To all the fake bitches...
 

Yo, you can't cope with the heat, no hopes to compete
Thinkin' you dope, but you weak with that wack flow that you speak
Wrap a rope around ya throat and choke you til you can't breathe
You a joke, I'm serious, you need experience in this rap scene
So what does that mean? (Uh) You rep a wack team.
I crack G's when the gats squeeze
Blow your brains on ya back seat, Now that's beef
I fight a foe with a microphone, and at last we meet
So fuck a rap and a beat, don't you see, I gotta gun
The police chose not to run, So I'll shoot cops for fun
I'm the toxic one, I bring death
Straight to ya motha fuckin' room, soon as I wring ya neck
You aint seen me yet, I'll be there sharp on the dot
In the parkin' lot, ready to fuckin' spark the pot
Dark or not, Daylight, I say and paint tight art off the top
bitch, you won't break me, My styles hard as a rock
I'll be in your yard with a glock, ready to shoot
The techniques is steady with proof that we the deadliest group
Pain is only weakness when leaving the body
And you could die from a flesh wound recieved from the shotty
So I guess pain is just truly, more than it seems
I deal it, to make you feel it, we even war in your dreams

i'm eroding the soil, that gotcha probing for oil
you struck dirt, ya lucks worth-less and tha globes-in-turmoil
it's utter chaos, "ok boss - i'll drill through his knees"
ain't no tellin' when elevation should fil-ter his frees
cuz i bring subjects that matter and as a matter of fact
i got talent and sense and you sense the latter's intact
the ladder is cracked, and y'all fallin' offa the rungs
carbon copy, tryin' to stop me's like sayin Hoffa was Hung

i throw more changeups than Randy, deranged is what my clan be
it's pathetic when my text-gets explained to understand me
i'm over your head, face it it's over - your dead
lacin' the basic with basting and then the doberman's fed (WOAH)
i'm turnin' clovers to red, it's-tha-midst-of genocide
paintin' walls with faintly calls of those who wish they never tried
i'm foldin' what's gold-and-untold-into the boldest of statements
you phonies ain't get stoned unless i throw bolders to face bitch

def soem hott shyt i was feelin it from start to finish but yo can u hit up dees battles in my sig...good drop....

ok uppin

Yeah it was a nice one...I'll give you credit....that's probably the best shit you written in your life. really good job. but anyway I'll guest i'll have to be a special guest in the A.I. anthem

ok what ever need some opinion

it was gangsta keep up da good work shawtie & i like ur style & dat pictura u got on ur joint wit da whyte boy gettin knock da fucc out fa sho

not that bad

ok bring the responses

honestly one of the hottest open mics i have seen in a while the wordplay on this was crazy the multis was off the chain everything flowed hott ass piece...u got mad skill phat...would like to see more from you...cuz this was jus sik...definately a nominee for next months open mic ~!1!~

ur multis was mad hot the whole verse was dope actually, u got skills.

u working wit dat lyrical fire dat most on wit dey had but don't so keep up da dope rhymes & i like da pic of dat whyte boi gettin knocked da fucc out playa yeah

uppin

Dogg what u doin now hold on to dat. u got mad talent u keep spitten like that aint none gonna be able to see you that shit was tight.

uppin

lmfao you wrote all that i dont thi0nk alot of people will read it all