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Aight look...

Wait a min...

Surreal has little topical for ya...

Surreal enters*
My Name Is Daniel, On RB Call Me Baxter D. Wall..
When I Lose On RB, I Say Its D/r Or I Took A Fall..
I'm The Most Hated And Hurbish Member Of Regime..
Sometimes It Seems, No-One Likes Me, Wana Scream..
Hardship Lies In Thoughts Of Mine, Life a Tragedy..
Self Confidence Dismal, I Think..Are You Mad At Me?..
I Sit At Home All Day, Searching For Yahoo Friends..
The Pain Throbbing, Never Stop .. Until Life Ends..
Saddened.. As I Wander Through The Valley Of Death..
Even Hell Won't Accept Me, Leaving My Final Breath..
Taking My Life, Was Not Even A Thought Until Today..
I'm Not Quite A Loser, But I'll Never Get Laid..
I Found Out So Many Things, Just Wana Run And Hide..
Battling Chrit..Final Hit, May As Well Commit Suicide..
...
...

*BANG*

..what?..

And you thought...
This was friendly...
Ha!!!...

C'mon Bax...
You really...
That hated...
That your own...
Crew drops...
Against you?...

*13th Disciple clears his throat*
You thought I was an exclusive???
What?...

Baxter D. Wall,Dezyir,Irrelevance.....so whats gonna be next?....
I see the cry thru ur text...& convinced ur confused of ur sex!....
Ur actions complex......part of two crews and now runnin a mag...
The net isn't real....but u took it 2 heart when u allied wit F.A.G.S..
Like sticky in bags...i see u took an addictive liking to Amend.....
I asked whos the bitch...like Biz..''and u said he's just a friend''....
Lets put this battle to end..tho' it was over when keyed at start...
U two crew jumpin...John Q...Disciple slicin,dicin & changin ur heart

Oh shit...
Bribe wasnt..
an exclusive...
Either...

*Hands mic to Bribeone1*
Theres no way He Sneaks With a Quick One With Our Backs To The Wall-
Baxter D Wall. Theres no Spine in FAGS When I Fractured them all-
Hi, Bax The Builder, I See Warlods Found Themselves A Weak Arquitect-
Might Have Friends In High Places But By The Way You Speak- U Def Aint A Vet-

What?...
There's more?...
Yep.. Here...
Comes the king...
of Hardcore...

*JayPana chimes in*
Tha Man Of Many Aliases, He's Tryna Catch Up To Cyph...
It's Sad He Lives To His Name, He Has No Relivance To His Life...
Tha Way He Dick Rydes You Think He Watches Men At Stalls...
It's A Daily Thing, No Wonder Why His Back's To Tha Wall...
I Wonder What He'll Quote Next, Maybe One Of My Verbs...
He Couldn't Jack My Steez If I Let Him, And That...Is Word...

Ha... Yeah...
Time to introduce you...
To the inventor of the merk...

*Av steps in*
I hope you wrote your verse... this battle... don't fight it,
it's not Chrit's fault if you asked half of the wack'cees of the world to ghost write it...
none of ya squad... is A... B... or C team...
I mean... look... you do have the most dickrode member in regime...
Let's count ya good punches... n force the dope,
Bribe's on a one line high... like he's snortin the coke..
you'll be pelted by me... everyone knows you're doubted... but G,
you resemble mystik mind after herbs beat you outta the league...
Bax already washed up... Av'll stop your emergence,
cause ya verse full of bs... with lots of detergent...
Baxter's diggin himself in a ditch... where he'll soon be found in,
his passes at greatness has this fag flagged for intentional groundin...
my punches... cannons to ya jaw... your bitin is finished,
and you can lose ya mouth... piece... like Tyson to Lennox...
I promise... I swear to ya team... I'll show what damagin lines do,
and if there's a shadow of a doubt... You know Bax' is behind you...
Bax is a star waitin to happen... a brilliant genius,
I produce... and should cut his demo... into a million pieces...
13th's nice to shelter the homeless... but it's not an urban myth,
when he puts a roof over heads... he's suckin virgin dicks...
I aint all there... upstairs... shiiiiiiiiiit... best believe it,
and if you get angry with body language... stop... Av left you speechless...

It doesnt...
Stop there...
Prapare for the Perfect Words...

*Rob Banks grabs the mic*
Sit and enlight as all you fucks read what I write
I'll have Baxter shook like epilespy patients in strobe lights
Keep steppin, walk away, and just no show kid
Cuz Ax will twist Bax like he had scoliosis
This wall lacks structure. . . flow, wit AND punches
My verse will reduce Baxter like free school lunches
Bax gets sonned, I'll even cum on your mother's skirt
Shit she takes a fuckin load off, everytime she changes shirts
And that ends the dissess....
I just beat you to a pulp, and put Florida out of business


Its not over...
This is just the...
Warmup...

*G.Hod steps up*
Nothing but the bottom of the net. . Chrit hoards scores and sees silk
Iraq'll be a metropolis before the freakin Warlords are rebuilt
If RB's an amusement park, this dude's coaster must be doomed
I know you love Jae. . But come on: nude posters in your room?
Chrit got G.?! Your look says it all: Dare I say, rat-eyed and perturbed
You've been Chritiqued. . Word Perfect, owns. And that, my friend, is word


And if that...
Wasnt enough...
Here comes...
Destruction...
What?...

Aight look:

Who am I battling again? This kids got more aliases than Camarac/
Wack ass Bax... Went Indy to justify the F.A.G.S whose back he packs/
This cat's career is irrelivent much like a stud gone sterile/
And his win well has gone dry like comedy from Will Far Ill/
All up on WP's nuts just so you wont get banned by Tik/
Fuckin biter we all know that catchphrase was from Homer Phobic/
Reppin Warlords rebirth... Cat fits right in the way he cheats to win/
Ruthlesses deported from Regime to a crew you can toss more Saladin/
D. Wall be so dense he torched corn beef to smoke some hash/
Then turned around and worked at a cigar shop so he could wrap for cash/
Begging for forgiveness? Nah a deeper reason for Bax's bruised knees/
Man your title's fucked up...
all of...
RB jacked...
Chrit's steeze.../ (What...)
Chrit done left this cat like Bond drinks... Shaken but not stirred/
Thats 2 merkings from Chrit.. Yeah Bax... And that is... word.../