7th vote...

I'm punchin this fool, and leavin skin on his forehead to his Neck bruised.//1
Melt dudes, plus i'm puttin ARS on my verse to put your name to good use.//2
^^^^^^^^say what???
Vicin your skill and suckin tha breath out you, just ta put you in Air-tight situations.//3
Like kung-fu tactics i'm choppin your legs off, and still u ain't master of Amputations.//4
^^^^^iight
I strip this fool of his bladder and kidneys, puttin you in a disgustin waste predicament.//5
Rattlin your bones, slide through your joints, and leave Death streaks on your Ligaments.//6
^^^^^^nice....
This kid couldn't come hard at death, if i wrap him in cement in his coffin.//7
I uppercut your mouth through to your brain, just to keep you thought Coughin.//8
^^^^^ummmmm no...played
I'm puttin your verse through Law systems, So you can get some order in your type.//9
Laxative your soul till it drips your asshole, and u have some source of flow in ur life.//10
^^^^^^tight.....

Nickle plate my nines, and put Dead presidents in line, just ta stamp you weak dimes.//11
^^^^^iunno
killa-mic kills hoes like you, and leaves your pussy suffocatin under choke holds.//12
I mold cold shoulders into hot boulders, and crush your bones into Rose Stones.//13
^^^ummm no
16 bars?? i spit your equal and still rip you in every form possible known to man.//14
you could ceran salivary glands on tha boards ceiling, and still couldnt Wrap-spit fans//15
^^^^^decent closer,

next

killa mic lyrikz are 'ludacris' but he aint got hoes//
he has to 'pik' through his writtins like his nappy fros//
^^^^iight opener
hes hasnt even stepped to a mic how can he 'kill@ mic'//
the one i dislike, cuz hes a bouncin pussy like a 'real dike'//
^^^^^ummm no
he cant even define half the vocab he thinks he uses//
verbal abuses, left him scarred and leaven excuses//
^^^^^nope
he 'pushes' up '15 bars' but his lyrikz still cant get 'stronger'//
he has to count his bars to the side to make it look longer//
^^^^iight
he doesnt know what multis or metaz are so he sticks the basics//
stuck to writin, face-its, he cant come front with it so he has to -lace-it//
^^nice,

~~~~~~~~~~~*Switch*~~~~~~~~~~

lemme blaze and ammaze this kid is new found faze//
he couldnt be the latest craze, even if it was the end days//
^^^^^iight
offend-layz, he couldnt pack heat if he was the sun//
think he won, talk bout son, hes left as the emty one//
^^^^ok
u think u even test, you aint gettin none like chics with no breasts//
work with no rests, leave u exausted, leave open like treasure chests//
^^^^^nice.
with n o contests, i murder you hang and disguise your soul//
if you ran my motha fuckin mind youd still have no control//
^^^^^ok, played concept and worded horribly
to break this bowl, im rounded in categories u never knew//
styles new, but i can still easily defeat you/////////
^^^BLAh closer

Vote~D-Luxx
nicer punches and wordplay, more creativity put into his verse.