Your rymes -Are-Forced , Faulty-Endorsed , Consider Ya Head And Ya Neck Divorced From skills Torch

I`m Givin This Cat A Charge Of Dead-Rush, Till His Vest-Thrusts, Rib Cage Crushed Ta Dust And His Heads-Plush~ This B!tch Is About As Hard As Bread-Crust With His Dress-Up And Skull Leaking Red-Rust Like Ketchup~
Your A Fraud Now Fess-Up !!!!!....It`s Just The Beginning Faggot....

The Four Pound-Will-Humble, Ground-Will-Crumble, Ya Crown-Will-Stumble~
Ya Brain Will Drown-And Fumble Around In A Blood Puddle~
Huddled With Ya Head No Where To Be Found Just To Be Suttle~(WHAT)
Be Found In A Crypt Tied Up With Ya Face Crimped And Ya Legs Clipped~
From There Cartiladge Casing And Fillet-Hips From Grenade-Scripts~
Don`t Bother Ya Played-B!tch , I Reached In Ya Heart And All That Came Out Was Aged-Sh!t~
So Face-It Ya Style Is BASIC, I`ll Hand You Ya lungs And Ya Breath...You Can Save-It~

uppin fo nutcrackers verse, but ima judge yo verse skillmatic, its iight but i felt like it was too clogged up wit multi's, i mean if i battled ya, well i don't know we gon have ta see

SHIT CRTITTIC I AINT KNOW YOU WAS A VABEACH CAT IM A NEWPORT NEWS CAT MYSELF AND STILL THE VERSE IS HOT NO DOUBT BUT ITS SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVE TO SPIT WRITTING IT HERE WILL CONFUSE PEOPLE IT DOES SEAM A BIT CLUTTERED

straight up my prigga, you latin, what you be son? i'm puerto rican, originally from tha bronx

what the fuck is up with skillmatic
U nuthin but a fool and a dick addict
Fuck u up like the cunt of female rabbits
Kick ya head and eatin ya mum out while I'm at it.
Whats all this stompin shit u think u a fuckin earthquake
U gettin rushed like tysonthrow u down so hard it'll make the earthshake
U unuseful like motorcycle ashtrays
I pass ya burnin ass like I pass jays
little 14 year old thug wannabe
listen to too much jermaine dupri
it takes a nation of billions to move me
Make u scream like a bitch at the movies
Y'all sound like something that came out the toilet,
so I'm gonna jump in so I can foil it
My rhymings so hot it's as if I boiled it
I'll rap my lyrics round so tight u can't uncoil it
Your murdered and all fucked up and red
Your vision's blurred and your tucked up in bed
this is just a tester
next time i'll infest ya
like a wirded cancer
you'll jump around like some line dancer
Yo flow is rubbish
Mine is thuggish
You'll be eating sushi
if u ever try to goof me
hanging on by a thread
the shit comin outa yo head
is motherfucking dead
like u never been fed
u sound like margeret thatcher
next time i'll just twat ya
it's imminent death
u sound like u farted
while u on yo last breath
I'm just gettin started
This ain't no battle
To me u just cattle
Ever get intyo a fight
I'll rush u like suge knight
Look the fuck out
mcnc on the loose
Your on your last droplet
While I'm fulla juice
Please don't complain
Trying to maintain
You'll die in vain
I'm invincable like david blaine

wtf? my verse was wack again but oh well, can we get this voting over with?

skills eatin-fake-emcees with punchlines after lunchtime so tight I dont even-take-shits... // instead I'm releasin-names-quick on tha mic with Vomit heavin-sprayin.. // relievin-game-wins-rise up through my windpipe in-rhymes hittin-minds.. // splittin-lives in half like simease-twins... while this King's none existent like chinese-tits.. // so try-me-bitch... and like raped teens I'll leave your nighty-ripped.. // I fight-wit-fists to swell up nutcrackers sight-wit-lids till he's not qualified to eye-witness.. // instead he's livin in tha woods like snow white with seven blind-midgets.. // when "light-switches" to night-scriptures like horror-"flicks".. // I forward-flip scripts that got tha King's mouth in awwww like my dick towards-lips.. // to-pour-jizz through his mouth's orifice like pourage till he forfeits.. //
they call me tha lowly jack ripper whose soul begat Hitler...//
holdin' gatz triggered ta leave fony mcs "holyer" than "christ in a goalie mask" NIGGA!//
i'm only half killah yet i'm "blessed wit' thiz sh!t" everytime i spit those "HOLY CRAP!" scripturez...//
boldly act biggah when i shred a whore wit' Ephesians...//
let 'im force wit' tha breathin', givin' you reasons you betta off wit'cha legion...//
nevah soft wit' tha speeches, tha "illest vet" you evah saw even if i'm metaphorically speakin'!//
forevah lord to these heathens, willin' ta show any nigga my rock hard fury...//
itchin' ta "rip thiz @#%$ ta shredz" like picz from a "dog fart series"!//
i'm all smart theories mixed wit' a pinch of a thug...//
lynchin' thiz scrub, ya wonder why in tha ring they call me tha King of tha rug...
lets get this voting on pls !!

Hey yo,
I make u feel wack enuff fo u to feel like toppin ya self due to suicidal depression
Hangin from a the curtain rail/head swollen with deoxygenated blood like u held in a hit since last weeks smack session
U nuthin but a punk thats like george michael but mo of a bitcher
u r unable to see this do u get the mutha fucking picture?
You'll have to be able to fly and swim to the sun to be hot and land shit
But that ain't gonna happen cos ya allergic to rappin so you'll have to take anutha bite of someone elses sandwich
I be makin niggaz feel so minimum that you'll break up to the consistency of cinamman
U emcess cheap like mdf I'm killin em like chronic patients compared to athletes I'm iller-than-em
Baseball bats to skulls be connectin like electrons to protons in atoms
I don't care if u from anutha planet cock suckin fakers I get at-them and get passed around to other killas like relay batons
You get blown up like oklahoma buldings or the funbags of lola ferrari
Comparin me to u is like Bill gates network to a clapped out atari
Like a 750lb nigga sittin on a bmx witout wheels u ain't gonna get very far with me
Cos u get put in a exitless dark room, it's hard for u escape from me let alone me bein hard to see
Ya brain or what's left of it is tryin to think can I beat him/ fuck nah bitch thats retorical
I kick and punch yo ass so far back that you'll end up in books that's historical

Ya ego and soul gets sucked and flattened into a vaccum
Even if u lay ya eyes on me u gonna be needin the bathroom.

I don't give a fuck if u a slit eye, American or from the United Kingdom mu'fucka u dumb
so as far as I'm concerned u can suck my dick and swallow the exiting cum
Big ass warriors switch to sissie mode when I spit half a bar
I'll bust u up worse than what the cops did to Escobar
U like water to me, u wet like a pussy and my lyrics go through u like whales spittin sonar
So basically I'm unfuckwithable
u just be gettin irritable
u get separated apart like a word converted into a syllabul

U the king of the rug because u get stepped on and u do ya purpose cos I fed u so much shit u unfillable
U ain't takin shits cos the feces can't get round penises so it comes out the mouth on here and no one is feelin this
cos your a muthafucking bitin faggot
with a dick the size of an underdeveloped maggot
Ya boyfriend reached for it but was unable to grab it
Even with 1 a ya feathers ya I can kill ya ego when I stab it

U say rock hard fury but itsmy duty to implement
the destruction of your pebble into sediments
with my lyrics in the nature that they eloquent
RIP is the only given sentiment

i dont know if your suppose to vote yet but ne way skillmatic came harder on both verses and won this battle his second verse was better, hey can all vote on my battle against A1G2b
vote=skilmatic

^^FUCK NAH^^

UP TO DA TOP.

yo nutcracker im cool w/ the shit laid down..so im just waitin for some more votes..so yeah 5 votes to win..3-0 takes it ok?

Weak Battle But My Vote Goes To Skillmatic, Cuz He Had Better Flow And Better Wordplay...

First to 5 i reckon, is that aight wit u?