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Tweety vs High Class
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20-30 Lines No Crew Votes No Recycling No Biting No hate votes Fully explain votes Vote on all aspects No feeding (Taking idea) Topic-Live and let die Minimum posts to vote: 300 Check in by: 07-27-05 at 12:49 AM Must drop verse in 7200 minutes after check in. |
High Class has ACCEPTED this battle on 07-27-05 12:21 AM.
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Tweety has ACCEPTED this battle on 07-27-05 12:21 AM.
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Aight Tweety, im checkin in... G/L hope the best wins...
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Chea..I checked in.......Chea I'm out See your verse next-week Monday.
Let the best topical writer Win..Chea |
Aye Tweety, I dont know if you gon be mad at me or not... But I just got back from the beach, and I aint had no time to write my shit. Tommorow I got football practice and some family business to handle after wards until about 4... Would you mind extending it to maybe 10 or 11 tommorow night... im sorry, you know I aint ganna lie to you or anything like that. I would really appriciate it if you did that... hit me back
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It's Impossible...Once the time is set...It can't be extended...Sorry. :( Shit I didnt even write my shit...FUCK! *Quick keys* |
She recieved Lust and Passion but Yet inside her there was a present Her Lover like an Ghost with a heart attatch, was surprisingly absent Begged for careness and prayer from her guardian angels, but flew away. Her Life now was pale as the moon. Without water on a flower, her .................................................. ..............Life was getting deader everyday. .......She felt like she was bound in a tight spot in the abyss of darkness With No chance of brightness,and Love Fluid from god seemed so dryness Like Everybody's fingers has been cut off in her life there's no helping hand Walls closing in on her. Road of life she walks on are rough ............................Messages from god are not being sent..She was being canned The Gift from god has Wiggled, moved, kicked, brung pain in her stomach Screaming to the top of her Lungs, Straining so hard. The pain harder it struck Breathe Breathe the doctor says, awaiting for this Lil angel to come out With the agony pain, hands gribbling the handle bars..Then theres was a shout With sleepy Eyes, she wakes up with the loud sound Her head Pounds. Has her hands full, without her lover around Like Feeding a baby with a bottle, her life right now sucks Like over-Flowing a beautiful flower with water, will this be enough? Can she handle the heat, will she be able to defeat this fate event Desperateky trying to keep her head above the water .................................................. .......Can she break the cement? She goes down with just a tap of bubble appearing on the surface How could she reach, with those small fingers and legs that's hopeless She walks away without a sound. Feeling ashamed of what she done Live but left it to die without screaming nor bringing down tears .................................................. .........Under the water she's flatten |
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