**the council**
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Voted For: Stanza
your name is a poetry term, but man you just a clown/
ya your poetry is deep....burried six feet underground/*
you wanted 10 lines, because your afraid to do more/
I understand you there....cuz I could beat you in four/
ya name is 'stanza'? well it doesnt fit, ya structures wack/
you seperate ya lines...so how is ya poetic verses intact?/**
Luda in ya sig...dawg, is this guy your fuckin idol?/
Wit a role model like that...you lack talent so vital!/
man face it...you cant win this battle, broken hoe/
A loss a kick-in-the balls...this my lyrical Roshambo!/***
dumb d dumb yours was a decent verse, a few average punches...i think some of your verse was mostly filler tho.....6/10
My rhymes *pack* punch like supermarket teens on picnics
But ya *flow* is off like automatic learners driving stick-shift
I set the marker for skill, like im in a Tourney~With~Flaws
U couldnt *Pass The Bar* if u were and Attorney~At~Law
Im mentally~advanced, while ur experimentally~in~trance
My rhymes*shock u*like seeing a vampire in a glass
This *dickhead* covers his * face* like a latex~rubber
He claims to be str8 wen he fucks his same~sex~mother
ya rhymes BORIN, like MIMES WIT MIC's & ya rhyme skill less
You Make Dumb Dumbz Look Like the definition of illness
stanza nice meta's used in your verse.....decent punches...i think this was a really close battle...think both could have come harder...but i think stanza just took the win because of the creativity in his punches...........
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