first to 5 3-0 ko
no crew hate d/r vote
no free-posting
10 bar max
for 30 pts.



u wanna holla back at dub lookin to put another name in ur rip-list..even thou u got da right name, u still couldnt hit dis..my adrenaline rush to rip ur ass is like a maddens blitz shyt/
fuckin up ur repatation as a good mc..nobody still wouldnt feel'ya even if u wuz a hood-mc..fuck with me and become a mystery mc..dis-mangle ur azz and now u a history-mc..flame off 75% of ur skin any time u try to play with dub fire dat burns to a 3rd degree/
lace pilots in ur skull and leave'ya metal plated in da brain..or i might do a quickie, duck-tape'ya mouth and inject anti-freeze in ur veins/
no-need to get'cha ghost-writer on dis one..(fuckit) bring him too so all both of ya'll can get a piece of da shot-gun..i let my kid kill'ya like a deer screaming "I got one" (very good son)/
and aint trying to come in dis battle with much..i just spit da right amount of barz to shut ur azz-up..runnin in ur home glock cocked face, mask-up..yo kid seen u tryin to defend and his thoughs were "dad sucks"..legs get snapped necks get broked and heads get cut/
dats how i do ya' after dis grab sum lotion cuz i doubt it dat ur gurl wanna screw'ya..(yeah u da tightest on rb) (sike)hahahaha! fooled'ya..nicca u a student in da game, so dont make me have to school'ya/
u get discipline just for writing ugly..hit'cha with da yard-stick and make ur eyez poke out like lights on a buggy../
text grippin..keystyle freestyle ass-whoopin..dat got ur face smushed-in..paralyzed from da waste down cuz u got 90% of ur body crushed-in..and dats da results of us battling/
get ur self wrapped up in bandages..forensic science had to gather up da remains of u on da vvv concrete canvas,kid.. commin down on u hader den snow on da hill of avalanches.. u winnin is 1 in a million like seein a prayin-mantis/
fuck u up so bad da it dont matter if u duck my last punch.. (its ok) cuz da last 9, i spitted dem metallish so i know dem 1's got cha crunched/