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bowelle vrs TRIGGA
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hurry up and drop man
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checking in I drop my lines in the wrong area I'll paste it here .......................................
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my ryhmes are poetry that shit change lives/
why have a name like the matrix don't u know neo dies/ Im incredible like hipnotic and hen/ U bring out the hulk in me and the anger starting to begin/ Im the unforgiveable sin, the forseen rapture/ can't find osma cause his soul i have captured/ My ryhmes more sick then the bubonic plauque/ fuck a little rain I taliban your parade/ I got rounds that will peirce thru your vest/ on yall clowns i leave walk thru holes in your chest/ so at best, u know not to fuck wit the beast/ I leave your whole blood line on the of deseased/ i put front page of the new york times it reads "this nigga so sorry"/ have him whereing more masks then a masqureade party (mask-a-rade)/ |
fu triga this a war...
sorry to do this triga but you do this to me niga, hatin on my shit so i hate on u bitch..
Vote disqualified for Cheating. Don't do this again |
yo when trigga drops I will check it out but until then check up on this battle plz thnx.
http://community.rapbattles.com/showthread.php?t=127480 |
sorry i didn't think ya would drop here goes a quick one
its vital bowelle to your survival, to know that you need to stop rappen// burn ya body down to bones, and give the bird, to anybody that saw it happen// im snappen ya neck, so know that you cant get next to this unracial-creature// take a razor blade, made of rust and steel, and detach ya facial-features// you wanted to start-shit, but it was no use when i set fire to you cartlidge// drug you out into the middle of the woods, felt horney, so i fucked the carcus// its funny-bra- when i put on brass kunckles wit spikes to dummy-ya// laugh when i tie ya up, and rape ya mother right in front-of-ya// i spead-fast, who bleed-last, blast you for wearing a red-sash// tore the spine outta ya click, and got arrested for murdering an entire special ed-class// lift up ya baby daughters dress, its stress, when ever i open up ya chest// leave you in the middle of the forest with organs exposed, so the animals eat away at ya flesh// use a butter knife to cut-a-guy, there-you-lie, dont care-if-you-die// wrap a plastic bag around ya face to cut off all your air-supply// you fighten sin, dont try-to-win, cuz then we'll start to fight-again// i'll grab ya neck, and then inject, ya chest with liquid nitrogen// run a tube down to ya stomach, feed ya gas for you aint hurten-me// see you eat flaming hot cheetos, and then laugh as you burn internally// there a quick one sorry about that uppin for votes |
uppin for votes
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uppin for vote damn it
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sorry i didn't think ya would drop here goes a quick one
its vital bowelle to your survival, to know that you need to stop rappen// burn ya body down to bones, and give the bird, to anybody that saw it happen// im snappen ya neck, so know that you cant get next to this unracial-creature// take a razor blade, made of rust and steel, and detach ya facial-features// you wanted to start-shit, but it was no use when i set fire to you cartlidge// drug you out into the middle of the woods, felt horney, so i fucked the carcus// its funny-bra- when i put on brass kunckles wit spikes to dummy-ya// laugh when i tie ya up, and rape ya mother right in front-of-ya// i spead-fast, who bleed-last, blast you for wearing a red-sash// tore the spine outta ya click, and got arrested for murdering an entire special ed-class// lift up ya baby daughters dress, its stress, when ever i open up ya chest// leave you in the middle of the forest with organs exposed, so the animals eat away at ya flesh// use a butter knife to cut-a-guy, there-you-lie, dont care-if-you-die// wrap a plastic bag around ya face to cut off all your air-supply// you fighten sin, dont try-to-win, cuz then we'll start to fight-again// i'll grab ya neck, and then inject, ya chest with liquid nitrogen// run a tube down to ya stomach, feed ya gas for you aint hurten-me// see you eat flaming hot cheetos, and then laugh as you burn internally// ^^ THis is why u won...Bowl..started off by dissin himself, calling his battle verse POETRY..WTF Vote: Trigga 1 |
i think Trigga won this battle overall- better punches and flow
good stuff tho still Bowelle keep it up Vote:Trigga |
bowelle.........atleast attempted wordplay........punches could have delivered a lot harder........had a simple structure but sometimes stretched certain lines so that one would have a LOT more syllables than the other......it fucked up the flow......
Trigga.........showed a lot more experience.......punches hit a lot harder......some lines were kinda stretched.........used more complex flow like multies and stuff.....just all around had a better verse that was more creative and enjoyable to read Vote-Trigga |
uppi for vote plz
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Trigga Got This Man. You Had Betta Punches. Bow, Keep Tryin. Mabey Ull Be Good Enough To Beat Me. Key Word Maybe!!!
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aight well I think Trigga came better than Bowelle overall he
had much better punches, flow, vocab well he took this in every category actually....................... so my vote goes to: TRIGGA do a honest vote on my battles the links in my signature |
uppin for votes to finish this shit
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4-0 uppin for one more vote
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dam trigga ur mad dog, but I have to go with trigga for he has the crazier lyrics, with more personals more punches, and his closure ends all this shit so my vote goes to trigga. peace
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