d.j em sce vs furoshis
 

aight look we bof new to the site so imma make dis simple

no hate
no bittin
10/20 lines

may da best man win

aight who wanna go first
but i think imma go first because i might have to go

aight fa sho man yeah do let da best man win..........

but i just read my other battle man he was garbage
i hope your mo of a comp.

chit you know homie ....hurry up do wit this ne wone aight

either yo rymes are obselete or yo computer has glitches,
cuz yo rymes such mo than some cumn guzzlin bitches,
even if you sold ya soul to the devil you would still have no richies,
cuz i own dis bussiness,
and can put ya whole crew on strike cuz they cant handle my pitches,
cuz i aint nuffin nice and i got high endurance like if i were old spice, i crush m.cs wit no beats or a no mic in my hand,
i crush all ya fonys like alluminum cans,
i spit dis shit that be for showly mean just so you can remember me,
then i'll chop off yo head wit a gillotine put it on a treadmill just to jug yo memory.see to win these battles all you need is commonsense,
if gate stealin aint yo hobbie its coo if you take afence,
but i didnt mean to kill you in dis battle so id like to make amence

i cant even think of anything else so imma just stop here

i have feelin this is fitna be a good battle
may the best man win

wat the hell is chit and wat does that mean the thing that you said above

i mean thurry up and do this on aight and chit = shi*

aight hurry up cuz i mite have to be leavin aight

cumn on i did mine in 10 mins so you need to hurry up

well im bout to eat some tacos so i'll be rite back

yo man that was kinda fast so im guessin its prewritten//
i neva run outa gas so you betta catch the saliva i be spitten//
im a just wokin up vampire thirsty for blood...n u just have bean bitten// <--(beaten)
well i can tell you lost like the kittens who had misplaced they mittens//
yo you a pussy liek all dem otha cats//
i thought i told you to get off rap battles in a pm but i guess you couldnt even handle that//
well im here to let you know that B***CHes like u get walked on like mats//
n whats this you talkin bout pitches..that the kinda crap that gets niggas like you beat by my bat needin over 29 stitches//
i know your nervous over there scratchin your head cuz it itches//
you like an eye witness who runs to the police then snitches//
n you prolly just sobbin there all scared n stiff//
well thas good cuz your rhymes wouldnt be droppin even if they fell of of a cliff//