Hehaha, SHYT man y you gots to cuss huh, I bet yall ain't drop a line worth shyt without cussin... HECK I'll take all you groupies on, ALL OF YALL JUMP THIS, COME ONE COME ALL, I CHALLENGE YALL TO RUN AT ME, WITHOUT A CUSS WORD, 1 CUSS WORD AND SHYT IS VOID, Y'HEARD BUSTAZ. Now i'ma get back to work, believe I don't bluff, since my tag and sig is riding on this shyt!




watch yoself!

*now The Champ's Verse!* - Hail The Great V33b5tar*****
 

Yeah, i know, i run heavy extensive shifts and the boss just ain't catchin me battling in a snippy, heck no way! It's Sat. but my word's strong, and I never back down from no war pssshhh, let alone this sucka battle, but since takin all yall out would only count as one battle anyways, I'm run it down one at a time, startin wit the first victim, Big Mama Maze.... And since my comeback wasn't timely, I'll spot you a comeback verse whenever you want to drop, so yo first shot verse ain't gotta book.....



"LIL' PEPE, YO TIME'S OVA" SHYYYTTT!!! YO DID I LIE, TOLD YA!/
V stepped into R.B. thinkin it was R.ehabilitation for the B.i-polar/
When this retard, Big Maze, stepped up lookin like sorta/
Coked out Dumberer, wit his tongue iced to pole bar, on a hand stand with his 3 inch reverse strapped through my mic holda/
FOOL! This RAP GURU highest of high rollaz/
DRAG()N KISS V3N()M darts through flute, float the mic cord nigh shoulda-high choke ya like Live COBRA/
Assure yo kinder-crew never die olda!/
Where yo open puns actually match yo face, clown, blown up on Open Mike Bullard!/
After putting his all out, raised Simons brow up, but he be like, "'SOOO WHAT'!... VYPA's Colda, ya 'BIG LOSER', but hey nice ta know ya"!
Peep this equation: Balls-Point Blunt Trauma + Maze's Prostate = peepee hurtin/
Come so hard on this bytch, ill sound thrust got him moanin like he be virgin/
peepee gogglin, 'cause his ass in the park playin bench monkeys, blowin Peewee Herman!/ Please... he see V??? SHERMED OUT!!!/
"Big Maze"??? OOOOHHH, AHAHAHA! Shyt yoself Big Mama, sounds like that can spray from a purse/
Yo soft ass likes to flip, but can't take when it hurts/
Rather catch the NFL, cause yo back door plan gets the skirt/
Plus yo last line of defense, Pastor Maze, be that from behind the altar stand prayer at church/
Get lost in yo own Rat Maze, hamster race, fairy Jerk!/
Damn, man, place yo own fate under Curse/ and tamper wit ancient scroll sacred WORDS/ str8 from the Sanctum of the SAVIA of the Earth/
By touching my HOLISTIC-LAMB-BLEDED Signatua/
Best get yo own exorcist to man yo cramped hand shaded charicatua/
Watch yo roster get the best down-handed like Rick Carlisle/
I'll line up the rest of these groupie pancees takin turns to gang bang ya, "HAKUNA MATATA"!/
Bless you, but say "CHRIST" again and RED-ATTACK on yo Kiddy Klutz Klan, DEFACED STIGMATA!!!!/
COME SECOND YESHU'DUNZARAE!



WHAT FAGGOT! CRY HOME TO YO MAMA< YOU DONE ASHED UP! THIS NEWBIE WAS JUST A STEPPIN STONE FOR MY 1-0 RECORD!



Y'AIN"T KNO? REALIZE V33B5TAR V3(3)N()M THA X-G.O.T. SARGEANT 5-STAR***** PH3N()M JUST MERKED YA!