Battle Rules:

6 - UNLIMITED Lines
No Crew Votes
No Recycling
No Biting

Minimum posts to vote: 45

Check in by: 01-06-05 at 05:13 PM

Must drop verse in 1440 minutes after check in.

ya rappin skills tha most devistatin thing since tha 9/11 tragedy
kids new ta tha site....n alreadi he bites off cassidy
he jockin cassidy tip wit dat name like it goin outta style
like lil O said..back back gimme 50 miles..
n if u dont u gon still b in my reach
u tweekin like dat nigga from saved by da bell...
i think his name was skreech
this battle gon b a first round knockout
cuz nigga got no clu wut he talkin bout
he claimin he well respected...
...hardly...he sittin at home sayin "dude, dopeboi is NARLEY!"
he think he da jay-z of RV wit his online "label"
shits more of a joke than a "tall-tale-fable"
ol boi still on sum "skeet-skeet shit"
he playin wit balls while he "eat-eat dick"
n nigga got his only win by "forfeit"
now he think he got street fame "for-it"
nigga shouldnt b able to battle wit me
cuz his rhymes is real lame n mines is real "nifty"

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me vs. L~S...i think he cheated tho so check wut i posted b4 u read tha posts...



StAcKiN Gs 'n LiGhTiN dat pUrPlE

open mic

Like 'fat kids, punches, im spittin-heffers', 'ur hand aint hot even wen grippen-peppers'..
'Burry u in sand..wit ur 'Egyption-letter's..'ur to weak for me kid', its like im 'rippen-feathers'..
'Chronic on ya skalp..wouldnt make u a dope-head', go-head..my body is low-bled..
I 'speed over 'dope-heads, 2 wheels like mopeds'..'u could spit again..already ur flows-dead'..
Im 'gifted-an-hated', 'like chefs do chease ur brains 'shifted-an-graded'..
'I smoke on this fagget dope..an make his life dissapear, like his sig-city-faded'..
'Slap-slap..wen i smack smack an crack crack drug dealers like cops-should-do'..
Wats poppin-dude..no blockin-u..an i 'bang out the win' even tho im not on-top-of-you'..
Im not homo tho..ur not the king of smoke no more..i broke-your-crown..
Own-ur-frowns..toes-is-down..in the kasket..its sad that 'dop boi smokes-with-my-town'..
I 'leave blunts to ashes..an send u back-to-the-grave'..like old cigars,
Ya verse-lackin-flav, u obviously..cant touch kids even wit ur, 'michael-jackson-av'..
My votes will 'number yours'..my combo's i throw hit with a '2-1-OH'-whoa..(Oh=0=ZERO)
An 'my bullits will view-on-yo..ass..an put holes in ur skull like threw-one-of-your-O's'..
Make your carcas dirty on the down street, an really make u a Grimey-Nigga-From-Tha-South'..
'Grip-apon-the-couch..as u read this..say-wow..i think now its time,-you-sing-apon-the-ouch'..
'Fastly..i fold-this-bitch'...hold-the-grip..skull-is-ripped..boldiers-split..oldies-hit..
I was right in my former bar..he gay..cuz he 'gon soft' like his away message 'Laundry-Quick'..
U bein good in sum to me that-vexes...'like new cars ready for inspection..all u do is test-it'..
Use ur internal organs as-a-necklace..cant-wreck-it..its ashame 'dope aint Big On Wins even tho he-from-texas'..

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