff, so just get that shit outta here like a toilet flush//
vicious as a savage rot, think u beatin me u smokin that magic rock/
cuz my fists equipped to smash this jock like a battlebot, hatchin plots//
...have ya ass get robbed then roll past ya block, wearing YOUR hat n watch/
have smooth smacked sliced slashed n shot, broken like a Magnavox//
n laugh at dude's pain, beat his ass just for being black on a Tuesday/
when I spit it's doomsday, my punchlines get the job done like a Nextel 2-way//

omg i dunno i hate dis shit, dont have to do dis shit on my otha sites...SOMEONE fuckin delete ONE of 'em 4 me

dumassssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss ss newb

This was feedback posted for Bizzy
 

lol.........Close Battle But Bizz Dayum Them Punch's!...*Hot*...Think You Clinched This.

ok 4 ur info im a fuckin girl!!!!!..........................

so do that mean you suck dick.....................

uppinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.............................. ...

uppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppin............... .........