rules::
unlimited bars
5 votes wins
3 is ko
no haters
spit asap

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u spit first

u gonna spit any time soon

ill try but i got otha stuff to do and why do u want me to spit first cuz feeding off verses isnt allowed sucka.......
so just spit when ya got time

~out~

just spit home boy god damn

spit du u always have a damn excuse and its always the same

iight fuck u ima drop it brb

You might win after all the Chinese Cheated Slavery_
Ya balls must be growing 'Son' cause comin VS me you-need-bravery_
So what you nominated as the Boss-of-tha-site_
Get you constipated to where you coff-up-tha-mic_
In this war I'll swing at ya, shit, I'll deploy rounds too_
I'll throw you in 'acid', and see what it 'boils' down to_
Ya' own boys doubt you, kid ya know ya flow has lost it_
And if you do reach ur peak, I'll fuckin throw you off it_
I really dont like you, the truth explodes in this thread_
I just 'bottled' my feelings up, to smash it over ya head_
You can call me plaque after I beat this awful whore_
Cuz he'll need to 'brush' his teeth, 'sweep' them off the floor_
Doc we losin em, cryin bitch I'ma start abusin em_
And played lines were ok, Until you started usin em_
Look at this fuck comin into Mr. Ill's sections_
My 'lines are bullets' an they go in 'one ear an out the other' like 'history lessons'_
Im sick with brains, you just refrain, nigga get hit then slain_
This fag ass nigga supports more dicks then Hanes_(WHOA!)
Nigga-I-CAN-rap-like-YOU-too-BITCH_
I'll be 1 an you're 'number 2' like 'pencils used by school kids'_ (Himself)
Serve-ya-Files, 'Moderatin Marathons' and couldn't 'Work-a-Mile'_
I'll 'Floor-your-Bars' cuz I believe In being 'Verse-a-Tile"_
How Are You Gonna Ever Deliver a Win with Ya Boy-Thoughtz_
Make like an Asian Justin Timber, "Cry Me a River" Of Soy-Sauce_
---------SWITCH THIS SHIT ON THIS KID-----------
The Point of Attack when Crackin ya Bones is Exactly Known, it’s like I’m Attackin my Clone _
Bring The Strap Back to it’s Home, Cause’ ya “Can’t Stand my Lines” like “Trapeze Artists that are Accident-Prone”_
The Rhymez ya Testin’ Define-Aggresion, og is Expectin’ to see, Split ya Spine-in-Sections_
Punches are only One Supply of Weapons, So In this Match you’ll “Never See The Prize” like “Blind Contestants”_
Leave ya Blue Prints Humbled, you Knew ya were Doomed for Trouble_
Even If You Were A Chinese Kitchen Chef, you Couldn't 'Serve' Me on The Double_
Spark this Snake, I Boil Serpants, Ya wont get the Crown, but I’ll make u my First Loyal Servant_
This Boy is Allergic to ILLness while I Wash my Clothes in Poisoned-Detergants _
I know how ya Viewin Me, at First you Said I was too Serious...now you can Say im Takin it too Extreme_
Breakin Through ya Splean, I Rule the Scene, Your Not “Seein’ any of my Flowz” like “Vacant Atlantis Communities!!”_
I Hold tha Throne, Kill ya brain Cell Signalz then Explode ya Dome_
Ya Runnin outta Air Time, and I don’t mean Stolen Phones_
I Play This Puppet, So Full of shit hes ran out of places to stuff it_
Im Like Clouds To His "Reign"(rain) how this kat will never be above it_

hurry if u dont show in 5 mins ur dq'ed

damn i didnt mean writ e a fuckin essay u dumbass and how long that take u to right down?u should be dq'd but wtf ill spit later

hey u can have the win i dont feel like writin a fuckin essay iight

but u win good verse

keep it up

punk

i need votes here

tight verse