UnEmceeAble's verse:

k…before I drop I want you to know I’m going to throw in some quotes and bolds because I’m not sure if the front liners can pick up some shit::: it’s probably unnecessary but I’ll make sure:::

*Puts on headphones, grabs mic, turns up music*

This cats constantly biting…and claiming it’s subliminal
If I could describe you in two words: NEVER ORIGINAL
Vendetta? You’re even -named after- a Def Jam game!
Check his sig: he’s even still trying to copy- Merk Squad’s Name! LMFAO
He is only interested in his own style –check his profile- it clearly reads: “shyt’”
Look at The Elements; everyone is hot…except for the people on the crew list
You imitative, trying to make “brighter” of what was once newB’s “light remarks”
Too bad when you “copy and pasted”- you forgot to remove your “bite marks”

|switch|

Look: just my first 8 lines killed you…so let me be quite frank
I’m gonna give you the benefit of my fatigue…and post 4 more lines- Blank
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Sorry bout the “missing punches”^^^^- but I agreed to do HIS best
I could have beat you with “one line”…it would just say: “Fill in the rest __________”
Kid you practically “drooling” the way you “faint-spit”
I’m gonna eat your verse and “piss” it out- just to prove you “aint shit”
What happened to your “veteran” crew…”you recruited all rookies”
Its obvious your “gay”: before this you only SUC-CUMbed to “battle pussies”
You the type of kid to post a battle call, but when I respond you say Never mind
Then turn your back to me when I spit…cuz you only receive bars from behind…(takes it in the butt)

*music stops, headphones come off, mic explodes*

Ahhh…writers block always finds a way doesn’t it…oh well I got 22

your turn...hahahahaha



















Vendetta's Verse:


*grabs UnEmceeAbles target headphones and rips 'em apart...now what son??heres soem real music u should be flowing to...mic check<<<1-2**

I'll rock-ya-stone!..UnEmceeAble is beaten so bad hes like, whoa your sick//
I already cracked all ya ribs .. but I stilll got a bone to pick!//
This Queer will-be-next cause im ignitin-text with a lightlin-flex/
Stomp ya so hard they'll think ya birth mark was a Nike-Check//
It's my Honest thoughts...keeping you straight and narrow/
Then I’ll Knock off ya Nose...like the Face of Pharaohs//
Kid ya Wak~In~Ya~Tracks and I only Attack~With~The~Facts/
Slice ya so fast ya half'll break its fall on the back~of~the~axe//
You've never touched a 'Mic' other than that head from the 'Jackson 5'/
You won't survive, cause I crush fake emcee's like a Fat Joe Stage Dive//
Your a bitch in a mesh bra... Fuckin damn wacked bastard/
Leave this pussy freeze dried, and his Whack raps plastered//
Most femcees are alot harder than you, why you even in Productions crew/
I've spotted more heart in tha noobs.. & retarded kids too//
Damn!! I can't spit about my self cuz lyrics won't define-genius's/
I already ripped you and you still got left over meat like unsercumsized-penis's//
Wanna throw words next? Think your bright...but your flames aint seepin thru/
Defeatin you...is about as easy as quitin a game of Peek A Boo//

*looks out corner of eye and sees UnEmceeAble crying in the back****UnEmceeAble just got served his 1st "L"**