Rules:
first to 5 votes win
3-0 is Ko
no crew or DickRidin' votes
must reply within 3 days or it counts as a no show
i'll spit first

Through the scripts, I take snipets of ya life when I spit/
Effects the intellect to compress a ‘killa’ when he’s brushin with death/
Let me address.…this battle wont last long once my rhymes are in effect/
express throo a certain rhyme scheme like it’s a code to dress/
scorching heat burn ya brain so ya thoughts are ‘smoked’ out of ya frame/
crackin craniums- insane, explain pain when it feels ya tounge is in chains/
no more lyrical saliva to spit with…as if ya lip muscle is strained/
if you wanna elavate this beef..i’ll take it to the USDA/(meat inspection place)
professionally certify, rhymes are fortified- no compramise/
im too complex- your nuerons flexed to the extent that they considered irrelavent/
suspeneded in mid air…you still wouldn’t elevate.../ excruciate- hit you with bullets-cus ya verse is not worth the wait/
killa nodding his head, not cus he agree’s but because he’s with his friends in his moms bed!!/
damn, did I humiliate you enough?, you shoulda neva came to the call out..well it wasn’t my fault you didn’t have the right stuff/
when you lose, I’ma dispatch the reaction you --get--, from a walkie-talkie, and still call my benevolent/

you better watch it holmes, wont roc the mic...i'll 'rock' ya dome...
send body shots 'til i pop ya bones, and wont stop for moans...
and wont stop 'til the cops ge phoned...
even when they come i'll cock the chrone...
I'm in the 'pop-sh!t' zone...
on ya porch...hit you on ya celly like..."you better skip-town, do NOT come home"....
f*ck you!....X-p~m...get laid deep fast...
6-feet with your weak styles and fugaizee raps....
and if the punches aint hurt...i'll let the bullets in this thang squirt...
before you holla 'One'...n!gga learn to spell YOUR name first...
i'm committed to the game jerk, but i'll let the aim flirt...
i'm tryna see ya spine collapse and ya brain burst...
i'm talkin..... more than dirty jeans and a stained shirt...
you'll be in pain worse, it's a shame this lame sensative bastard couldn't sustain birth....
i'm One...so in plain words, you better hope a plane works...
death is the only way out....so you bout to leave plain earth!...
i give you zero for every sentence percentage...i end sh!t...
and win this...cuz you whack with no punchlines just all pinches...

its comming back to me slowly but surely!

vote X-P~M

he had way harder punchlines and multis. good battle overall though.