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VOTES
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Ill rap is defined in this battle or not, and if not is the case then it must be JohnnyWatts,
Cuz his lame ass rhymes wont hit the spot, When I knock you to the ground is when ya gonna drop.
Ya gonna bleed so take heed this will leave you in traction,
You think your gonna win but thats the opposite of your action.
You'd listen up sucker if ya werent tone deaf,
You've only written three lines and already theres nothing left.
Catch me if you can but you cant con me in this game,
Im lyricaly on sending blood to ya brain.
Im spinning you around your repping kylie in the background,
Cuz pop music is the new love... that-you've-found.
Im cutting past the pleasentries cuz ya too slow to notice,
Infact how can I hit a guy who's to dumb to diss.
Im taking this battle like he's a baby with a rattle,
He's trying to sway votes like lynford sways his tackle.
The only thing you'll hit is when you strike a pose,
Your more fake as a rapper than Michael Jacksons nose.....