yo... rules and shit have already been astablished so just vote on this battle plz...



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I Drop When you Drop...

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=54452
Above Is The Rules To Me Vs G UNIT BROOKLYN

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=54464
Above Is The Outcome...

Vote For Me..A No Show Vote...He Logged Off...

yo heres my verse :::


creating and manipulating all the while degrating your sorry ass with shady spitz//
you was once a straight G, reppin the flawless now your faggot ass turns down tha ladys tits//
you say yer crews Plantinum as i flaten 'em and you so do what you gotta do//
cuz im gunna keep moving right on through you and your weak ass crew//
you can tell your crews wack, their name implys that their black yet they let white boys pick up the slack//
i chrush you like a tic-tac as i sit back and relax lettin you lose this battle cuz of you got no skill, for real you lack tact//
its a fact when you battle me your askin for a slap in the face your rhymes are a fucking disgrace//
so come, bring your shit but dont slip just get ready to hit with the upmost ill rips//
i kill ya like a pest when i bring no less than the best you know you cant phase my upmost ill scripts//
your Plantinum crew is as worthless as bronze your gay ass is wearin leather like the fonz...'ehhhhh'//
copyin his style giving the two thumbs up, you dumb fuck i killed the fonz there isnt any wack cat i cant slay//




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heres irrs verse :::

wh1te your lyrics are a fucking nightmare, I dunno how you dream to dare/
do you not care? am i not being fair? come on man your lyrical life is in dispair/
this sign reads beware, you've been warned i'm on a power trip like tony blair/
have faith! i hope you are on his free health care, kneel down say the lords prayer/
look at the monitor the life support line is linear, alarm sounds, hand in your battling insignia!/
your rhymes stink of syphillis, herpes and gonorrhea!/
the iron mic comes down from the ceiling you have no idea, it chokes an' prevents ya verbal diarrhea/
it drags you along the floor, swings you round the ground, man you can't take no more/
you are looking sore, the mic has fucked ya ass red raw/
i'm amused, you've been misused and bruised like a man whore/
but sit down, take a rest grab your wheelchair, you need an M.O.T boy a service and repair/
like the flawless you are missin' parts, are you not aware? your crew forum is no longer there!/
dissapeared in a puff of air, as quick as boy george gettin' involved in a gay love affair/
i've seen shit like yours before, this is deja vous, you the lead singer from blink 182?/
"all the small things" was their debut, the same nickname that all the girls i bet call you./