Ghetto Cripple Vs. Whiskey
 

Aiight.

10-20 lines.
30 minutes.
I spit first.
Good luck, man.

forget my private message, lets do this, you spite first and that will be better, 30 minute is good

Ayo.

The only thing about you that's bouncin' dawg, are your cheques.
You winnin' this is a distant dream, like da last time you had sex.
I'ma make you eat and fuckin' choke on your song's text.
A reflex... reaction to your shit. Gettin' me vexed.
You got all the time you need to pick the words you're gonna use.
Still you'll make this shit like 8-ball, you'll be missin' all your cues,
You're gonna lose, don't snooze, lyrically I will abuse,
I have issues with makin' bitches outta the fuckin' likes of you.
I'ma burn so hot I'll be congeling you're fuckin' flow.
You'll be askin' yourself later, "Where'd my punchlines go?"
I'm gonna make this shit a white-out, sixteen inches of fuckin' snow.
Ghetto cripple, you're out to lunch if you even think that you'll K.O.
I'ma a slice you up and send you home in multiple packages.
Just for fun I'll lable each one with a fresh insulting adjective.
Here's your severed hand wrapped up in bloody bandages.
You can't grip the mic now! You see my fuckin' happiness?
I'll let you get to spittin' now, sit back and watch you blurt it
and stumble through each and every bar like you're uncertain.
Look at you. Steppin' up to the mic like it's worth it.
Like Street Fighter 2, I'm gonna end this bitch Perfect.

Gl. Pz.

scratches, thats all your leavin' me with, im'a hit you with classics///
cause whats betta than kid spittin battery acid//
you wanna battle me you gonna get smashed kid//
you need the luck of the irish and black magic///
shit look who you battlin' against///
ghetto cripple just ran over a faggot bitch//

you wanna battle me//
i bleed with raw beef//
i dont need mosses to split the seas//
you try to out spit me//
might as well kiss my feet//
bow down to the cripple majesty//
you battlin' a god , you spit blasphemy//

you battlin' me a seed of the x-generation//
you see 20 20 but hell i got x-ray vision///

another hard diss from me but always havin respect, thanks for the battle.

yo, good battle man.

uppin for votes. drop a vote here and if i think i know what i'm talkin' about i'll hit you back (like it says in the sig ;)) pz.

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QUICKPUNCH VS swampsouljah707

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okay very weak battle.Ghetto,ur flow was badly off.And ur punches were very weak.U need elevating.Your lines were very simple as well.Whisky,ur's was not all that good either.But stiil better than ghetto.

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this was a weak battle
whiskey u had aight structure and flow where as ghetto ures was way off in this battle. however ure punuches i thought were slightly better than whiskeys and i thought that whiskey tried to hard and dragged his shit out too much
short and sweet equals ure opponents defeat...lmfao

Vote - ghetto

return tha favour playas
my links are in my sig.

and make sure ure votes are a little explained
none of this

"OH yeah i vote for him cuz his spit was sick!"

i think whiskey took this he was more complex and had a better flow.Ghetto was all over the place.

Whiskey=6/10
Ghetto=4/10