aight....

10 lines
u spit first
no hate votes
no krew votes
no dick rydin
good luck and drop quickly
reposted due to lack of votes.....

syscols verse:
i spit all around ya head so you can hear me with "surround sound"/
lots his dick to shrincage and doctors said"it'll never be found"/
bitch i should be crowned,rip you to shit like im a blood hound/

man you so dumb you failed school cause you didnt know 2+2/
fuckin held back 9 times in kindergarten just to learn to tie ya shoe/
cant beleive you can type with all ya cum actin on ya fingas as glue/

blast you,smash you,leave you clutchin to the ground cause thats the only place you goin/
6 feet under to be exact,cause your burns aint hurtin and ya shit aint flowin/

you know your moms pussy like the back of your hand and vise versa/
wanna battle me cause i have sum skill atleast and i will never disperse-ya

WHACK ASS SHIT
w/e though spit soon

K.O. verse:

microphone set to "merk"........

ur spit wack, i'de say u have a speach impediment but this is typing,he's gon make excuses like "my fingers broke so i cant do dope typing", u couldnt beat me if u had FIFTY doin ya pre-writting//1

do the right thing pass this battle on or drop it now have u screamin "HOT POTATO" when my verse comes down//2

prepare to get served cuz im da merk doctor with no patience, my "punch surgery" fuck up ya face make u my naxt patitent for face lifts//3

man im juss plain doper than you, shouldnt test me cuz u cant rip thru//4

datz da type of shit u couldnt do if u wuzz holdin a gat, an ak-47,a revolvor or mach//5

if i faced u wit my back u still couldnt hit me,below average spit u could never diss me, ur punches have no connection a.k.a. MISSED ME!//6

ur punches is like ur only and imaginary friend they aint really there, itz no wunder when u swingin that u only hitten air//7

now let me off dis cock sucker in wayz datz unknown, my spit brusies brainz, bringz da pain and fucks up ya chromosomes//8

i beat u in line 9 wit still one line left, picken his punches for dis text out his rhyme book like a multiple choice test//9

u dont wanna see me but u really da ghost dude, cuz after u spit that verse ur bitch ass getz booed//10