Your Style Is Played..Grab This Battle?,You Better Think Twice
Get Outta This Site..The Odds Of You Winning Is Like The Odds Of Me Rolling Snake Eyes With Three-Dice (ouch!)
The Only Way Your Ahead Of Me Is Because Your Verse Was Posted Above
Theirs No-Love..This Battle Has Slipped From Your Hands Like An Oily Dove (...dat hurt...)
Your Punches Are Not Shown..Your Skill Still Not Grown..Your A Fucking Waste
Time To Pick Up Some *Haste..Your Verse Stinks As Much As Your Breath..Heres Some ToothPaste!
Crowds Yelling "Ohhhh! Tight Lines!"..Guess Wat..I Wrote Those
I Spit Flows...Human Recycler...Guess Wat!?..Lines Arnt Recycable!

~Finisher~
Asked Me To Let You Bite My Lyrics?!..Tsk Tsk..Bitch You've Been Ownt
Beat Me?!..You Know You Wont..How Does Your Style Change Every Time But Your Losses Dont?

Peyo:Hey Thug...Wats Your Digits?
Thug Whyte:W and L
Peyo:W and L?
Thug Whyte:Whack And Loses
Peyo:Hahahahahah I Own U!
Thug Whyte:Never Said You Didnt...Just Please Dont Let Anyone Else Know I Said You Own

iight good battle...lets get some votes