I want the BUTCHA
 

Me and you man.

16 lines,

Ive got 2 battles at the moment but read 3 callouts is allowed, so....

And ive seen your quite a disrespectful person.

Up for it Bitcha?

imma remember u in my memory when i get back u get it too.

no win bitch

If im correct, your attempting to victimize me in a crude manner?

Male, I WILL MURK YOU.

You say you want butcher well I want butcher too/But I'm gone prove I want him more by getting past you
You claim to be murking niggas when you enter the booth/Well after I'm finished go see my nigga "THE TRUTH"/
You something like a roach when you see light you vamp/These lyrics are getting at you cause your eyes starting to cramp/
You carry a gun with no bullets just to itimidate/no wonder you didn't post where you from cause you ashamed of your state
You claim to be the sickest well you probably got aids/I'm sure your health departments no good but ours open at eight
You a fruity ass nigga that don't get no respect/Don't get no pussy so you forced to make yourself erect

weak shit
 

I'll spit dna in u but yall still 'nameless'
I'll give u a scope but these niggas still 'aimless'
So I
brang the guages if they too 'DUMB'' 2 bust BRAINS wit this LANGUAGE
Haters R lames
tryin 2 come par to par wit they half games
Nickname yall 'ATARI' yall sorry wit 'GRAPHIC violence' come'n all the same

u sure u wanna step niggas?

not 1 of u haters got the skills to top that so yall shit outta luck...

Ha ha ha, that was all wack! Big Maze? what you doing? and Mind Kontrol?? I wil slew you. Set the thread up. Lil' bitches

i aint settin up shit cuz big maze set his rhymes here, so u do the same... beat what i wrote then we'll see about battlin lame.

i aint gonna up game on u bitches if u can't beat that shit

aaaah you soft ball hoe i bring it like the depths of hell on u all yall haters yall shook, write some shit ian. why u hidin nigga?

i upped abit but 2 my full, lemme bomb u and show u u aint no challenge to me, u aint never comin back after i hit u wit this bomb.

pull the glock out my back pocket
and spray ya block
wit this shit I got from the black market
Im playin games listen
your garbage but im on a whole nother level
when I'm spittin them disses
call me the 'duece' the way I 'ace' a nigga like a 'black jack'
Intellectually bust his 'chess' aint no 'risk'
this 'joker' on crack
2 show on the scene
this nigga
isse obscene
I hold it down
he got his 'body weight' on 'fat'

When I connect with 'dope lines' I ain't talkin bout 'drug-addicts'
Sick flow you-lack-it, my punchlines-are-dramatic.
Now get-to-know, it's no-contest cos I shattered-your-rhymes
I-steadily-shine so your loss comes in just a matter-of-time
Don't have to smash you with 'barcodes' to say I 'beat-you-with-lines'
Should've pressed '2p into your head' to make you 'change-your-mind'
You're pathetic and weak, I'll rip-you-like-tissue and no one will-miss-you
Gunned MK without waving-a-pistol, bitch make-it-official.

And im not a 'nigger'.

Now set it up bitch.

don't fuck wit me

I havent come on the internet to cause beef with a stupid immature little cunt. Now finish what you started, you cant test my lyrics. Yours my friend, were poor.

if u aint a nigga what r u then? a white boy? Aight imma set this shit up u look like u good but u a hater so u gotta b weak.

set it up bitch

u dumb ass nigga dont U kno the rules man? Beat what i wrote first.

Mind Kontrol already lost his mind/ with rhymes that expired when Shakespeare died/ your style is past, fool I'm the present/ I'm burning holes in your chest with the mic tool as my weapon/ Call it a blessing, that I provided the light/ Atheist? You'll believe when I send you to Christ/ Ignorance, insignificant, talkin' guns and quick kills/ Circumcise with precision your rhymes, now spit real/ I'm new to this but compared to you I'm a veteran/ If instability were a disease, you'd bleed with infection/ I'm colossal, stompin' grounds like the prehistoric/ You seek like asylum but you still seem to keep on fallin'/ Like A keys, minus the piano/ chip your tooth with my wordplay destroy your enamel/ Now if we're talkin weapons can't forget the nuclear/ Compare hand models to explosives, now who's the fool here?/ Bin Laden asked me to lead his terrorism/ So when you see buildings fall, that's me on your television/ Basically kid, this is just a lesson/ Don't write rhymes if you aint got real weapons/

New? You? Chill...hater/ skill don't finish no wills/ yall real/ until niggas say my shit is ephameral like my guns don't kill/ I aint fake no matter the day of the week/ If Winter I warm streets/ like sunday 'preach' my niggas church/ bet I'll teach a sucka bout heat/ Learn that/ I teach 'zombies aint real'/ U aint fillin up shit like dentists U lye U sin against me U be like them/ cant 'operate below the chin'/ that means I'll blast and paralyze you even if U say gun talk's has been/ You sound like dumber than bush wit big words but 'thin' thoughts like 24 hours past 'bin laden'/

whatever cuzzin... i think u got me...for a hater ur smart...

if I was feelin my flow, u wouldn't of beat me...

yea u got me...shit...i gotta practice...

damn nigga lesson learned...im out

shit... i found out my problem of unstable raps is perminant until i get everything down... my skill is like on and off, hard to put my thoughts in, but tight verse jewelz word up.