My rhyme flows fire n coal,I strike mic they explode
To shatter this fake 'rapper' mold,so when the drama unfolds,i aim for your dome
Spittin lyrical hollows outta verbal chrome
Playin the fake rapstars game,blazin you between goggles when i unload
Personal foul,i shut D.Liver.E down,one hit, you outta bounds
You got no 'balls' callin for 'time-out', I lay ya ass down
Claimin you 'rappin' when you simply hoggin,u not 'scoring'
U turning over when i take-away yours, u point-less often
Come with caution,or leave in a coffin...or leave coughin
Cuz if i spit sick shit your way,you will be leavin nauseous
I'ma evil person, but not like nazi-germans, but with perfect verses
Cuz when I concentrate on your 'camp',my blaze bursts will bake a herb bitch
I'm tying the hands of time with a rhyme,so I can seize the moment
Spittin offensive lines,breakin the line of defense,when i face this weak opponent
Don't call out my name cuz I put you into silent, you know I'm violent
Special delivery for this so named gangsta, you sayin your the wanksta
But I pop you up with my glock, so I don't have to write around the clock
I bring you into shock when I show you my rhymes
Cuz you never saw so gud bars, lets say this is over with my 20 lines
You'll never thought you cold lose this battle, I put you down with my rattle

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Wathup Bitches ready for my spit

Wins: Lust (5-1)
Bettws (5-0)
Rappin' Master (5-1)
Baz187 (5-0)
Young 5 Mic(s) (5-3)
Losses: Timeless (DQ for being in 4 battles at a time)
Bonez1000(DQ for being in 4 battles at a time)