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CRACKER vs. Lil Dallas
15-20 lines, no crew votes,
hate votes, or d/r, 50 post for voter, explained shit, do ya thing boy |
here it is
nigga you can ask anyone, my rhymes are like pooring rain in clear weather// your rhymes remind me of lamb and tunafish - they just dont go together// hooked up on a respirater my lyrics is what make hip hop stay alive, a terrorist cuz battling me is like a suicide bomber you cant survive//im gonna tell you this for your own benifit your shit is dope as hell especially when you wrote 90 percent of it, what you need to do is practice on your freestlye or you'll come up missin like snoop dogs police file//im like a hornet with pms coming out of a bee hive, i'll sting you faster than the blink of an eye then you'll forget your alive//stop pretendin like u could defeat me cuz you know thats insane, beating me is impossible like superman stopping a frieght train// nigga this is a slaughter house and imma slice you up into lil pieces, spread you with peanut butter and chocolate and eat you like a reeses// im like a quarterback on steroids, i'll fumble ya, i'll throw you off a high building, now you have acrophobia// niggas all across the world know my name, CRACKER, i'll bust into yo life and fuck it up like a hacker// you try to think out ways to bring me down, u cant even do it with a gun, you can sit there for days and try to figure out my weakness, i have none//
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I heard that shit bout snoop dog's police file b4 on a record, but I don't know where so it ain't bitin.
verse yo this battle is embarrasin to the rap game// like Vince Carter shootin 3 pointas, this shit is a shame// yo rhymes is like ice in the furnace - useless, they don't exist// fed you exlax, you still ain't shit// dumped you in hot wax you still ain't smooth// went back and perpetuated the Funk-a-Delic wit Snoop and you still can't groove// ooh, Verbally abused, find the doctor this kid has been ripped, smoked, and dusted// wit the power Tyson had b4 he went to jail and got that ass busted// fuck this, fuck this whole rhyme, fuck this whole battle// I'm ridin this nigga like his name was cracker saddle// and the only thing I'm crackin is this fuckin whip// watchin this nigga run and bleed from eryhole on his body, includin them pussy lips// got you out on a limb// he catchin the worst of me cuz I got the best of him// wit this sniper rifle, I become the lyrical desciple to pac and biggy// this nigga comin up missin like Shandra Levy// rifle loaded aimin my best, in my long line of success// this shot will put you down as the nigga found wit no chest, my bad, I forgot bitches had brest// too much fuckin around wit ya momma// don't pretend you ain't know, I saw yo hand twitchin in yo daddy's pajamas// |
the battles was aight, cracker had weak punches, one or two were aight, but lil dallas had a much harder punches, both flos were aight, but lil dallas took it, its obvious.
yo rhymes is like ice in the furnace - useless, they don't exist// fed you exlax, you still ain't shit// rifle loaded aimin my best, in my long line of success// this shot will put you down as the nigga found wit no chest, my bad, I forgot bitches had brest// hah funny stuff vote:lil dallas |
1-0 uppin
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uppin 4 voterz
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sorry dude but shotta's vote dont work, 50 votes needed to vote
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tru that, sorry shotta, I had already established the rules. Gotta keep shit fair, no dissrespect, 0-0 uppin
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uppin 4 votes
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yo
lil d you said i stole my lyrics from some record but i didnt, i dont steal ANY of my lyrics from ANYWHERE! (no beef)
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on the best part i'm not quoting...i dont think either one of you two deserve to have your words quoted...take this how you wanna....
lil lesson: be interesting through out ya rhyme which niether one of you did...punches is the whole purpose of a battle...and you people think you have punches when really all you spittin is explainations...take it how you wanna.... now i only read maybe the first five or six bars on this battle and to say if you peeps are serious bout this i-net battle shit then get some practice in....take it how you wanna... |
man I'm lookin for votes
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vote!
can any of you people please vote
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Yo ima go wity Lil' Dallas on dis one had better wordplay, nice flow wuz jus feelin' it better....yo if ya wana tight battle I leave ya'll witcha pants down wonderin na mean.....
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