blah....hope this isnt slept on like my other battle thats still going...





Twizzle subdued..false, voice heard whether nice or rude..
shit..even holds signs claimin he's gettin fucked by a noob
hate to test ya wit..im instinctively snipin at forgotten crews..
cuz fact is..I remember Warlords..i just dont remember you..
Twizzle Stix? hard to reminisce..ya memory far too distant..
walkin so long unkown..seems like you'll actually reach wit's end..
captivated by my words..spit obsurd, fuck ____ and thats fact kid..
leave herbs to fill in blanks..Twizzle so close to spittin madlibs..*
so spastic..no time to ponder any relevance even in freeze frame..
caught up in confusion..that's how he stumbled upon a screen name..
relying on wit for sharp, bitter remarks..hit hard to no one's likeness..
Avy like spits..while counterparts put bitter end to his preciseness..


*Addlibs it says in his sig...only explanation that foo's might need....peace