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Space -v- Starrboy
THE RULES:
15-20 lines 1st to 5 win,3-0=KO no feedin/bitin no crew/hate/dick r. votes try an drop within the hours...thanks |
starrboy...
15-20 lines....7-10 barz.. let me start boy- u jus a 'star' in my limitless space// remember this in 'space' no law, no need to bak my blood stain trace// ima send u to a silent place....chek it..... look at ya crew pic in ya avi-tryna act all savvi-but ur face covered in masks// tru-dat..space a chemist-he kno how to groove a flask-an move on past-so fast-wit nuclear-spittin-gas// bitch-ur trash-the Garbage men deciding to go on strike-sika pikin ur verses up night afta night// u flo-like a broken kite-u couldnt rap 'fresh' wit reynolds rapped' tight-dyke-sike-transvestite// feel my wrath-i come image' attached-i cant be matched-u light but dim wit-no insight-fist-but no will ta fight// I'm of to much hieght-u jus a midget in my world lookin for summin ripe-to-bit...but its my world..no paper-jus mic's// i lay u out like a centerfold-out in bak-a jacuzie-suprise u like a trench-coat an a-uzi-// u push an shove but u can't move-me, u come wit liquid spit but i toss at u blood thik, cus im flo 7-to-11 like a hush puppy' smoothie// dawg...u from a state-a cheese, please, i pardon ur ill-attemtp to battle me// understandible-u only be 15-notha newbie teen-ima take it easy an jus remove ya spleen// no-need-u spinless wit what u bring any-ways, only votes u get be from foul' DR' play// what can i say i Wisc-right-On-U-son...cow-bells an all wont save u from ya verse-a-stray// nada butta notha young exec-tryna front newbs but u ran into a secret vet// dun turn a ep-lictpic fit-face it..u came ill-equipped an lost ya bet// i dun 'clipped' u like a generic version of da 'lakers'// sik o-dese cow herdin rap-starr wanna-be nada but fakers//... |
yo kid, never in ya life, you were never a winer //
the only thing you ever did good was servin my diner // if hip-hop was a religion you would be a siner // you would be burned 2 your ash, like a pest, sent 2 your final rest // this battle is like a test, you either win or you lose, get a bullit tru ya vest, str8 into ya chest // a wanna be gangsta like you, I take you down like I'm fuckin Eliot Nest // cuz my rhymes humiliate you more then a sarge screamin "give me your best!" // your whole life is a lie, like those Britny Spears nude fakes // you are so uterly lost like a car with no brakes // you must be blind if you can't see that your verses are soft like cakes // your flow is 2 slow, punches 2 weak, n rhymes 2 ordinery // if you want 2 defeat me, you better bring artilery // cuz I'm a STARR, I kill all in my way, like a fucking war machinery // cuz my rhymes can be so sharp like a sword-of-stell, strike you str8 into ya heart n end your free-will // destroin your interior organs, givin you wounds that can't be heal // 2 survive that is so imposible, like Pamela's tits bein real // but I'll never give you part of my skill, no mather what ya ofer me, we'll never have a deall // fuck you, If I ever want somthin from you, I'll blast you, I'm not kidin // it's good that you spit 1st cuz your wack raps are nuthin but feedin // 4 that you gonna get shot like 50 but you ain't be fucin brethin... // |
last line u actually named the rapper u bit that line off
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it means u are gonna get shoot like 50 time
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no it doesnt....lol...uppin
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lets go people need some votes
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Starrboy, rhymes and good punches, gets my vote.....................good spit by space though
Vote = Starrboy |
thats cute starrboy-drop a vote on deciet an end his battle for himso u can gain a cheap vote-its ok...i guess i can deal witta 5-1 vic....a vic's a vic- but watch it..cus i got an eye on ur lil trix..
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yo great battle u 2// very very close/ starrboy had good flow and punches but so did space// starrboy's was throughout easier 2 read// space's in my opinion was good in some parts then wacked in otherz// so starr gets my vote//
vote=starrboy// |
fuck i voted for the best one and he vote for the best one so stop being a fucking cry baby
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i aint crying...im jus stating pure...biting eveidence in ur last line and pure dik riding evidance from your last vote-
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o what are u getting mad its ok and what do u have to say about Restricted vote was that one cheap to
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come on people need votes
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i no it's harsh n all but after reading this line space gets my vote
'the only thing you ever did good was servin my diner //' space verse was tite overall compared wit starrboy even tho his was...but that line was the wakest line i ever seen... vote-space(NO BEEF) |
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