***yo....yo....hold up right quick.....lets bring this to anotha level.........mic check......mic check one........yo.....yo.....**

lets 'ex' the dissin about moms/dissin' bout homos logos and
uncle toms/whats fithy left wit........disaster from a lyrically dropped bomb/word is bond/3 things i mentioned he'll be singin the same song/rotatin the shit like rotatin waterbongs/i'm on anotha level so you can consider me dead wrong......

**looks at fithycalibur..............smacks him.........yo..yo...yo**

even when u 'snuff' u lack ability to 'spit'/i peeped ur past shit/
u just flappin at the lips bigger than Jagger, Mick/throwin a
lyrical brick/verbally kicked/orally breakin' ur bones still includin
stones and sticks

ur rhythm is 'plaque' consider this battle 'floss'/in da end i'll
click it cut it paste it add another to ur loss//we'll neva be
'Friends' cause u wanna be rachel and i'll neva be ross/you
couldn't catch a victory from me if u was Randy Moss

for me this challenge is just a little bit of chattin'
but ur victim of a sport i call pimp fest...............Xtreme Slappin/
addin in breakin' ur back in some rib crackin/goin for gold
in spiratic neck snappin.....

**this battle is over..............throw mic at fithycalibur......**


















**smacks fithy again and takes mic back**

we both got seven losses but i want u to take note
the only reason why i got seven is cause they didn't poll vote
u prewritten ur flows and still served by the lyrics u wrote
u must really like 'Friday' cause u steadily gettin smoked

**leaves..........13th keeps mic.....................sucka**

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