I'm callin this battle the.... "Ima reverse his profile and make his knees shake rap"
enjoy..........

youngbloods' user profile

Birthday - August 19, 1985

Age - 17

Crew - blood thik

Biography - whats up this iz youngblood. my real name iz ricky. i battle my homeboyz all the time. im really tryin 2 be serious about this shit. so i hope and pray it will come true.i wouldnt call myself good i would call myself decent to be a white rapper.

Location - high point north carolina

Interests - rap, play ball, chill wit my homeboyz

Occupation - i work at greensboro stamping

Thug Whytes' verse

..:warm-up:..

youngBLOOD tries so hard to be gangsta, he joins CRIP//
Skills? he aint [B] got em' .. he'd tie a cinder block to his foot, so he'd sink himself to tha bottom and sufficate in water.. BLOODTHIK //

Previous callouts state.."set it up" only reason is cuz this kat cant post anything but a Sticky //
Nigga this, Nigga that .. bitch you white and whack now re-act to tha rap you lack.. it was "I love Lucy" and "No one really gave a shit about Ricky //

..: Feel tha burn :..

The only high point of your life..is tha town you Live in //
You just sound retarded, like deaf kids whistlin so brother it looks like another pre-written from research I've seen in previous battles you've Spit In //

Try really hard..but you still naht makin tha cut.. you naht good, hell you naht even half- decent //
Obvious doubts for you came recent .. maybe ure prayin to tha wrong god..cuz you suckin when duckin.. but hey just think of it like i didn't mean-it //

Only my 9th line.. spit from my 2nd side.. rewind.. merkin.. and naht even in my free prime..only on my 5th bar //
No need to even spit back if all im gunna hear more lines about sars .. lamborghinis and fast cars .. you commin hard like yous a big rap star and how you gunna rip me apart .. cuz ppl gunna be like.. "Thug merked him before he even had a chance to start //

I'm givin you work like probation so quick wit tha gay crap turn straighten cuz im makin you spit in three hundred and sixty degree rotations //
These are pro nations u gracin this kid fo real? sumone throw me a decent replacement or else im puttin up presentation demonstrations of FATALLY merkin you in un-formed FORMATIONS //

okay snitch time to take rich on a ride he wont forget and turn his white ass back to poor bitch and let him speak his dialects country like he was spitten in lisp //
Why must you persist to exsist .. messin wit me likes a contract deal wit my right fist .. punch me bitch, I insist I shook you pantless like Tom Cruise this "business" is a "risk" .. this aint a battle.. call it, "Thugs verse was better than HIS" //

So pitiful.. hammocks cause him panix.. creams and an a ace bandage, heal the lyrical damage til' he cant stand it.. do sumthin drastic.. elevate his head then smash it, make it a closed casket //
Rip off fake fashions feed him nuclear magnets explode him into a pie full of fragments use his face to flick my blunt-roach ashes .. strangle him til' his vocal cords get too thin to continue askin bout why he has trouble rappin //

..: Hope ya'll ready.. here comes tha merkin :..

Thug Whyte presents tha closing to past festivities emmenced for shit hes gunna say, and for shit he never meant so dont sweat tha terret cuz trust me words aint hurtin yet so dense..like fat kids trippin over nets of tennis sets
Un-deniabley bad battling vets and half tha shit you spit makes 98% no sence, hence.. Ladies and gents a male wit a females breasts ..breakin it down..you got stamped..so give Greensboro my 37 cents

ight man..wutchu got?