*1 Round
*First to 3 Votes Wins
*No limit on amount of bars

My spit:

Hey, look, a white P. Diddy/
can't write a good rhyme/
and his dancing's just as shitty/
At least Sean Combs can "make it hot"/
You just embarass hip-hop like it got shot/
Look at this MC wannabe "fo sheezy"/
Skinnier than a mummy, just as ugly and greasy/
Muggers see you, they scream and say "mug me!"/
You got dogs that squat on their ass and say "please don't fuck me!"/
May be the closest you'll get to screwin' a person, though, see/
No man or woman would wanna touch a boy/
that only looks good after a keg of Hennessy/
Besides, everyone knows how you wanna take it/
... How? Menstrually/
Try to take that contextually/
You'll be bleedin' out your ass eventually/
These rhymes be tearin' you open/
Remindin' you that you wack, keep on gropin'/
And while you're at it, just keep on hopin'/
That you'll maybe, one day, win for once/
Instead of being RB.com's permanent dunce/
Looking like the creme-de-creme of throat phlegm/
Spat to the ground in a fit of your rage/
'cuz you've already lost, you're already in a maze/
You remind me of me, you know?/
... Actually, no, you don't/
I wasn't ever this much a battle rhyme ho/
C'mon, Mr. Spit, bring your rhymes to my floor, my show/
Lemme see your feeble attempt at flow/
And then we'll let the crowd scream out "no!"/
Before you even begin -- which'd be a godsend/
had your momma said it in the back of somebody's Benz./