.Enigmatic vs. Blunt_MC.
 

Here we go... 30 line max. 3 straight votes is a k.o., or first to 5. No dick ridin' votes, no crew votes, blah, blah, and all that bullshit...

.Hotness.
 

Damn Blunt_MC, what took so long, it's about time you address me//
I must have ya shook, I can't think of another reason why you’d neglect me//
I guess ‘cuz I’m ya rival you try an threaten me, but what’s the fuckin’ point, it ain’t like u can get to me//
It's been like damn near 2 days since I dissed you//
And you just now gonna respond with soft shit I can easily rip through//
Not only are you weak, you a bitch too, you lucky we on the net ‘cuz if we were on the fuckin’ streets I would kill you, if beefin’ was the issue//
Roach ass nigga I’ll step on ya with my sneaker and squish you//
Fuck all the B.S to get through, I'd appreciate it if we could just skip to the part where I murder ya ass and leave you to mildew//
Rest in peace, little bitch dude//
Fuck you and ya coalition, y’all nothin’ more than a collective body of ho's and bitches who wish you was as tight as this nigga E is//
The method in which I compose my lyrics, my flow is wicked, any nigga that goes against E, is confronted with smokin 50's, getting’ blown to tidbits//
I imagine your verse, no talent, I see nothing//
I ain’t a gangster?, come to my hood, show you I don’t be bluffin’//
If my gat see somethin’, It be pumpin…//
Clips.. Ya knees keep jumpin’//
Trying to dodge my gat bullet//
You a thug? The trigga, guarantee you wont have the sack to pull it//
I get respect, I’m known for beef//
Break ya neck, sittin’ on my throne of the street//
Fuck u.. for real, that’s my statement//
After me on the street there will be no replacement//
Kidnap you and ya family, dump the bodies in ya grandma’s basement//
Rhymes so ill, they sicker than a cancer patient//
But if you think I’m fronting, then come at me//
No pussy here, in front of ya crew I will stand, see…//
Gats where my hands be//
With none of my mans G//
Try to test me and see who will stand last//
You’re a dead cat when the gats blast//
Homie you ain’t got street smarts, and try not to spit please//
You spit with a fever?, I spit with a disease//
So for real, don’t call beef, ‘cause ya chances are slim//
Better start praying to God, fuck it… I'll send you to him//

I GOT MORE THAN 30 LINES, I COULDN'T STOP THE FLOW ONCE IT STARTED...

yea... I already set one up... but whatever...

enigmatic only because ya rhymes confuse the most brilliant minds.//
your most brilliant rhymes don't make any sence half the time.//
just brilliant lies, try'n ta act thugged out or gangsta.//
best duck down, I'm-a de-capitate-ya with rasors.//
even ya fans hate ya, nothin'll save ya, do ya-self a favor.//
take yer own life, 'cause if I'm the one given the task I'll make the pain last.//
it wont be quick-fast, you'll suffer for what'ch-ya did to that, little kid.//
fuckin' child molestin', buggerin' rapist, you can't escape this.//
lyrical warfare, just like how you stuck on welfare, goin' no-where.//
it's so rare to see this fake mc come up with anythin' worth a second glance.//
he's worthless, food stamps are his only paper stacks.//
like big-gay al, you a fag cravin' ass from the entire southpark cast.//
actually you do have somethin' in common with someone in main-stream rap.//
like "everlast" ya career'll never last, you already "washed" up.//
but ya lines is "dirty" at best, like it was the morning and your spits the bile I spit out.// (bites lines, and mornin' bile is nasty)
goin' thru my garbage and droppin' my scrap rhymes now, I clap nines pal.//
accapella
so you best ta shut-ya mouth, "fuck you"..(sound fx)CLICK,CLICK.. POP, now I'm still here and you peaced out.//(part of line in quotes is enigmatic)
see you in hell, we'll go another round... pussy.//
beat comes back
but for now, mu-fucker come an' try ta push me, I wont move B.//
it's like try'n ta talk to a move, you gettin' looked at like you was stupid.//
that's 'cause you-is, stupid, an' you is, foolish, just a tool in.//
this game, like a dice, you jus gettin' rolled, ya writtens on this site are just gettin' *scrolled.//(*not looked at)
you grown' cold know'n you grow'n old and know'n ya rhymes'll never unfold.//
if you ever did come out with a cd, it would never get sold,//
but you know when you see me, It'll be at no1 on billboard.//

25 lines.. give or take

.Hottest Joint.
 

That was a hot battle yo. Hey kid, much props on that... we tore the thread up yo... I liked this joint, let's see what the other peeps think.

trust.. It was pretty much keystyle.. 'cept a l'il edit in the accapella...

both pretty ill but blunt ur punches werent as hard and u started to lose towards the end (stronger finish and u'd a won it)
given this one to enigmatic

1-0 you... uppin'

.Stop Sleepin'.
 

Come on y'all, don't sleep on this battle... Hot shit right here.

WE NEED VOTES....... I'll return the favour... just stop sleepin' on this shit....

ma vote goes to blunt i was feelin his more...in my opinion his punches were more clear and i think they were harder...but good battle both keep it up...holla bak 1

poll vote-blunt mc

1-1 uppin...

You kids are pretty wack... *shakes head* I can't battle light weights or middle weights... damn... I gotta go straight to the top... fuckin punks...


















Oh by the way... don't take this as an ego trip... I really am that good...



and...


I wouldn't open my mouth to speak... if I were you...

fuck you

I know ya homosex ass would like to... but... please... refrain from the flirting... calm ya nerves and go... don't set yourself up for a loss...



fuckin kids these days...







look at the references junior... than think if you want to open ya mouth...