I’m devouring this so called Vet…whose record ain’t been Born, but Killed,
His name slandered across tha Net…58+57 certainly doesn’t equal Skilled.
This old, Alzheimer plagued fake…was born in the diminishment of 1969,
Coz this research ya see me Rake…will jus be breakin skulls across my Line. (Avatar)
This Red Neck from Houston Texas…jus the epitome of the lowest of Scum,
I’ll be cruising thru ya like a Lexus…conceiving you is wot cost your Mum.
He joined RnB in May 2003…but still can’t make a mark, no doubt you can See,
So finally retire and take it Easy…coz B2K is finished after he’s battled L.C.
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK…if you’re respected but its clear that you’re Dissed,
Look at ya, you’re wak and ya Suck…you can’t get ya lines to flow on a Rift. (It’s so easy)
So now this dosed up “Killer”…has had his skull scattered across this Thread,
Froze up like a fake to a Chiller…this battles finished and this bitch’s Dead.

Shit Was Tight...Nice Personals...Hard Punches...Awsome Wordplay.


I've taken Lyrical Cyanide, but ain't about ta die...
He tried ta gas me, but his flatulence went awry.
With the methane of a cow, he brings da beef...
But I just lit a match, now the beef's increased. (Boom!)

If we battled in person, I'd stare at ya ass despite my own pleading...
Cuz the shit ya spit is literate, I ain't gay, kid, just lip-reading.
So ya verse like commercials, always gettin ignored...
With more feeds than an operator's fuckin switchboard.
Another Pac wanna-be, shit...look at the pic in his sig...
Nothin original, cept he speaks loud and carries a twig.*
Rough Rider? Naw...only when ya buy them whips...
But ya never use em, cuz ya can't make em fit ya lips.**

Nice Shit...Not Great Of Personals....Nice Punches, Not Hard Enough Tho.....


Overall My Vote Goes To Lyrical Cyanide.... I Enjoyd His Personals, Punches, And Wordplay More...They Were Better.
Nice Battle Tho
No Hate To Neither
Mad Props

Vote=Lyrical Cyanide...

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