aight cool. no probs.

im gonna ice ya slowly, if im on the mic behold me..
i rap nice n gory, all the dickriders like to blow me..
like christ im holy, id say you rhyme below me..
but soon as you post, your wackness will do it for me..

with ease im smackin-this-bitch, cos it just so happens-im-sick..
rappin-with-wits, unlike you, a noob just flappin-his-lips..
bring earth shattering-hits, when im in battles with kids..
crunchin ya dome, your crunchin it wrong, my punches 'll rattle ya mids..

your multis are non existent, punches faulty with-rotten-lyrics..*
set-ups are tame, metas are lame, im flexin my authority-over-dipshits..
always cryptic and critical, turn your back for a second im rippin-you..
always killin-noobs, unlike you wackness aint sumthin i like to get into..

judging by lyrics probly find more bomb shit when its christmas..
and him gettin anywhere is more far fetched than his disses..**
real life he'd be redder than ketchup, like paper he bout to be shred-up..
im gonna let-up, been easin off punches cos all i need is the set-up..

*in his other battles i have never seen him use multies.. just lettin you know so you dont think its just some random punch from nowhere..

**again a reference to his other battles... i reckon his disses are pretty random,..


your turn brother you got half an hour.

one.

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