15 lines
I spit first
first 5 wins...

Ok checkin in.... tell me if you see this dice roller............................................ ........

i see it..
lets see wat you got playa
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Aight this is jus done quick so bring what you will playa.... no beef...

This kid comes clean reppin str8 from St.Paul...
That must be the minister who raped him in the choir hall//

I take polaroids of my victims like deranged mad men...
Like Vanilla Ice i'll make your ass a one hit has ben//

Jason Vorhees and that nigga Michael Myers...
Sit there an spit while your life expires//

My lines aren't like art they actually take skill...
sharp like a butcher knife will scar and kill//

I can't believe I'm battlin this Nigga Dice-Roller...
Slicin off his arms n legs, leavin him in a baby-stroller...
This kid musta forgot his mic in his drink holder//

Thats where it belongs not infront of his mouth...
You'd know hed rather be on his knees headin down south//

Lyrics end this kid like a mic turned to uzi...
Spits have him twistin and turnin, he cant right his verse back cuz hes woozy!//

Peace....

Aight Spit Dice man.......................................... make it count.............................................

I hope you aint tryin to feed off my verse Dice man, that shit would be weak as fuck. Hurry up n spit... this aint no waiting room. spit yo shit.

Lyrics end this kid like a mic turned to uzi...
Spits have him twistin and turnin, he cant right his verse back cuz hes woozy!//

Change RIGHT to WRITE my bad guys... I dont want to edit cuz that would be fucked, but make that change.

25 mins since you checked in an you still havent spit, cmon kid, hurry da fuck up,lol.....................

Cmon Dice Roller, hurry tha fuck up an roll up in here an post ur verse lol.... it dont take this long..........................

uppin this shit so this kid will hurry up and post this, hes probably pre writin it as I type this shit out

Hurry up, spit yo verse and get merked. This is sickening dogg, you even went offline... finish this shit off.

aight yo,,


here imma be spitten, soon you'll feel my shit hitten, everyday even when u shitten/
they gonna come at you like fists, i could beat you with two lyrical line short lists/
my punches have never missed, you supposed to make me pissed, not like a never got kissed/
playa get it right, 2day yo last freesyle night, my shit tight yo's light/
each punch from me ='s 3 point shots, i gotz lotz, you sounds like one them lyrical robotz/
man yo shit retarded, you been discarded b4 i even started/
ill shove you in a barrel, make you a freek like will farrel turn you into a "crow" like sherril/
smoke your bone marrow, imma turn into a tar-row-rist, bomb your house like bin ladin and the towers/
ill drop things for hours, leave black flowers on ur coffin, see now iv soffind you up/
now you know you'v lost, losins a big cost, now you'll be 6 feet under coverd in frost, when its winter/
you aint goin to heavin ur goin to hell, there no one who really care, no one to tell,
i cant brag about beating you, cuz ou just a wanna be rapper too, aint nothin you can do now/
cept get on ur knees and bow down, go find all the bitched in ur town and fuck'em/
b4 i find you, and beat you bloody blue, get the shit all over my shoe/
now after this imma smoke a joint, i proved my point that imma kill you while im high beat you with my boot till ya die

aight sorry that was so long dawg,
i left for a bit, good spit, holla.
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bought fuckin time lol, alright uppin for some votes now nigga, that shit took foreva, least you didnt feed though.