Voted For: twenty9

h.d sayin i spit garbage, he must b high or not no the definition,
im gonna win, this is the truth, not a mutha fuckin premonition/
aight
ya got ya fictional rappa called contam-ination
you’se a bitch, its known throughout the nation/
ok
don’t battle me bitch, u’ll be leavein in a hearse,
u only won a battle, cuz flow couldn’t drop a verse/
decent personal, aight ending

focus more, stop with the basic flow, get more creative i cant tell you no more



29 times the amount of character used in every on of ya rhymes is the odds of you winning
You’d do better surviving a dinner date with Hanibal Lector, tied down on a stretcher
set up dont rhyme with the follow up, but aight punch

Locked in the kitchen, you could up chuck ya deserts, than me? You’ll never spit sicker
Ya style causes laughter, I’ll shatter ya bladder through ya hip bone and leave ya ass pissed
dont rhyme, could of been a good punch 2 danm..
Your punches wouldn’t have impact if had two brass fists, with meteors crammed in em
You could claim to be divine 29 times, I’ll watch 29 signs of God damning em
wasnt feeling the ending...

you had a chance to really win this battle EZ, but now that i read your verse you wasnt focus as i thought you was, bars wasnt rhyming, you toss in a quick punch with a messed up set up, FOCUS MORE, RHYME YOUR PUNCHES WITH THE SET UP LINES, and you will be better

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