RapVerse.com Community - Urban flows = Stretched

Im quick to start sh!t, my sick flows explodes with tragic spits from the lip,hit every target im the smartess that knows where his heart sits,you the inspecta gadget faggot gettin lost in the darkness//
The submission im hittin is placeing this victim in critical condition,no respect tear out ya neck an rip thru your vision,plz stop and listen!! Twisted frame and a body mamed, I maintain a insane reign and cause utter disdain for the mundane & plain// (1)

I'll blast you to ruins, like packs of druids, faster movement blast ya crew wit fastened new clips, watch ya body subtract its fluids, then laugh as i lap up ya acid-juices//
Puttin techs to preachers, warhammers collide to reck ya features, no test to reach ya, I can go from the blessed teacher to this wretched-creature// (2)

offendin' the hiphop community with your wack lyrics, like dispatched-spirits ill have blood leavin' your body in half-a-minute, with half-a-sentence your ass-is-finished enough with the fenzyness , You couldn't beat me if my name was tatooed on your penis//
Rippin yo body apart throwin cheap-change at a clock tryin to get to this battle at the Nick-of-time (nickel) I'm spittin-devilish-rhymes,I raced against your spinal-cord now I've left you Back-behind// (3)

Start to kick a lung until breathing reaches a minimum, his limbs get hung, Is slatine eminem or a sister'? cuz his chances of winnin are slim to nun//
Rippin' apart defenses, your remarks are wack and sparce at that with a can full of gasoline you still couldn't spark-this-match, your not an MC no need to pretend, since the computers your life i'll press CTRL, ALT, DELETE and end-it// (4)

ok, u wanna fuck with uf right?

tha only time this WOMAN could spit fire of tha top of her head is due to this serious miss-match//
this dude is lyricaly unstable, if i put a target on my rear he still couldnt hit back an still got tha assertiveness to diss kats// (5)

Flawless disses, liftin spirits re-arrangin perceptions., dismissin’ all misconceptions.. proto’ll begin |Crucifying Calm similar to his avy| when |Touchin’ deadly connections|.. !! (6)

Bold And Cold Mold My Rhymes Into Heaps of MC Killin Gold So Rich In Purity That Wack Lyriscists Like U Can't Ever Claim That You Stole/ (2 Hard?)
I Told Ya Not To Face Me And You Should Just Fold Strolled My Way To The Win Like Da Devil Confirming Ya Rap Soul Has Been Sold/(7)

Ya Resistance is Worthless Soul Less When I Finsh Ya, You'll Be 'Prayin To God' So I'll Leave Ya Hanged From The Bells of Churches/
No Need To Drop "Curses" Into My Verses The Only Way You'll 'Make Money' is To Steal From Old Ladies's ~Purses~/(8)

{{Bringin swift~precision, calm can't get in this~division cause there's more to rap than finger~tips~and~clickin, Now this bitch~resistin, his~position's~timid, gettin ate like when fat women visit~kitchens}}(9)

{{From actions~mocked to harrassin'~blocks proto'll double~yo~chore, prepare to be beaten further give~ya~more trouble~on~boards than parapalygic surfurs}}(10)
^^^^^^^^^^^^^Look how that mutha fucka cheated rofl.. rules wwere no wraparounds... thats mad wrapage nigga.. you can fit so much fucking content in a structure like that.. not really that fair mayne.. i think he gonna get Dq'd

Mine:
Like cemented Hands, this guy holds NO Competitive Ground..
hes Helium weight, Verse is Weighed in as negative pounds..
You must be kidding me.........Urban Flows is an OxyMoron..
Geting Bucked in ya nose...only time ya'll get ya flow on..
Ya lines smore stretched then elastic fighting rubberbands..
He Smacked his mom with a rock..................................
..........While screaming "Come Back To The Mother Land!"..
You sonn me?..........not when im punching ya "Lights" out..
you pussies aint "Cum-n" strait,like jerkin in a Dyke-house..
Dont try to say your not gay, its not nice to lie to us..
It's kind of hard for you to hide it, when even ya rhymin sucks..
His verse is like Oprah, Theres nothing but Stretch Marks..
His lines more played then kids in amusement parks..
This kid aitn shooting shit, His gun stays poppin Tracers..
Ima even aid ya case, sneezing sick on this Second placer..
you couldnt Phaze my spits if there were stages gone thru..
searching for your Description...But wack is all you apeal to..
^my quick key in my Urban flow site battle :)..