Dyce vs Mr. Spits
 

20 lines max,
no bs stuff

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im battlin someone on anotha site i be back lata im just here checkin my crew shit holla

opener
i walk in hi yall whats let me kill this cat real quick
here i go
i leave you cold ya lyriks stand still,
you couldnt give birth to new rhymes if you werent on the pill//
my lyriks cold they make dicks frozen,(didnt mean to get sick)
your girl wouldnt want dat bitch if ya had extensions sown in//
i write dez lyriks like a magikal pencil,
i break your rhymes apart at da hingez your rhymes to brittle//
when i murder niggaz i like to do it brutal,
da crakle of da flame will you sittin in shakels watchin you scream our feelins are mutual//
i drink your ass like lemonade from lipton brisk,
people wouldnt listen to you if you were on a compact disc//
you wouldnt be hot if you were an electric blanket,
no one would shoot for you in basket ball if you wer da fuckin basket//
you couldnt beat me if three computers with screen names were in your buget,
battle ya self for a record but i aint you so fuck it//
this kid elementary big words arent a habbit,
this mans still a kid cant see over tha counter fuckin midget//

sorry i got writers block but its aight

Call me a member of ya crew cuz I'm predicting victory,
I'ma roll you're verse up and puff on it like a blunt laced with hickory/
a crew full of nobodies, watch your credentials get flushed,
you panicked when I accepted your challenge, "I got writers block".... nah its rushed/
crush you with a vegence, I got you on mail order like Eastbay,
gobble your shit up like it's a desert, but it's jus spoiled cheesecake/
you from the heart of this game but what game are you playin,
I reread your verse and I still don't understand what you sayin/
prayin for mercy ain't gone relieve the beating I deliver,
shiver in your shoes because the wordplay makes you quiver/

Merk you and erk you to a point that unearths you,
hurt you and work you to a form that rebirths you/
I got punches for lunch smunchin any lines you think crunches,
gather your crew into bunches and ruff you up with somethin pungent/
forget it, I win it, your verse just got iced in a minute,
you spit it and missed it, cuz as a target I'm too quick to diminish/

uppin on votes

well pair-a-dyce had good multis at the end but i say spit took this wun even though his flow was choppy the elements were better as in wordplay etc. and the line i was most feelin from him was::
i write dez lyriks like a magikal pencil,
i break your rhymes apart at da hingez your rhymes to brittle//

lines i was feelin from Dyce::

you from the heart of this game but what game are you playin,
I reread your verse and I still don't understand what you sayin/

and

Call me a member of ya crew cuz I'm predicting victory,
I'ma roll you're verse up and puff on it like a blunt laced with hickory/

vote=spit

yeah aight 1-0 me still uppin

lol, quotes four of my lines but I get no luv?

whatever uppin..

can we get some votees

come on yall can we get some votes

yo spit i have to admit ive seen better pair i just wasnt feelin ure punches as much ima have to go with spit on this

Vote= Spit nice drop though pair

damn im mad it erased my post numbers thats fucked up lol

2-0 me

uppin on dat last vote

can i get dis las vote please

my vote is Pair-A-Dyce.
I felt his flow more than spits.
But spit your flow was tight to but to me Dyce had more punch lines.
But my favorite punchline from spit is.....

"i drink your ass like lemonade from lipton brisk,
people wouldnt listen to you if you were on a compact disc//"

2-1 you in the posts
2-1 me in the polls