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Voted For: Ice Pick
Kid It's an allure I'll blow down your doors with 2 44's blood galore/smash yo face wit my boot like I makin smore's 3/10 sweep u like choars/quit it man u really can't spit my quick bit If a man wit aids mad u eat his booboo u couldn't spit sick shit 4/10 blood splatter make u and my gun a family matter like Urkel smack u wit a accordian leave u purple and spinning in a circle 5/10 Like a belt I'll whoop ya ass like it's it's heart felt nice delt U screamin help/sick wita pick ona trick I'll make this ice melt 4/10 I'll have permently tryin duck my bars like u playin limbo Limp ho I'll hunt like the dude in da avatar window(his avy) 4/10 My Lines-rock-Cats who show up to battle wit No Weapons...Why-Combat? My "Glare" is Death, as I put "Knives to Vowels"...so you "Die from I-Contact" 8/10 Ya Rhymes Eye-Contacts, they can "Never Real-Eyes" my Skill-is-Tight Ya couldn't spit "Amen-Mints", if ya "Blessed Tic Tacs" or recited the "Bill-of-Rights" 6/10 I'm Built-to-Fight, my Weapons-Sentences, its all I Needed-to-End-This D --> rown this clown In Syrup, just so he could understand the Sweetness-of-Vengence 6/10 Logic Weaker-than-Lettuce, he aint Rippin'-Me, he coudnt have Presents if he Wrote-in-Christmas-Trees 5/10 Live up to your Name, Logic...Out of Breath already, Joggin' the opposite of the Road-to-Victory???ROFL!! What ever I Wrote-is-Infamy, ya can't get Near-It, my entire Verse-is-Fearless Put Logic in a Cognac Bottle, cuz all my Opposition evetually Turns-to-Spirits 6/10 I Compare this Herb-to-Beerpiss, he leaks with waccnes, smash ya Cabbage-Under-my-Feet My "Seven" Punches got Log-in-a "Daze", No Wonder ya "Week" of defeat... 6/10 came down 2 harder punches and better wordplay Logic u had an ok opening but kinda like u gave up after that Elevate Ice you a nice drop ya punches were kinda played but they hit harder than ya comp ya structure is horrible fix that Nuff Said |
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