Normal Rules Dawg ...
3 - 0 = KO
First to 5 Votes Wins ...
No D/R, Hatin' all that shit blah blah blah ...

Seeing as I spit first last time, I'm gonna allow you to go first on this shit...

20 BARS MAX ...
Spit that shit Dawg ...

aight gimme 3 min.

FLASH ALERT!!!this is your local station
There’s serial killer on your block, and yes he’s Caucasian
this is the rematch, you must be a bit nervous
you should quit rhymin, you'd do the world a good service
everyone can see you beatin off, PLEASE close your curtains
my words are bullets, so your pride is what i'm merkin
you seem gay, are you spittin, or are you flirtin?
i'm gunnin for you, and believe me, i'm not swervin
you drink liquor for fun, pleazzzz, i snort bourbon
you wanna blow up? ... move to irag…., here's a turbon
you take a bus to work, i'm just put 28's on my surburn
you're the type to claim a benz, and say, "well, It's not workin"
you want respect, but a bad name is all you earnin
i might not change the world, but i can make yours stop turnin
my punches might be weak, but i'm always on point
but I’m battlin BLAZE, this cat couldn’ t blaze a joint
I’ll let him spit whack shit, and beat down his-self
You ain’t a thug, put your water pistol back on the shelf
Your rhymes are whack man, you really need help
I thought I told you, I’m bad for your health
You’re a pussy,
You shouldin be holdin a mic, you should be hold a douche
I had to quit fuckin your mama, she was burnin my bush
Now I’m fuckin you in this battle……how’s your tush?

damn yo, where'd you go?

??????>>>>>>????????

you gonna post?

Oh shit ... my bad dawg, I just got off work ... gimme 10 minutes, and I'll post my shit ... WARNING ... I'm killin' your verse ...
Pz

lol, you prolly will, but atleast i got heart

FAG ALERT, FAG ALERT!!! Cuz that’s what I’m battlin’
Try to RIDE wit me you better jump on your saddle-son//
Now you’re rattled-son, cuz I just started and you already lost this battle-son
It doesn’t matter-son, I forgot your horse here’s two guys, you can straddle-one//
Ain’t that fun? Losin’ to me … what … is this the second time?
Haven’t you learned … YOU CAN’T PUT OUT A GOOD LINE//
Let alone a WHOLE RYME … If I’m a dollar, then you’re a dime
10% of me ain’t bad, cuz a rapper like me is hard to find//
Atleast you ADMIT your shit comes at me WEAK
When mine come at you like missles that seek raw meat in the desert heat//
That must be why I’m missin when I’m battlin’ you
Cuz your shit’s FAR FROM HOT, Now I’m turnin’ it black and blue//
It’s time for round two … after I practically KO’d you at first
With my fists of furry comin’ at you, I know that shit hurts//
That’s why it works, I can tell the last battle deep down it lurks
It creeps back up on you in your sleep and drives you bizurke//
That’s why you wake up every night with sweaty palms and limbs
Funny shit is, you’re letting me do it to you again//
You ain’t my friend, and you’re not gettin’ another battle from me
Put down he MIC quit actin’ like you’re a bad ass EMCEE//
Cuz you AIN’T at MY pace and that’s something you’ll never be
Talkin’ shit to me … I hand out rymes like yours for cheaper then FREE//
I actually gotta pay niggas to vote on this cuz they hate readin’ your shit
I guess this is the ONLY time you see money for the shit that you writ//
Eat a CLIT … Cuz I don’t give fuck not even a little bit
Cuz my shit’s so sick it eats you up like you do with the DICK//
Now I’m through wit you for the second time straight
Straight? Not you! You’re gay … I got a few more bars just wait//
I’ll leave you with this illusion set you STRAIGHT from the confusion
I’ve got NO shit to prove-son But when I murder you it’s gruesome//
It was ONE but now it’s a TWOSOME my fingers hurt so I’m through-son
I’ll tear out your lungs and bruise-one You’re KO’d and you know it’s true-son//

ewwwww, that was nasty son

nice battle, we just have to completely different styles, but you can flow. props

i'm still uppin for votes........

2

Uppin'

damn yo, we can't get any votes in this ma fucka