unlimited lines ahhahah knwones goin read this battle..but ill still win....here ya beeyatch i got class alte...spit to that....


Damn ya rhymes are weak as fuk,u already lost to a newb dat was one of my sluts//
i got class in 6 hours so ill make this merkin quick an easy like how ya dad does u up the butt//
U aint abuzin shit but takin abuse by my spits, relatin it to ya chilhood dreams//
Of becomin a rhymer like Dr Seus did,but he met me an got his wig split an then killed//
shit ya flows are weak as hell,u must be on dat crack cuz u really cant spell//
lyrically takin abuze like u was a neusence to this rap,callin me out in one u get slapped bitch//
now u wonder why no one else does ,cuz they donna wanna be revealed of there wackness//
your trapped bitch in a another flip of da number on da left side of ya record/
when u fuk wit da illest u get ya wig peice disconnected severed from the rest of u//
unlimited bars ahahha u must got time on ya hands if u want it bad well go round 2//
but no need for that,i doubt u can spit a lyrically equipped rhyme wit out usin mine//
an ya used punches an rhymes..everyone knows ,if iwas da tax agent ud be gettin fined//
for not spittin rite...send ya verse to me before u hit submit reply//
an ill send it back wit red ink on it sayin denied, atleast u tryed//
Im gunna flip ya brian switch strait drop u a drip of simplistic pop mik shit//
Intermission take a breather....757575775

Ova flow ya jaw rollin smoke out afta a loud toke shout massive hope hit//
Its dope shit only aptamony in ya womans love slit. cant push? Shove Grit//
Sandpaper on ya backside slap 24’’ chromies on ya homies pimp ride//
U cant offord it don’t walk toward this bit wont acknowledge stalk u like insane-ward shit//
A crazy mutha fucka in a straight jacket, cutcha up like hate wit a wood hatchet//
This shits easy u wish u could matchit IS THAT YA THROAT? IM COMIN SLASH-IT//
Ur shits only a resen hit u cashed it a long time ago like ur flow history//
Blaze, haze, fazin, crazin me oceans not seas, hornets not bees, sting like bullets dropped from G’s down onto wanna be’s smoking weak trees jokin on the next cova of wheaties//
Its war time and all u got is treaties I spill ya blood on our first greetings//
Shake ya hand upon meeting knowing im already defeating u while u repeating//
Straight heat in ya back seat gleemin while im rippin ur whole ship and all ya sea-men//
Ill take the lyricalout of abusive ur next in line. That ya woman? Ill shallow her, KEEP DREAMIN//
When I rhyme I got spotlights that shine doin nuthin but burnin time along WICTHU//
Im a serial killa, ur #6 on muh list, wipen u out with all ya clicks. N im cumin ta GETCHU//
Ill split ya lips wit hollowtips no way u can convince me theres no difference between incompitence n shallowness//
Now try comin at me wit some of ya weak ass old fart lyrics//
Pullin out muh gun in round 1 leavin u wit this//
Knowledge is a virtue//
I got endless phrases in muh mind and im out ta hurt u//