Dyce vs Mr. Spits
 

20 lines max,
no bs stuff

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im checkin in
im battlin someone on anotha site i be back lata im just here checkin my crew shit holla

opener
i walk in hi yall whats let me kill this cat real quick
here i go
i leave you cold ya lyriks stand still,
you couldnt give birth to new rhymes if you werent on the pill//
my lyriks cold they make dicks frozen,(didnt mean to get sick)
your girl wouldnt want dat bitch if ya had extensions sown in//
i write dez lyriks like a magikal pencil,
i break your rhymes apart at da hingez your rhymes to brittle//
when i murder niggaz i like to do it brutal,
da crakle of da flame will you sittin in shakels watchin you scream our feelins are mutual//
i drink your ass like lemonade from lipton brisk,
people wouldnt listen to you if you were on a compact disc//
you wouldnt be hot if you were an electric blanket,
no one would shoot for you in basket ball if you wer da fuckin basket//
you couldnt beat me if three computers with screen names were in your buget,
battle ya self for a record but i aint you so fuck it//
this kid elementary big words arent a habbit,
this mans still a kid cant see over tha counter fuckin midget//

sorry i got writers block but its aight

Call me a member of ya crew cuz I'm predicting victory,
I'ma roll you're verse up and puff on it like a blunt laced with hickory/
a crew full of nobodies, watch your credentials get flushed,
you panicked when I accepted your challenge, "I got writers block".... nah its rushed/
crush you with a vegence, I got you on mail order like Eastbay,
gobble your shit up like it's a desert, but it's jus spoiled cheesecake/
you from the heart of this game but what game are you playin,
I reread your verse and I still don't understand what you sayin/
prayin for mercy ain't gone relieve the beating I deliver,
shiver in your shoes because the wordplay makes you quiver/

Merk you and erk you to a point that unearths you,
hurt you and work you to a form that rebirths you/
I got punches for lunch smunchin any lines you think crunches,
gather your crew into bunches and ruff you up with somethin pungent/
forget it, I win it, your verse just got iced in a minute,
you spit it and missed it, cuz as a target I'm too quick to diminish/

uppin on votes

well pair-a-dyce had good multis at the end but i say spit took this wun even though his flow was choppy the elements were better as in wordplay etc. and the line i was most feelin from him was::
i write dez lyriks like a magikal pencil,
i break your rhymes apart at da hingez your rhymes to brittle//

lines i was feelin from Dyce::

you from the heart of this game but what game are you playin,
I reread your verse and I still don't understand what you sayin/

and

Call me a member of ya crew cuz I'm predicting victory,
I'ma roll you're verse up and puff on it like a blunt laced with hickory/

vote=spit

yeah aight 1-0 me still uppin

lol, quotes four of my lines but I get no luv?

whatever uppin..

can we get some votees

come on yall can we get some votes

yo spit i have to admit ive seen better pair i just wasnt feelin ure punches as much ima have to go with spit on this

Vote= Spit nice drop though pair

damn im mad it erased my post numbers thats fucked up lol

2-0 me

uppin on dat last vote

can i get dis las vote please