JSin \/ Black Ice \/ Spittin Quick
 

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no crew votes d/ridin votes
one of ya'll spit first

check in

everybody check in

checkin in

tell dat nigga to check in
he scared

hell yea he scared that nigga dont want to check in

lol...yep im scared...fuck that check in...and ill drop in a mintue...silly niggas

shit nigga u scared jus admit it spit that shit

Okay...Time 2 Drop...

First up black ice...merry x-mas nigga...

Aiyo...

I peeped ur shit...and almost threw up after I read it
Rhymes like a reggae’s head...dawg i dread it...
This no skill cat, wasting his time on the inter-net
Ur pussy, Im Ron Arrtest... son im in too tects
But cats like u, u musta thought i was some dumb rookie
Take ur bitch ass back 2 scout master 4 girls cookies...

dumb cat...didnt even wanna battle ur weak ass...

Quik...dawg much repsect i see ur on point so i gotta rasie the bar against u...

Quick quik gets his neck split, right after i crack his ribs
Wit swift shots 4rm 9glocks, ill send u 2 meet pac & big
Ur odds r big...just like u catchin an L, sign sealed 4 feature
Ur up against sin whose droppin more bombs than clumsy wide receivers
Believe the talk, im reason the gods’ll walk, 2 leave u sparked
While putting more tools 2 ur face than a broken watch...


There Whose Next...

Sin

upping...peep

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THAT WAS HOT!! ILL VOTE WHEN EVERY1 ELSES IS IN

what Cin...tell Logik i said holla @ me...and Im trying 2 get on that mixxtape of urs...Holla backk...

Aight look...

check it...1,2,3
yo

As far as Black Ice goes, i done finished him off//
And for you, Fake ass Jin, yo rhymes are to soft//
JSin gettin pounded by the profound surround sound of automatic gun rounds,ya dead by sun down, this ain't no fun clown, ya just a dumb fuck from a bum town, tried commiting suicide but was to dumb to drown//
-Ya get the buck now, wheres ya windpipe? That gettin stuck now, JSin like a retarded kid playing football, it appears you got a touch "down" (down syndrome)//
-Ya punchlines are like drunken paperboys, they just don't deliver. 'JSin the winner? that shit ain't happening like Hell goin thru winter, I rip wordz like fat asses do zippers//
-Are you a prostitute or chicken farmer? kid I seen the way you be raisin cocks, I'll leave ya frame in mangled knots, frame shakin like you was takin long pisses, JSin best punches are like lesbian weddings, cause they all misses//

aigh this shit gos ta spittin dowg
Jsin you brought it man nice verse
but Spittin had a lil betta flow good battle

y spittin hit me up for a battle man // if you can right now

oh fuck this a 3 way battle mybad lemms see who else spittin

but spittin quick hit me fr that battle tho