W2 Quil-$pit [0-1] VS West [0-1]
 

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Yo i don't think crew membaz should have to battle other crew membaz,i think this should be declared a void battle or a draw coz i don't think we want to battle each other.

PEACE

Sorry West I Know Your My Boy n all but i gotta drop against you!!!

aight look:-

Wiky WHAH wicety WHAH Wicety Wild Wild West, < dis da Nigga wid da Breasts//
I'm tha nigga dat iz blessed, comin down hard like a fuckin' treasure chest//
Spillin out cash from the stitches in my vest, rippin open wide feedin mouths of the rest//
Givin you shit that is easy to digest, so when i spit my shit its like a mountain on a fuckin birds nest//
Time to put this chicken to the test, i'll just count 3 - 2 - 1 coz this is no contest//

I got more Lyrics than the Pope has years, so im'a lyricly perfom artificial fears//
an i'll lay you on yer ass an reduce you to tears, i'll hit you harder in the stomoch than a 40ounce of beer//
i whisper so loud its hard for you to hear, an so fuckin destructive you wont wanna come near//
Your at the highest point of your career, but you've lost control of your game an you can't steer//
you crash into a wall with a dick up your rear, screamin like a girl like the rest of the queers//

i'm like a cat with nine lives, bouncein on bee hives//
with nine reasons to kill nine wives with nine blunt knives//
you pull nine dick rides puttin cocks in your mouth an performin nine dick slides//
my nine hits high, like Bin Laden in a 747 hittin nine high rise// RIP
your drowin in nine high tides, gettin your skin dyed like Michael Jackson swimmin in proxide//




Not too Harsh he's boy...