Rules :
5 - win
No crew/hate/dickriding/ votes
10-15 lines
1 hour to post
Ight ill spit first

Hold no grudge, not even a judge can bring a verdict/
Because the way you lose a match jus comes together perfect/

No contest with slow context in motion, i spit grammar a
skool teacher couldn't correct/
It's like lyrically "cuffin-your-ventricles" cuz I'm puttin
you in "cardiac-arrest"/

At your rate you battlin me is like you "surpassin'-dracula",
it's simply a "miss-stake"/
Like gas prices over America, my rhymes ain't bout to
de-flate/

Burstin wit words, fuck meters, with my verse I create a
diversion/
The only way you rhyme clean is if you spit those
"unwanted-lines" through detergent/

Surgeon General's warning says it's OK to "smoke" ya
competition/
Choppin game up so much it's like makin' "incisions" in my
opposition/

My rhymes are far too astute and shrewd for your mind to be
able to compute/
Dissolve ya bars through amonia and hydro-chloric chemical
solute/

This nigga battled restricted and he lost 5 to 1/
I bet u sucked some niggas dick for that nigga to say u won/

Drop ya verse meters .................................................. ......................................

goooooooooooooooo dawg . .

Damn Nigga DROP YOUR FUCKING VERSE................ Im not gonna post again cuz u got about 20 more minutes and ur out so we will see

good verse Yung. I'll hit this up when Meters posts if he does. I wanna see this battle. Should be hot

Meters bakes Yung's cracked clay on a tray of dissaray/
Until he breaks the mold and admits that he lacks the skills to fairly enter the fray/

Google search: Clever wordplay, now it's time for his prewrite/
'Finishing my verse in a minute doesn't arouse suspicion, right?'/

YungHeadWrecka negates the difficulty of the opposition/
What would he do if he lost his prewite, not write a verse at all and just listen?/

He types from the laptop in his closet I assume/
Because the last contact he had with poon is when he exited the womb/

His immense skills are inate maybe, because he was a premature baby/ God was playing a game with Lucifer called 'create the personification of scabies'/

Even if i was on an island your punches couldn't touch my style/
While i'm launching tomahawks, all you've got is a miss-isle/

Your structure cums out like a flow of conscious stream,/
While mine erupts with the power of a thousand geisers screamin' 'wet dream!',

Your battle record is two times loss, five times reign sup-reme/
It's a good thing that you have dick riding friends who don't mind getting their asses reamed/

I'm sure that death could improve your position at rapbattles.com/
Because you're already a dummy for n00bs to WRECK their cherries on without a condom donned/

My rhymes are my spawn, and two attack, one named de-feat, the other purg-atory/
Because once i've purged the board of you, you'll grovel at my feet and declare my glory/

YungHeadWrecka should think thrice before he responds because he ain't gonna smoke this herb/
I don't want his mind to be blurred before he hears the final word, the best he could do was third/

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tobacco pipe smoker
escobar, your life is over
justify the righteous nova
bullets flew out his right shoulder

Sorry, i didn't know you were going to post so damn quickly! I thought you were taking an hour too but you posted in two minutes.

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tobacco pipe smoker
escobar, your life is over
justify the righteous nova
bullets flew out his right shoulder

Thats 22 lines u needa cut it up some then ppl can vote .

Alright, hold on........
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tobacco pipe smoker
escobar, your life is over
justify the righteous nova
bullets flew out his right shoulder

Thanx playa at least u play by da rules but nice verse............................................. .................................

Meters bakes Yung's cracked clay on a tray of dissaray/
Until he breaks the mold and admits that he lacks the skills to fairly enter the fray/

Google search: Clever wordplay, now it's time for his prewrite/
'Finishing my verse in a minute doesn't arouse suspicion, right?'/

Even if i was on an island your punches couldn't touch my style/
While i'm launching tomahawks, all you've got is a miss-isle/

Your structure cums out like a flow of conscious stream,/
While mine erupts with the power of a thousand geisers screamin' 'wet dream!'/

Your battle record is two times loss, five times reign sup-reme/
It's a good thing that you have dick riding friends who don't mind getting their asses reamed/

My rhymes are my spawn, and two attack, one named de-feat, the other purg-atory/
Because once i've purged the board of you, you'll grovel at my feet and declare my glory/

YungHeadWrecka should think thrice before he responds because he ain't gonna smoke this herb/
I don't want his mind to be blurred before he hears the final word, the best he could do was third/

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tobacco pipe smoker
escobar, your life is over
justify the righteous nova
bullets flew out his right shoulder

There we go dawg, it was painful but we're now at 14.
Good verse............................................. ......................
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tobacco pipe smoker
escobar, your life is over
justify the righteous nova
bullets flew out his right shoulder

u 2 .