there are time zones jack ass! heres what we got so far... some of the crew hasnt sent there shit....

hisTRYwreCKEr’s Verse
deez niggaz gotta jack-off jus to wreck faces//
Ya’ll couldn’t come wit 10 good lines-smokin weed and wit 10 dimes//
Leavin dark intent speaechless like French mimes//
i spit vulgarity in my rhymes, without holdin my nutz all tha time//
niggas spit straight ass, and still couldn’t make shit flow//
cam, you couldn’t rev up good lines if it followed with maro//
the only time you elevated, was at a hoaxed magic show//
yall claim ya ill but your not even sick, so take your hypochondriac ass and go suck a dick //
I don’t give a fuck what yall think, u niggaz takin pillz forreal to clean ya lil’ dill//
but your unferestimation of my skillz’ll leave, lyrical detonations that kill//
I’m from h-town- so u know i spit astros straight to domes//
Dark Instent iz straight up - illness prone//
Must be poppin pennecillian//
But my lyrical infection iz alwayz spilin//
Call me Jeffrey Dahmer-Deez intentions in my dark mind are killin//

Live Wire’s Verse
Y’all basic “hits miss” ~ they treated this battle against us like a ‘bomb’ ‘reconstruction’ ‘class’ see who can “refuse quickest”
Just “sickness” ~ the only reason a crew battle, cause put it this way and I quote “life without a friend, is death without a witness”
Yea Dark Intent stepping in the thread, talking thug shit, like they going “do somethin’~ but in battle’s and leave, very “few hutches”
Mix matchin ‘Kool-Aid packets’ y’all still couldn't come with ‘sweet’ “new punches”~ Whack Emcees vs. Dark Intent damn I just love “crew lunches”
I’ma give y’all “inspired insults”~ y’all verse like a pound of weed, while our verses like a 'ounce' of 'crack' 'less' but wit "higher results"
Come on we ill, it’s like we “retired faults”~ Whack Emcees ‘smooth’ at first, but when u get ‘down’ to it, were ‘hard’, like highly “desired malts”
Basically u cats Dark Intent just loss, cause y’all punches “miss us”~ and how many time’s, do I have to say I taught y’all how to “spit fuck”
Us winning, kid please don’t call “it luck”~ come on ‘saving’ y’all shit on a extra ‘floppy disc’ y’all couldn’t ‘back’ ya “shit up”

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