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~Break Bred or Play Dead~
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IP:
Voted For: BostonLyricist
No time to solicit time to get explicit split you in half get horrific /guts hanging as im spitting/
5/10
went big apple picking when u decided to battle/ nyc status leave ya dismangled /
5/10
like hannibal leaves his victims in his stomach gutted carcass tangled /around my words cause you couldn't handle/ Became my prey /its a jungle in this bitch should have watched your back before you came to this shit in May/
5/10
Okay you say you from the "Mean streets of Boston" / Your life its costin /thinking your gansta could beat this newyorkin /Im extortin /
4/10
execution style bring the revolution im shootin make you start abortin /feel the torment /cut off all your fat like George Forman /getting in your skin like a scorpion /I'm shortining your life span 4/10/
Like I can -and I am- as I am prophesizing the end of your lyrical plan./ banned forever left you mute/ a couple of lines back when I decided to execute /
6/10
then next threw you down the garbage chute /your remains salute the rats, rodents meet your crew/ that you never knew /destiny inevitably set its fate on you /your calling to be left in the stench that you tried to spew
5/10
/In this game its a clue game trying to figure out who did what -with what -and what triggered -you'll never figure it out cuz uze a pussy nigga And I bet you never figured that this killa Is the opposite of a dick Yes a chick put the poisen to your liva'
4/10
dis boy a gay stippa n da bronx thats why he boogie downs//
a pussy rapper sniffed out by real mc bood hounds//
6/10
he slips himself a date rape pill and jacks off//
so when he wake up in the mourn he dont remeber he wacked off//
6/10
even if your ryhmes had a power button the wouldnt work//
you smell like couchie wit no panties, in a sauna underneath a skirt//
6/10
Even if you lived on the equator you wouldn’t be hot//
I tear apart brick city and make it a bus stop//
6/10
Boston vs the bronx watch me paint it green//
Have all its occupants including you lookin like a steven king scene//
Your fans fall asleep to your demo so your cd comes wit caffine//
7/10
Lyriacl sporadic shots to your temple explode your mind//
Your like the pacific coast time zone your always behind//
6/10
I finish you with a ryhme death blow to your vocals flood your lungs//
You’re a virgin to a win like sex to nuns//
7/10
This battle was ok and the punches werent really that hard on both sides and the wordplay was ok you both could of came with alot harder punches and alot better complexity and high vocab but it came down 2 better wordplay and harder punches
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