K good luck...

From a glock's burst your rocked - luck's got worse,
A hot verse like this'll make you wish you dropped first,
You got cursed spit flames from my belly straight into ya,
I figure you're dyslexic from the spelling in your signature,
They don't applaud so I force em, brought out of boredom,
Make you leave prematurely like a deported abortion,
I'm causing you caution when I'm fighting - inticing all,
For you it's an up-hill struggle like a fat man on a bicycle,
So you can't spell-no biggie-lemme pause for a sec to laugh,
You must've skipped English at your desk in the "special" class,
Surrounded by fools faces, retards and true wasters,
Tried to be rule-breakers but you couldn't tie your shoelaces,
You fucking fake - watch as I'm damaging this challenger,
You just wish you were someone else like Tupac in your avatar,
But your from Manchester - this battle - give it another look,
Rather than grumbling you should have crayons an a colouring book,
Now your freaking and defeated by an emcee that's less known,
Whilst your own lines and punches miss me like I've left home,
Basically you've been lyrically raped on all fours,
Now you wish this verse hadn't dropped first - like my balls.

Peeze.

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F.C.L- Need's No Introduction-F.C.L

"Phenomonal skill belongin' to Ill I spray thugs,
Never "no-showing" like "Melodic Methods" members in gay clubs..." - (illiance - 3 Quest - 0)
"Glisten tracks, deliver raps you make a livin' dissin' cats,
Face it - you ain't got balls, an' you only "flow" through "pissin' flaps..." (Illiance vs Kesha (No Show, Hoe))

Wins: 6 Lost: 3 -Blunts Battle League