20 line max
poll votes, text votes if tied
4-0 is a KO

deal?

yo yo
u spit first

Do you really think that phony name will relieve ya shame,
you can't even spell chaos right so ya mom is to blame/
her baby's a moron and he enters every match handicapped,
you look gay like a Catholic priest cuz little boys eat up ya cany-raps/
I'm in a top-ranked position to incsrcibe horrific descriptions of ya death in a text battle so vivid,
kid, rappin I live it, you like a toilet so get shitted, if you think you won then forget it/
man look at your sig, if that ain't homo, what is?
poking people in the ass must be your method of win-in/ (ha ha a gay win inside the ass)

I see you got split personalities and two of them is feminine, (his avatar)
if only one third of you is man, if you won that would make you a heroine/
my punches belittle your verses like a street baller verses Julis Erving,
the only way that your shit could beat me is if you infect me with your annual herpes/

You suck in ya flows like the throat of pro-hoes,
and you too sensitive for text cuz theses punches bloody ya nose/
I cock an reload while you stop and think slow,
my verbs are so radiant that they give off pretty pink glows/
but you wearing pink clothes cuz ya boyfriend thinks it's kinky,
and evey night before bedtime, he makes you play wit his slinky/
I'm knock yo game of the map like hands across chess boards,
you whack in ya come-backs because it's a crook against a drug lord/

Ay Look






Pair-a-dyce playin wit Pair-a-nuts bending over and takin it in the butt.
You didn't read the notice when you registered? No wanna be gangstas, that puts me one step ahead of ya.
You had to know comin in to this battle that you had no chance,little boys dont want that, pull up yo pants.
I keep tryin to stress, through all this mess, that I'm leavin five inch holes in faggot's chests.
How you let your rhymes get so loose?I think it's time you gave 'em back to mother Goose.
You puttin your life into bein a rapper?It'll turn out a disaster, quit foolin yourself,you aint no master.
you have no clue what bein a gangsta is all about, sneak up on ya wit out a sound, take these Dyce and roll 'em on out.
I didn't want a walk in the park, i wanted a challenge,no hoes,no jokes and especially no dudes tossin salad.

Kill 'em wit tha quikness, infest there brains like i was a sickness, leave em dead in tha street wit no witness.
You goin against me you goin against a killa,make you look worse than the dudes on Michael Jacksons thrilla.
You tryin to rap is like Webster tryin to play ball, jus remember dawg, you can't walk before ya learn ta crawl.





out.

both were nice but pairs was better....better puches and delivery...good battle.....need poll votes on my battles...lets keep the favors goin

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Blessed wit Skillz

yea Pair did good. nice

yeah i gotta go wit pair to on punches

movin dis joint