10 lines max
out of 3
spit first
no bullshit

i spit first and still got the rhyming advantage over 'spittin'
cause you a little dogg. and the only way you can get pussy
if you chasin a kitten
who you shittin?? 10 bars..
for you, thats 10 bars , by far too many
this is like one of my first battles and i dont wanna win to this
petersburg, Va hillbilly..
YO MODERATORS.. HOW DO I THROW THE TOWEL DOWN..
nigga you're whole crew is hicks and i roll deep with niggas
from the TALIBAN.. we dont fuck with pistols or 9's but even a
BB gun holdup will have you cryin..
my image is too hard for you.. you're walmart photo and im
oil on canvas..
im myself and you're the dude that has to steal lyrics from Canibus
the battles over.. i even had the disADVANTAGE..
just unhand it .. you make the feud look like you're the cowboy and im the indian
your the israeli and im the palestinian
you're the victim
IM THE SUICIDE BOMBER.. and im still killin

that shit was wak

i smoother than a jar of jelly/but really i dont think you understand me fully/you dummy/i'll put u in yo misery/ cant nobody spit better than me/and so sad to see, that you got a girl thats more ugly/ than Oscar da Grouch on Sesame Street/im da lighting in da thunder/i'll put ya an extra six feet under/ And i wonder/ if you that nice in da summer/ but u aint cuz u bout to surrender/and ima cut u up as if u were in a blender/ Cuttin yo shit up into small lil pieces/and eat only around you as u were a Reeses/Cuz u cant please this/ and ur da only nigga that can dis this/ So when i see you on da street, dont walk away/ Im near/ cuz im like side view mirrors OBJECTS R CLOSER THAN WHAT THEY APPEAR/ To put a hole in yo chest, cuz im you maker and yo creator thats what i do/and its a resprirator that youll be breathin through/ Im through wit you/u think your smart like Einstein/ cuz i come through wit a glock nine/that'll put a hole in you spine/