u spit first
usual voting rules
u have a 24 hour deadline
10-16 lines max

iight dawg drop wheneva ... good luck

u set it up wrong man.....

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INFINITES MP3'S

i kno .... my bad cancel this sht.. my bad i'm gonna do it again

yo yo,
they call me phsykotik killa, im bigger than godzilla/
ill beat you like muhummad ali, - the thrilla in manilla/
u aint got a chance of wininn dis, unless you drop bombs/
i can picture u dancin to this, but only wit pom-poms/
this is an easy win 4 me, it don't matter/
im gunna teabag ya kunt, then serve ya up on a platter/
u cant beat me so turn bak around and start cryin/
al that shit u about to say..u know ur just lyin/
man if i met you i'd wanna crush you, into on oozy custard/
im gunna slit ya throat n spread the blood like mustard/
if i battled ur second RB name..he'd be barely livin to/
u punches all mised me like ur fists are invisible//
man u a weak kunt, u put ur hand on a shoulder/
im a newb, u didn't think my punches would make you colder/
he thinks he's good..but he;s too pussy to put up a fight//
its funny to see this guy act black...NOPE he;s still white//
its funny sein this guy tryin to bust a rhyme/
he goes away n hides-then tells people he did time/
i cant help laughin at this guy tryin to rap like xzibit/
this guy thinks like its a fight, he reckons he still-in-it/
actually this may be a fight, cuz ur out- for- the- count/
u say u mak on bitches, but mommy dont count/
man my punches will spread this guys nose all ova his face/
i paid his mum 5 cents to suk me dik till it ran out of taste/
this tlls everyone he's got a car, and hes fangin/( goin fast)
but ill kik the stool over and leave the kunt hangin!

by the way, the last line is bout his picture

yOo max was 16 lines and u jus did 26 in 12 mnutes PRE-WRITTEN ....... BUT WHATEVA I'LL STILL DROP .................................................. .................................................. .....................................

wtf man, sorry, i ant a two finger typer like you...

~u cling to my dick like u were~static~ur flow's straight~eratic~%%
~i fuken~had it~ ... my rhymes are profesionaly made like ~stillmatic~ ready to explode in yah face like a bomb in an~attic~%%

~u like tyson on pillz all calm and~regulated~%%
~ur shit's disgusting like 2 hippos that jus~mated~ .. seperating the good from the bad like it was~segregated~%%

~i got raging~emotions~with secret lyrical~potions~%%
~i stay in~motion~knocking u on ur ass like a wave in the~ocean~%%

~iight~first~shut up and listen to this~verse~that'll have u leavin in a~hearst~ ..make ur ass~disperse~like a hot~nurse~wit a~purse~in a dark alley ... it's the biddy central ~curse~%%

~your shit is skeptical like the boy in bourne~identity~%%
~pull out the lyrical~remidy~and hit u from all angles like assasins did to kennedy~%%

~i'm gonna stop the pain now and let this newbie swallow his~pride~%%
~happy the bitch~tried~%%
~go commit~suicide~%%
~i'll make sure i'm at ur funeral so i can tell every1 i'm the reason u~died~%%

yah and i did it in 15 lines !!!! like the rules say ...