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Signin' in dog....1

I'm gonna drop around 17 bars....don't know about u....1

~in

i'll try match yours as near as possible

good luck

Gulliotine…you shouldn’t showed up dog cause now I’m a display anger with ease like little kids that hold up 4’s/
Your lyrics get blown out of proportion, like rumors that really never happened before/
You gonna need more action then whores, to go against me…cause I like fashion with 4’s/
I’m a be like Hannibal, make you eat your brain, but even then you couldn't speak your mind/
The world will see you as a rapper, when the streets go blind/
Gettin' rid of me is like throwin' a ghost in a pool/
Nothing gonna happen dog…plus you a fag, the toast in your mouth and watch you drool/
And don’t contradict on the way I spit, cause me and you facing off is like going to war with a mack and fifth/
I got the fully loaded mack, you with a fifth with no bullets in it bitch/
Cause you softer then my dick after I nut/
You gonna be after me like Will Smith after I cuss (curse)/
How you gonna shoot the gat, when your bullets scared to fly like they got Aviatophobia/
I spit this verse before I got Pneumonia, so imagine if I write when I’m sick…it’s a crazy thought like Shaq and Kobie huh/
Your flow don’t matter to me cause your bars came with a receipt/
Tell your ghostwriter he ain’t better then me, he better take a seat/
The only way you’ll be a G, is if you were after F/
And if you were after F, I leave your shirt like you spilled pasta on your chest/

[hook]
guillotine, that notorious renegade, Aint no muthafuckin serenade //
This money bags punk like an “impotent” penis; needs to “elevate” //
Spittin this dope bomb’s explosive, time to celebrate //
This a “battle” kid, why you tryin to “collaborate?” //

Ya signed in on Monday eyes full of fear, lookin up to ya “peer” //
Upset our paths crossin, wid cha eyes full of tears //
Cause when I told ya I got cha “back,” fool got da wrong idea //
I went to ya house, ripped out ya “spine” and took it back here //
I got you mangled at insane maniac “angles” like “Kurt” //
When ya bleedin in the dirt, ya concerned ya feelings hurt //
I’m like spittin obscenities, peeps sit up, take notice //
Full of jealousy, no one gets that from ya bitch~ass hoe~diss //
Wack, like odds of infinity to one, got no chance absolutely //
Truly, coward, you be like miss Briggs-Mathers, just sue me //
Some things come at ya, some things just come to ya //
But who da kid dat bust rhymes that flow right through ya? //
I knew ya, wasn’t all that ill, but ya talking bout skill //
Better write ya will at the table as I take ya for ya last meal //

[hook]
guillotine, that notorious renegade, Aint no muthafuckin serenade //
This money bags punk like an “impotent” penis; needs to “elevate” //
Spittin this dope bomb’s explosive, time to celebrate //
This a “battle” kid, why you tryin to “collaborate?” //

ayo

moneybags had a solid verse easy to read thru the whole thing
Gulliotine…you shouldn’t showed up dog cause now I’m a display anger with ease like little kids that hold up 4’s/
Your lyrics get blown out of proportion, like rumors that really never happened before/
You gonna need more action then whores, to go against me…cause I like fashion with 4’s/
I’m a be like Hannibal, make you eat your brain, but even then you couldn't speak your mind/
that hannibal shit was coo, that whole part was nice


gulliotine shit was coo, lost flow at sometime, but he was holdin, the hook was a nice touch
Ya signed in on Monday eyes full of fear, lookin up to ya “peer” //
Upset our paths crossin, wid cha eyes full of tears //
Cause when I told ya I got cha “back,” fool got da wrong idea //
I went to ya house, ripped out ya “spine” and took it back here //

shit was ok, u didn't have to much to quote on/


i think moneybags took this with betta punches and a more complex verse

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D.L.W

1-0 me uppin'

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Uppppppinnnn this shit

umm...
first of all, respect to both MCs

F-Money Bags: your flow was aiight, tight at times then kinda lagged too, but its koo, you had some tight rhymes with a little wordplay, some of your punches hit and some where off the subject(opponent) but its koo, they still count as punches... respect to you

guillotine: hahaha, nice hook, liked the first two lines of it, you had flow... a tad bit of wordplay... not much punches, if there was punches... my bad that i didn't see 'em... but its koo dawg, you know how to rhyme, madd respect

overall, i think f-money bags stole this, upped with flow and disses

respect


peace

2-0 me uppin'......wow we got two votes.....uppin' for more