| The Epitome Of Greatness 
				 
				
				
				| From: NY ... Born And Raised | 
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 you got till 11:10 AM to post your verse or its DQ heres mine
 your plots-stopped...beat me...i got more wins than this verse has got-dots//
 im top-notch... and the only time you spit something explosive is pop-rocks//
 i bruise bars and shoot stars ya egos the only thing thats too large//
 you defeatin me is impossible like fitting 10 fat bitches in 2 cars//
 your commiting rap suicide like your words slit your wrists//
 ill put a ".22" to ya chest like you were fuckin "emmitt smith"//
 and dont ever post in the same thread as me 40caliberhits//
 or ill cut up your body into sections and mail the pieces to ya bitch//
 nigga play-role 40CH is a gay hoe when i say-so ima watch him lay-cold//
 cause he's so set for failure his verse should read 1..2..3..4..5..K.O//
 call this hide-an-seek..when i apply-the-beat..you run-and-hide-from-me//
 you should buy a guide-for-emcee's before you decide-to-speak//
 i got skills-to-impress with words like drills-to-ya-chest//
 imma "checkmate" this battle like i was a king-in-chess//
 im winnin no-doubt..the thought of you takin-me-out has me raisin-my-brow//
 i mean damn-clown...it must be 6:30 cuz i just beat you hands-down//
 so just keep quiet you don’t wanna see when a bar sparks//
 cuz im bout to dissasemble ya ass real fast like car parts//
 stop bitchin..like chefs "stuffin chicken" you always got your arm on cocks//
 ya dead rhymes wont make "head-lines" like "white boyz in a barber shop"//
 caliber dont even try-it...flow's is a one man fuckin riot//
 i could beat ya in my sleep and leave my mic on autopilot//
 
 aiight theres 22 lines match it or do less/more whatever dont matter but you got till 11:10 AM rapboards time its now 2 AM times runnnin out
 
 ~!1!~
 
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