since you aint hott this loss will be easy-to-take your sleazy-Im-great//
and i'll leave spul like a etch-a-sketch cuz he's easy-to-shake// nice
all ur punches "far in distance" i see why this won't be a "close-bout"//
this kids' wack in text..only think vet about him is his fuckin post-count// nice nice
child protective services cant even stop me from killin-this-kid//
im a clumsy chef at barbeques cause i stay spillin-his-ribs// damn...
spul writin like a thug when he the opposite-of-a-criminal//
the only time you CLAP is when you sound-out-syllables//shit....hardest so far
bitch i'll get rid of you..cop a squat then shit-on-you//
break you up like intervals...cause kid-your-pitiful// nah.....
splatter your facial features and fuck you up in general//
damage : unpreventable... grill : left unpresentable// meh...nice vocab...
i'll pump-you-up...get used like a condom then i'll dump-you-slut//
people think you have acne the way i leave you wit lumps-and-cuts// hard....nice punch
i scatter this turd..talk shit and watch how i shatter this herb//
i'll strike SPuL so hard i'll leave him with battered nerves// no flow
SPuL never had a streak of brilliance and he's overly fake//
i'll pen "gay on ya grill" to prove "fag is written all over ya face"//ok...
im arm'd wit cabbage..spul the type to disregard beef but stay tossin salads//
put you in the ground and have u "push up daisies" like "gardeners in caskets"//damn...

overall....nice ass punches, and good flow, nice multies, and long rhymes....came very hard

Spul
wanted to gaze things from your point of view, I guess I should have passed
Cuz I don’t think it’s possible… to fit my head so far up my ass meh....

“ayo spul if u wanna battle holla bak, no beef just wanna battle someone nice”<quote
You jus admitted that I’m good, but you gonna call me wack. Man, you’s a joke no....

After I’m through, I’ll have yo ass “Runnin’”, but you ain’t Tupac or Biggie
You ain’t Ludicrus either… so stop reppin’ him in yo siggy nice nice nice....

Unlike what it states in yo title… you ain’t a Multi Master
You wouldn’t be Phat wit a Mic, even if your initial name was Disaster pretty good
(Phat Mic used to be called Disaster Master)

You say you from Tha Roc, like you consider yourself from Roc-a-fella
For you, that isn’t possible, cuz you can’t even manage to ‘roc-a-cella’ no man...

Man, you fancy a DiCk WiT It, that for you, is considered fun
You assert that you are “SiCk WiT It”, but like the flu season, you are done ok... played out...and not much flow

You are the opposite of clutch… cuz you can’t contibute in the last quarter
You’re so dirty... that you need to creep up on the bath water meh...

Jus like your Flow, your mind is slow, don’t kno why you called Intelligent
You bought a donut from Dunkin’ Donuts, and returned it, cuz there was a hole in it (lol) hahahhahahahaahaha....

You assume you are Royal, but you couldn't even touch cheap gold
You prolly are one of those idiots, that has a glass door wit a peep hole no....

I’m flabbergasted you called me out, cuz 99% of the time you are a wussy
The only reason a girl would go to you, is if they want a pussy newb line here...
k this battle goes to flow wit nicer punches and better flow...no fillers in his and his structure was nice too....pretty good battle here...peace, no hate

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