Aight, 8-15 lines, no feeding, dr, hate

Ill spit in 5-10

Keyed

Shit, gunit, here on RB, you the bottom of the ocean
Actin like a C Walker when ya doin the locomotion
Feel the notion, ya suck dick like its goin outta style
Been blowin for a while, and everyone here is knowin ya rhymes are vile
You gon bite right? copy and paste from 50 cent
Need hype tyke? well, yall can relate to something, you both been with many men
Fill your head with so many holes its like you wearin a mesh hat
Ya dead cat, scraped you off my tires and snapped ya head back
Quit makin challenges, youll have regret this after you see who accepted
g unit's what ya rep kid? well get out ya 50 backpack and hope you packin a medkit//

my bad, selected poll stead of battle, check the other one i made and whoever mods this can close this one an leave tha battle one open

you spit first to set da tone/
but i got rhymes you cant candone/
call me fitty it dont fuckin matter/
cuz i'm leavin dis battle wit ur heart ona platter/
fifty yeah i couldnt be shot nine times/
but i'ma kill ya wit less than nine lines/
holdya ransom you best meet my demand/
u da hypnotist but i got u unda my command/
i'm suckin dick? u da one on his knees wit Yo head back/
u tossin salads on da corner for fake crack/
fill my head wit holes, u clame in yo raps/
the only gun u got is plastic wit paper caps/