these are the rules and i aint changin

you spit first
i set up
10 lines max
8 lines min
no b/s votes
no crew votes
no d/r votes
no swayin
no bitchin
if votes arent explained then they wont count


if ur sig is true you aint a newb, spit yo shit

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uppin for this cat to spit........................................
i hate the 100 words thing
blah blah

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ooo srry i jus found this i couldn't find it earlier imma try n git my verse up but i got b-ball.............................................. .................

Leave 007 a nervous wreck, got him so up tite his blood starts clotting
It's morbid the way his torso is warped, absorbing hits from the shotty
Your mind's left stretched, it's like I ripped your brain out your body
I'm the cerebral-assassin, my mentals leave this poor herb a gassed-b*tch
Flesh leave-you-in-plastic, shell's i'm claspin, b*tch look at me when i'm rappin
My word-play hurts-gays especially Helluvagood, my words-spray-wit-pain
Textual heat's insane, my mindframe is set so this nerds-sprayed-wit-flames
Duke needs something to say, he wants something sick so f n' b he quotes
Alright imma giv it to you, you ain't suck.............b*tch you just deep-throat
Keep-close, I eat-those lames, duke ain't need a toaster the way flesh heat-toast

yea...i gave u the wrong rhyme lol hol up i gotta find urs............................................... ..................................................

Get in line, punch ya vest, knock ya heart thru the back-of-ya-chest
Shells shatter, you actin up f*ck you wantin to rap-wit-the-best
Listen up, i'm sayin f*ck you and f*ck the-rest
Bullets splatter, I could paint a picture wit all the blood dat u shed
Ink-drips-like-tears, I leave you restin on ya death-bed
Sink-hits-like-shears, you gon rip me, dats what the rest-said
Flesh write-on, my mind-tricks is time-less, it's like I'm rappin a seance
You either pay-me or hate-me there's no in between
You hate me, you get struck wit beams, nigguh lets hear your scream
You pay me, just look at it dis way, it won't be your body lying dead at the mob-scene