checkin in, 10 lines is nothin.

I rip emcees at sick degrees your quick to freeze,
Literally "de-feat" you as my wit can split your knees,
Your too thick to read-that's Da Truth-so stop boasting,
Your punches are easily dodged like you rhyme in slowmotion,
I'm bruisin foes, abusing hoes an now this loser knows,
The only way he'll win is trhough dickriding and crew votes,
It's jus' stupid bro-how can you think to fight this?
When your rhyme scheme's as wobbly as a one legged cyclist?
Despite this I'm readily relaxed an I'll walk steadily past,
Cos you can't spit at me with your own head in your ass.

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