Intrin Sic vs. Lil Dallas
 

This is the rematch,
you decide who goes first since you won,
10-15 bars,
no crew votes, hates, or d/r,

checkin in

I'll drop first this time. Checking in.

yo dont forget your battleleague battle
 

this goes to both of you

lildallas #1emcee killed you and you were scared to hit back come on cuz try to get at that nigga

The rematch:

This is a mismatch.. I'm a leave LilDallas reachin for the escape hatch
So get back - leavin you more bloody than a Tyson and Lewis rematch
Don't Mess With Texas.. but I'm given Dallas hits to the solar plexus
So face facts.. my lines attack the way I'm given your shit the axe
I flip tracks - break backs - I get paid.. cause killing you is under contract
Positively charged the way my shit attracts.. bring it pure my verse is nonfat
Flip the switch to bury this cat - full of fat.. so much filler I can't see though it
Relax with that.. fuck rappin, sucken mad dick is what Lil D excels at
I'm given this cat anxiety attacks.. the way I reply to his battle requests
Leavin him distressed - this is no contest the way I demand success
Lil D is the Damsel in Distress.. I got you pressed like an incline bench
Fuck chess - this is no mind-game the way I'm leavin yo ass in shame
But all the same: pussy and Lil D match so well it's like they're one in the same

Good luck.

*edited to remove 2 quotes*

yo, that wus a tight verse, but u might wanna take out the ""

Ok. I took 'em out. Only 2 of them. :)

yo i get at you, lata, I'm busy right now. Don't worry I ain't duckin.

verse 2

This is verse 2 and it only gets worse for you... I take ya style, innovate and improve... don't mess wit Tex is right... we spit real down there, down for tha fight... I say 15 bars and you write a song full of fillas... then you got nerve to say you the illest... got you goin down like flight 187... i killed you first time but you so soft niggas banned you from heaven... my win is evident... like rodney king, the beating IS the evidence... my flow takes presidence over the existence of whack emcees like you... don't even need a verse I could beat yo whack shit wit my shoe... like silk say it ain't my fault you on the flat line... I ain't tell you to spit some bitch rhymes... and you ain't neva' had pussy so stop lian. (lying)

uppin 4 voterz

uppin

damn, peeps don't sleep

Chill. Give 'em a bit. :)

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