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lilSmokey VS 9mm
~Rules~
1.no crew 2.no hate 3.no dickridin 4.15 lines 5.u spit first |
yo check in den drop yo shit
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fucked it up
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checked in with this kid ta heat up this battle only to tell you ya cant win /
spit the inferno words that physical damage ya body by meltin ya skin / decrease ya vocab from 20 words to ten, rip out ya vocal cords and choke you till ya die / this verse is not a lie- the way i put the cross hairs on ya heart and stick a needle in your eye / inject the venomous visions ta blur ya sights / more deadlier than my pit dawg- i do more than bite / ya fight to your last breath so i snatch ya lungs / conflicting more damage than you ever expected / im like the unholy ghost that always becomes reserected / carve away your torso with my gauge, show my blades / close in on this cat like he was claustrophobic in many ways / shit on this kid with every line i write / so i'll end ya life quick- tell god i was polite / holla |
where did you go dog?
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iight i'm herre give me like 10 min
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what u add subtracts like backwards mathematics//
I treat rap like gymnastics, backflip over wack shit// ya lack wits to matchmy lyrical tactics wit this miraculous cats spits// sorry to get graphic but suck my fat dick down to the last drips// dig a grave for ya flow with this fantastic classic// ya shit couldn’t spring back ta life if it had an elastic casket// i aint perceivin a reason for you to remain breathin// the shit u conceivin aint even brain teasin let alone pleasin// ya been deceived if ya believe there’s relief for the pain I induce// the ruthless truths I produce scoop dukes right out they boots// the rapture captures cats who rap casually and makes ‘em casualties// spit lyrical ballistics turn y’all to tragic statistics and tallied fatalities// sounds like ya copped a gown cap plaque and degree at Wack Rapper Academy// prolly got a contract and salary to be on the staff faculty// ya class is cancelled lesson plan dismantled when I fly off the handle I’m spittin flames like roman candles// plus I’m exposin scandals like toes in sandals tell the world ya gray matters just a frozen mantel// iight uppin 4 votes |
uppin 4 votes
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uppin 4 votes
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smokey
checked in with this kid ta heat up this battle only to tell you ya cant win / spit the inferno words that physical damage ya body by meltin ya skin / -not throwin punches decrease ya vocab from 20 words to ten, rip out ya vocal cords and choke you till ya die / this verse is not a lie- the way i put the cross hairs on ya heart and stick a needle in your eye / -a needle in his eye...???..lackin punches inject the venomous visions ta blur ya sights / more deadlier than my pit dawg- i do more than bite / -more deadlier..pitiful grammer ya fight to your last breath so i snatch ya lungs / conflicting more damage than you ever expected / im like the unholy ghost that always becomes reserected / -lungs dont rhyme wit nuttin..flow is choppy carve away your torso with my gauge, show my blades / close in on this cat like he was claustrophobic in many ways / -not a great punch shit on this kid with every line i write / so i'll end ya life quick- tell god i was polite / wheres the punch 9 milli what u add subtracts like backwards mathematics// I treat rap like gymnastics, backflip over wack shit// -not a good open ya lack wits to matchmy lyrical tactics wit this miraculous cats spits// sorry to get graphic but suck my fat dick down to the last drips// -ur dick is drips..??..u didnt word this right dig a grave for ya flow with this fantastic classic// ya shit couldn’t spring back ta life if it had an elastic casket// --??? i aint perceivin a reason for you to remain breathin// the shit u conceivin aint even brain teasin let alone pleasin// -PUNCH HIM..PLEASE ya been deceived if ya believe there’s relief for the pain I induce// the ruthless truths I produce scoop dukes right out they boots// -WTF IS U TALKIN ABOUT the rapture captures cats who rap casually and makes ‘em casualties// spit lyrical ballistics turn y’all to tragic statistics and tallied fatalities// -casually cassualities?? sounds like ya copped a gown cap plaque and degree at Wack Rapper Academy// prolly got a contract and salary to be on the staff faculty// -good setup..weak punch ya class is cancelled lesson plan dismantled when I fly off the handle I’m spittin flames like roman candles// plus I’m exposin scandals like toes in sandals tell the world ya gray matters just a frozen mantel// --not great closer vote--9 milli for throwin a punch..and his flow n wordplay was on |
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^w0rd..... vote 9mili hit this up wit an honest vote.....i ned 1 mo vote to win.................. http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=66592 |
i vote 4 fuckin 9mill even tho i cant yet. yo he killed that opther kid. the other kds shit was wack as hell
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make sure ya'll poll vote
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