THUGZY vs murda-gram
 

20 bars
no bullshit
no bitin
no crew shit
just hardcore murda type shit holla

aight,safe g,checkin in,verse due in 60 mins yer,am gonna key summet shortly!!

aight then nigga shit whenever u ready u spit first i aint going no where

aight,am gona key summet nah,gimme 15 mins!!

this guy aint a murdera,bitch ya cant be serious/
only time ya flowin heavy,is when ya up on ya period/
this is critical,am a crush u,ma rhymes are subliminal/
ya like the next vanilla ice,cnt put together two syllables/
we got another newbie,throwin threats,its kinda like a reflection/
they keep usin,an usin,its like a crackhead injection/
ma verse hit ya,split ya,merk ya,an break ya jaw/
u be in chi-town general,sippin ya meal through a straw/
ma rhymes connect at each side,hit ya like the twin towers/
bring ya crashin down,ya fallin like seattle showers/
a spit bars tht leave ya shook,look,ya stutterin when ya talk/
fuck around,an watch ya body get outlined in chalk/
wen ya spit,ya shits cold,ya sendin out a frozen warnin/
ma shits so hot,its startin to fuck wiv global warmin/
ur shits weighin in at grams,i av them scales hittin kilos/
ya rhymes whack,mine flow like they was spitted on a ski slope/
only time ya murda,is when u on the net jackin 4 rhymes/
searchin site by site,copyin 1 verse at a time/
ill disperse the name killa gram,throw it back of the coroner van/
u be gone in a minute,poof,vanished like a hologram/

ooo shit time to fight//
hit u ten times before u hit the ground yea that fast i know right//
step to me how could when u just a rookie//
ii'mm the fuckin king go have some milk and cookies//
better get some shit for dem pimples on yo face //
like lead on a paper i flip ma pencil u get erased//
dis nigga say i'm biting rhymes //
dis the same nigga when gurl left him for his own brother he start crying //
u like george bush in iraqi or the president of enron //
i'm a road side bomb got u sayin why did we capture saddum //
maybe once u was the teacher//
but now i'm here get the fuck out u can't even sit in the bleachers//
nigga u aint shit but a one hit wonda //
that tank that ran u ova who u think was tha gunner //
and i dont need drive bys i walk right to yo porch put the gun to yo head and pull the trigger //
have yo azz hidin in the basement thinkin this was rap city and u was big tigga //

nice verse g,uppin this shit,tight battle,dont sleep on it............................

yo shit was cool to dawg shit lets let the voters decide know wat i mean

uppin this......again......................

Aight Kid Shit Keep Spittin I Guess Mugs On Dum Shit Not Votin

damn,uppin.................mans sleepin on battles so much nah,sites slippin,drop some fuckin votes....pleaaaaaaassssssseee!

punches: thugzy m-g urs didnt connect but thugzy alot of urs r played
personals.: none
multis:none
metas:m-g
overall thugzy: by a lil

vote thugzy

return tha favor

uppin this..............................................

Punches: Thugzy
Personals: neither
Structure: Thugzy
Flow: Thugzy
Original: neither
Meta: neither

Thugzy took this vote, though I really didn't like either verse.