*picks up the mic and hucks a lugi in Dark's eye *

BEWARE! READ WITH CAUTION BEFORE PROCEEDING
THIS ILLSPITTA'S RHYMES CAUSE SEIZURES AND INTERNAL BLEEDING
I do no deceiving, these rhymes will cause your destruction
Worse than Troy Aikman's football career, I'll knock you with a concussion
This rhyme's your introduction to the conclusion of your entry in this round
Break down or be clowned, step down, you can't face the King yet to be crowned
Anticipatin your weak ass spits to come at my face
And I'll still claim to be better, like the whole ARyan Race
Let's face it, DarkForce, you couldn't lace up your shoes if they were velcro
But don't let go, don't give up and go, I've still gotta show rapbattles who's got the better flow
Into Hell's bedroom where the devil and you lay together and sleep
Fuckin with me is puttin yourself in a lotta shit, knee-deep
You're the devil's new roomate, he likes little white boys
he plays with them like children play with Tonka Toys
Your rhymes come straight from the Playskool of Hard Knocks
While my shits are tougher than lava forming molten rocks
Scorchin hot-ness is blazin thru the screen and thru your iris
My rhymes stood the test of time, they've been written on papyrus
The highest rank is what I soon hope to achieve
After sendin you to your grave, but no one around here will grieve

spit it fool......

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