Whatever man I'm dropping now.

You bitches try to fuck me, bitch don't try to rush me,
Fuck 10 lines you could write a romantic novel it wouldn't even "touch" me,
Fuckin' pussy I'm only battlin' you outta boredom,
Fake emcees; like my balls I always drop before 'em,
Already ripping this faker with my spittin' behaviour,
Carry a pistol? You'll never "blow up" unless you sit on the chamber,
In all fairness you can't compete with these rare spits,
Now you're panicing like a disabled person stuck in a stair lift,
I spit hot flames so hot they leave your body dishevelled so fuck you,
You can play Nintendo all you like, face it, I'm always gonna be on the "level" above you.

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