Rules...
All votes count
20 lines ( 10 from each person )
Verses are in
* Stipulation, if me and Wooshy win, Sticky has to take out that we were DQ'd from his sig
If him and Cups win, Sticky gets to take out that i beat him from his sig...
Cups and Sticky are dropping first...



CUPS verse:
when i put that mic to my mouth i feel the urge of violence startin to spout out/
i wanna fight i wanna win so when i spit i spit like the big dogs
unlike cam and wooshy who in the state pen ridin hogs/
if i were on stage all the honies wuld be mackin a craze and id just keep my cool and get on my blaze (weed)
wooshy and cam are like a bunch of bible thumpers and kinda like ass humpers...
no wait make that dick riders for tryin to battle with the rookie's of the stage ...
if you rush us again you gunna feel all my rage!

Sticky's verse:
STOP... before u get humiliated/
how can u go battle to battle gettin eliminated/
ur more of a decrace, than Micheal Jackson/
ur as messed as his face, ur like dinner ur done/
we the real MC's not like whooshy and camarac/
they shit is far from our's, theire shit is wack/
and when we attack, u's bettah watch ur back/
cause it's a fact, that CUPS and sticky are intact/
cause i'm like ernie, he's like bert/
we get togetha and with the girls we flirt/

Wooshy's verse:{/b]

ayo ayo here it goes

ive had enuff of wack ass mc/
dont cry @ me wen no 1 buys yo cd/
im bust yo ass 4 yo own benifit/
ive hit that time of the month were i bust so much shit/
& unlike urs this shit aint pre writ/
im blowin down on this jam/
but wen then we get the votes in & u be dam/
i run rampent all ova this arena/
as wen im dun ull b premoted 2 the cleaner/
ur lucky im not spitin on this mic some shit bout ya mom/

[b]Camarac's verse:

aight bitches...

Im in constant battles with herbs like a gardener with over grown plants
The only way Sticky's shits blowing up is if he get some Pamela Lee implants
Cups, ima rookie but ima step to the plate, then watch you catch a deck-to-ya-face
Against me, ur measures are despereate like havin' sex-wit-your mom, i mean an-ape!
Sticky you're testin-your-fate, tha results ain't-gonna-be-positive, all your answers are wrong
while Cups's rhymes get stranger looks than old folks tryin' to buy-thongs
They say those that don’t learn from history are bound to repeat it ( Ive beat both of them )
Sticky, you didn’t teach me shit, who even wrote your verse? It looks like BackStreet-did!
Ima cut up Cups's asses and spill more colours than a pack of skittles
Then let Wooshy drop his riddle, cuz like Doc's talkin' to animals, ya punches Dolittle...

Upping for some votes!!!!