Here we go... 30 line max. 3 straight votes is a k.o., or first to 5. No dick ridin' votes, no crew votes, blah, blah, and all that bullshit...

Damn Blunt_MC, what took so long, it's about time you address me//
I must have ya shook, I can't think of another reason why you’d neglect me//
I guess ‘cuz I’m ya rival you try an threaten me, but what’s the fuckin’ point, it ain’t like u can get to me//
It's been like damn near 2 days since I dissed you//
And you just now gonna respond with soft shit I can easily rip through//
Not only are you weak, you a bitch too, you lucky we on the net ‘cuz if we were on the fuckin’ streets I would kill you, if beefin’ was the issue//
Roach ass nigga I’ll step on ya with my sneaker and squish you//
Fuck all the B.S to get through, I'd appreciate it if we could just skip to the part where I murder ya ass and leave you to mildew//
Rest in peace, little bitch dude//
Fuck you and ya coalition, y’all nothin’ more than a collective body of ho's and bitches who wish you was as tight as this nigga E is//
The method in which I compose my lyrics, my flow is wicked, any nigga that goes against E, is confronted with smokin 50's, getting’ blown to tidbits//
I imagine your verse, no talent, I see nothing//
I ain’t a gangster?, come to my hood, show you I don’t be bluffin’//
If my gat see somethin’, It be pumpin…//
Clips.. Ya knees keep jumpin’//
Trying to dodge my gat bullet//
You a thug? The trigga, guarantee you wont have the sack to pull it//
I get respect, I’m known for beef//
Break ya neck, sittin’ on my throne of the street//
Fuck u.. for real, that’s my statement//
After me on the street there will be no replacement//
Kidnap you and ya family, dump the bodies in ya grandma’s basement//
Rhymes so ill, they sicker than a cancer patient//
But if you think I’m fronting, then come at me//
No pussy here, in front of ya crew I will stand, see…//
Gats where my hands be//
With none of my mans G//
Try to test me and see who will stand last//
You’re a dead cat when the gats blast//
Homie you ain’t got street smarts, and try not to spit please//
You spit with a fever?, I spit with a disease//
So for real, don’t call beef, ‘cause ya chances are slim//
Better start praying to God, fuck it… I'll send you to him//

I GOT MORE THAN 30 LINES, I COULDN'T STOP THE FLOW ONCE IT STARTED...

yea... I already set one up... but whatever...

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enigmatic only because ya rhymes confuse the most brilliant minds.//
your most brilliant rhymes don't make any sence half the time.//
just brilliant lies, try'n ta act thugged out or gangsta.//
best duck down, I'm-a de-capitate-ya with rasors.//
even ya fans hate ya, nothin'll save ya, do ya-self a favor.//
take yer own life, 'cause if I'm the one given the task I'll make the pain last.//
it wont be quick-fast, you'll suffer for what'ch-ya did to that, little kid.//
fuckin' child molestin', buggerin' rapist, you can't escape this.//
lyrical warfare, just like how you stuck on welfare, goin' no-where.//
it's so rare to see this fake mc come up with anythin' worth a second glance.//
he's worthless, food stamps are his only paper stacks.//
like big-gay al, you a fag cravin' ass from the entire southpark cast.//
actually you do have somethin' in common with someone in main-stream rap.//
like "everlast" ya career'll never last, you already "washed" up.//
but ya lines is "dirty" at best, like it was the morning and your spits the bile I spit out.// (bites lines, and mornin' bile is nasty)
goin' thru my garbage and droppin' my scrap rhymes now, I clap nines pal.//
accapella
so you best ta shut-ya mouth, "fuck you"..(sound fx)CLICK,CLICK.. POP, now I'm still here and you peaced out.//(part of line in quotes is enigmatic)
see you in hell, we'll go another round... pussy.//
beat comes back
but for now, mu-fucker come an' try ta push me, I wont move B.//
it's like try'n ta talk to a move, you gettin' looked at like you was stupid.//
that's 'cause you-is, stupid, an' you is, foolish, just a tool in.//
this game, like a dice, you jus gettin' rolled, ya writtens on this site are just gettin' *scrolled.//(*not looked at)
you grown' cold know'n you grow'n old and know'n ya rhymes'll never unfold.//
if you ever did come out with a cd, it would never get sold,//
but you know when you see me, It'll be at no1 on billboard.//

25 lines.. give or take

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That was a hot battle yo. Hey kid, much props on that... we tore the thread up yo... I liked this joint, let's see what the other peeps think.

trust.. It was pretty much keystyle.. 'cept a l'il edit in the accapella...

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both pretty ill but blunt ur punches werent as hard and u started to lose towards the end (stronger finish and u'd a won it)
given this one to enigmatic

1-0 you... uppin'

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Come on y'all, don't sleep on this battle... Hot shit right here.

WE NEED VOTES....... I'll return the favour... just stop sleepin' on this shit....

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ma vote goes to blunt i was feelin his more...in my opinion his punches were more clear and i think they were harder...but good battle both keep it up...holla bak 1

poll vote-blunt mc

1-1 uppin...

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You kids are pretty wack... *shakes head* I can't battle light weights or middle weights... damn... I gotta go straight to the top... fuckin punks...


















Oh by the way... don't take this as an ego trip... I really am that good...



and...


I wouldn't open my mouth to speak... if I were you...

fuck you

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