ok ok, inspire .. you went offline so i fuckin left, u asked for the battle and didnt post tha thred so i didnt fuckin bother.... i got you lame pm... and im sorry i got your panties ina twist...i will drop now... WHAM


this fuck needs bold print to get is point across//
but luck wont play a factor when i serve you this loss//
you make it to easy when you cruse in your '87 dotson//
wake up kid, i am sherlock homes and you will always be my bitch Watson//
yea i did come to battle this fool inspire//
but you not ready for my spitz their as hot as fire//
u realize now that i was a bad idea to battle me kid just like its a bad idea to use yarn as tripp wire//
after i smack you accros your face tha label on your forehead reads 'already expired'//
"dr. whats his name, ah man i wish i could spell"//
when you bring children books into battle, should i just read you a fairy tail?//
about this chump who got beat down by a white boy from the "burbs"//
and how he was asking for a beating, so TRIPOUT stoped his face into a curb//
i may not be Iverson, but answers i do have you stupid prick//
"who will win this battle?" is the pondering question, TRIPOUT got this one, inspires mouth is too full of dick//