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Yungheadwrecka vs Meters
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5 - win No crew/hate/dickriding/ votes 10-15 lines 1 hour to post Ight ill spit first |
Hold no grudge, not even a judge can bring a verdict/
Because the way you lose a match jus comes together perfect/ No contest with slow context in motion, i spit grammar a skool teacher couldn't correct/ It's like lyrically "cuffin-your-ventricles" cuz I'm puttin you in "cardiac-arrest"/ At your rate you battlin me is like you "surpassin'-dracula", it's simply a "miss-stake"/ Like gas prices over America, my rhymes ain't bout to de-flate/ Burstin wit words, fuck meters, with my verse I create a diversion/ The only way you rhyme clean is if you spit those "unwanted-lines" through detergent/ Surgeon General's warning says it's OK to "smoke" ya competition/ Choppin game up so much it's like makin' "incisions" in my opposition/ My rhymes are far too astute and shrewd for your mind to be able to compute/ Dissolve ya bars through amonia and hydro-chloric chemical solute/ This nigga battled restricted and he lost 5 to 1/ I bet u sucked some niggas dick for that nigga to say u won/ |
Drop ya verse meters .................................................. ......................................
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goooooooooooooooo dawg . .
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Damn Nigga DROP YOUR FUCKING VERSE................ Im not gonna post again cuz u got about 20 more minutes and ur out so we will see
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good verse Yung. I'll hit this up when Meters posts if he does. I wanna see this battle. Should be hot
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Meters bakes Yung's cracked clay on a tray of dissaray/
Until he breaks the mold and admits that he lacks the skills to fairly enter the fray/ Google search: Clever wordplay, now it's time for his prewrite/ 'Finishing my verse in a minute doesn't arouse suspicion, right?'/ YungHeadWrecka negates the difficulty of the opposition/ What would he do if he lost his prewite, not write a verse at all and just listen?/ He types from the laptop in his closet I assume/ Because the last contact he had with poon is when he exited the womb/ His immense skills are inate maybe, because he was a premature baby/ God was playing a game with Lucifer called 'create the personification of scabies'/ Even if i was on an island your punches couldn't touch my style/ While i'm launching tomahawks, all you've got is a miss-isle/ Your structure cums out like a flow of conscious stream,/ While mine erupts with the power of a thousand geisers screamin' 'wet dream!', Your battle record is two times loss, five times reign sup-reme/ It's a good thing that you have dick riding friends who don't mind getting their asses reamed/ I'm sure that death could improve your position at rapbattles.com/ Because you're already a dummy for n00bs to WRECK their cherries on without a condom donned/ My rhymes are my spawn, and two attack, one named de-feat, the other purg-atory/ Because once i've purged the board of you, you'll grovel at my feet and declare my glory/ YungHeadWrecka should think thrice before he responds because he ain't gonna smoke this herb/ I don't want his mind to be blurred before he hears the final word, the best he could do was third/ |
Sorry, i didn't know you were going to post so damn quickly! I thought you were taking an hour too but you posted in two minutes.
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Thats 22 lines u needa cut it up some then ppl can vote .
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Alright, hold on........
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Thanx playa at least u play by da rules but nice verse............................................. .................................
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Meters bakes Yung's cracked clay on a tray of dissaray/
Until he breaks the mold and admits that he lacks the skills to fairly enter the fray/ Google search: Clever wordplay, now it's time for his prewrite/ 'Finishing my verse in a minute doesn't arouse suspicion, right?'/ Even if i was on an island your punches couldn't touch my style/ While i'm launching tomahawks, all you've got is a miss-isle/ Your structure cums out like a flow of conscious stream,/ While mine erupts with the power of a thousand geisers screamin' 'wet dream!'/ Your battle record is two times loss, five times reign sup-reme/ It's a good thing that you have dick riding friends who don't mind getting their asses reamed/ My rhymes are my spawn, and two attack, one named de-feat, the other purg-atory/ Because once i've purged the board of you, you'll grovel at my feet and declare my glory/ YungHeadWrecka should think thrice before he responds because he ain't gonna smoke this herb/ I don't want his mind to be blurred before he hears the final word, the best he could do was third/ |
There we go dawg, it was painful but we're now at 14.
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u 2 .
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Yungs shit was a bit more clever
Vote Yung . |
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