YO ALL WHO VOTE READ THIS SHIT AND VOTE FAIR, NO D/R, AND REMEMBER I TOOK ALL THESE FOOLS ON MYSELF, KEYSTYLIN ALMOST ALL OF IT BECAUSE I SISN'T EVEN KNOW WHO WAS IN UNTIL TODAY, I ONLY HAVE A COMPUTER AT WORK - MODS OR ADMINS CAN VERIFY MY LOGIN DIDN'T HAPPEN UNTIL THIS MORNING, ABOUT 9:00AM PST.... PEEP IT YALL AND VOTE FAIR - WORD


Bitch Taktik:

Shep 'n Tik sounds like a Disney movie bout a dog and a flea
ain't nothin you herbs sayin that be botherin me
Why would anyone pay you spit when you swallow for free?
maybe if you switched from taktic to tic tac you'd be spittin fresh
like Kobe's dick up in you boy I'm rippin your flesh
leavin you with six stiches plus a slug in tha chest
you only spit seven lines cuz you ain't able to finish your shit
like your mouth got constipated in the middle of spit


Bitch Chrit:

Another little bitch that's always scared of defeat
why the fuck you think he won't make me Eilte?
It's funny - he refused to let Shep get up in Eilte too
now he's spittin on his behalf like it's the thing to do
Kings of Frontlines? More like the Queens of Comedy
Seems I'm constantly battlin herbs like Garden Weeds
It must suck to get merked and it ain't even your fight
that I'll teach you ta side with faggots when you gonna ghostwrite


Bitch 13:

you want it with Me, Myself & I? Bitch WE the best
ya verse had more periods than bitches on PMS
plus if you spit the truth you know you ain't got no hope
so you beef up your verse by makin up false quotes
and while you bite off mother fuckers to steal venacular
EVERYTHING I spit is ORIGINALLY post by Spitacular
I love when you all you bitches get ideas of killin me
I just cut your fuckin arms off - of course you're not feelin me


Bitch 8:

I don't know what plate it was you "8-off" you fuckin Rookie
but it musta been small servins cuz you askin for cookies (see profile)
I'ma serve you Murda Ink like you Ja Rule & I'm Fifty
I'll teach you how to stunt when I make you neck pop w/ a Willie
Your style? it reminds me of Steve in them Urkel days
I beat your fuckin face till it matches your purple haze
you played, soft, gay, lost
and quit bitin shit, that's why you named 8-Off
I rule this mother fuckin shit like my names Adolf
but I ain't racist like Chrit, I'm just a Dictatorship
now that I'm done fuckin you you'll say my dick taste like shit


Bitch Speek E.Z.:

I don't know why Shep would want to use what you wrote
you couldn't come hard if you had my dick in your throat
I did a search, and either your name was a misspelled word
or you ain't allowed on rb.com cuz you still ill herb
refer to me as "yall" to make yourself feel better (see his verse)
cuz it takes 20 peeps to fuck with this one competitor
better ta just lie than to take ya medicine ain't it?
fuck a headache, I hit your face till ya migrain split
ya mind ain't shit, I define pain bitch, like this:
Pain: (noun) caused by or a direct result of battlin spit


Bitch Pot1ent:

Four lines made it to post, I bet you sent at least 10 to Shep
he edited most, cuz he knows your verse ain't worth a shit
you put that 1 in ya name cuz I dotted ya "I" 's
and sealed em shut, good thing cuz you wanted to cry
at least you elevated your skillz to "infant" status (see profile)
I been the baddest -everything I say causes instant maddness
when I'm done, everyone gonna be sayin "damn, spit got em!"
lil' baby, you new to this shit, I'm known terror cuz I been ladin



Bitch Abztrak:

Talkin 'bout Malibu? Bitch I ain't no surfer why u you lie G?
Hopin I was so we could kick it, your bitch ass in Hawaii
You soft as egg shells, just flick my pinky to crack you
most the posts you drop suck - they all up in tha Vacuum
You ain't even got no business postin in here, you madd wack
sock em in the stomach when in tha studio to fuck up Ab's Track
no balls to post in a battle where he might catch a loss, instead
he spits here, so only Shep loses when I rip you to shreds


BITCH Capcom:

You try to make your verse pretty with little arrows and shit
aww...
keep your herb to yourself and just spare us the script
I whip it out, slap you with it & embarrass your dick
size does matter, that's why everyone calls you little prick
You up in elite, battlin my verse that you still can't win against
2 - 3 currently and MasterHater Chrit won't let me in?!
It's really sad when fear keeps the real emcees from risin
But I'm used to the jealousy, ain't really nothin suprisin
just the fact you associated with Shep means you ain't a threat
backup that little bitch, he owes me, you end up payin his debt


AND FOR LORD OF BITCHES SHEP:

I spit hot shit & rip you like Wet Scott Towels, you drop Bullshit like Male Cow's Bowels
If people think you Smell Foul Now, wait till I let your Body Rot after you Shot for ya Big Loud Mouth
Little Herb hides in his Secret Garden but they Found Out Now! (As we all Laugh Out Loud)
20 Wins and you still can't get in Elite, Like I mailed your fuckin legs to you I'm Sendin Defeat
I'm endin this Beef, Although I went solo I write Contagious Rhymes Like I'm Pennin Disease
Offendin me? Please - you ain't shit, more like a Fart in the Breeze
Catch you Apart From Your Team, and your fear's evident as you Startin To Scream
But lose your breath as I rip your spine Apart From Your Spleen
Blind Spit? now I bet you Startin to See, but ain't nothin you capable of ever Fuckin with Me
This Killa-Cali fo real, get that West-Side outta ya Avatar, like dead Organ Donors You don't even Have a Heart
You Jumpin in crew forums & Pumpin Your Fake Rep, now it's about time that My Fist & Your Face Met
Mista big shot could never drop tha Hot Shit Himself, so he gots to Beg other mufuckas to Give Him Some Help
I'ma stand tall, hit hard & Break You and Yours off Swingin - you gonna Cry, Puke and Bleed till you Stop Breathin
I woulda spent time on this to have Ready some Pre-Written, but you such a herb it would Already be Pre-Bitten
I'm the Truth - spit fire to burn you to Blackened Crisp, you a Liar - got a job at Pringles to say you that Stackin Chips
How you Make Up so much shit? Maybe It's Maybelline…after the rep you get from this, you prolly Kicked off Ya Team
I coulda kept it simple but you seem to like Complexity, you couldn't be close to dope if you Stood Right Next To Me
I'm gifted and talented as you can tell from Testin Me, even if I gave you my dick you couldn't get the Best of Me
You holla at a Whole Crew but can't look at me Eye-2-Eye, that's cuz you're all talk and no action like kids in Jr. High












Bitch Shepney:

I spit hot shit & rip you like Wet Scott Towels, you drop Bullshit like Male Cow's Bowels
If people think you Smell Foul Now, wait till I let your Body Rot after you Shot for ya Big Loud Mouth
Little Herb hides in his Secret Garden but they Found Out Now! (As we all Laugh Out Loud)
20 Wins and you still can't get in Elite, Like I mailed your fuckin legs to you I'm Sendin Defeat
I'm endin this Beef, Although I went solo I write Contagious Rhymes Like I'm Pennin Disease
Offendin me? Please - you ain't shit, more like a Fart in the Breeze
Catch you Apart From Your Team, and your fear's evident as you Startin To Scream
But lose your breath as I rip your spine Apart From Your Spleen
Blind Spit? now I bet you Startin to See, but ain't nothin you capable of ever Fuckin with Me
This Killa-Cali fo real, get that West-Side outta ya Avatar, like dead Organ Donors You don't even Have a Heart
You Jumpin in crew forums & Pumpin Your Fake Rep, now it's about time that My Fist & Your Face Met
Mista big shot could never drop tha Hot Shit Himself, so he gots to Beg other mufuckas to Give Him Some Help
I'ma stand tall, hit hard & Break You and Yours off Swingin - you gonna Cry, Puke and Bleed till you Stop Breathin
I woulda spent time on this to have Ready some Pre-Written, but you such a herb it would Already be Pre-Bitten
I'm the Truth - spit fire to burn you to Blackened Crisp, you a Liar - got a job at Pringles to say you that Stackin Chips
How you Make Up so much shit? Maybe It's Maybelline…after the rep you get from this, you prolly Kicked off Ya Team
I coulda kept it simple but you seem to like Complexity, you couldn't be close to dope if you Stood Right Next To Me
I'm gifted and talented as you can tell from Testin Me, even if I gave you my dick you couldn't get the Best of Me
You holla at a Whole Crew but can't look at me Eye-2-Eye, that's cuz you're all talk and no action like kids in Jr. High