u spit first
5 bars (lets make it quick)
10 minutes to spit
no feeding
no dr /crew/ hate votes...
drop asap

Represent man....u know------> UT UT UT UT UT UT UT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!

u gonna post or waht Doc?
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fuck man... are u duking me???
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give em sum time i think he'll post. in the mean while hit up my battle against him annd i'll hit dis up wit an honest vote.

its been like 45 minutes and the rules said 10.. wtf??
are u gonna battle me or what?
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doc meth u a no show??
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iight now vote dawg.............................................. .................................................. .........................

this is my last call out...

why the fuck u accept in bitch slapped and the dont respond...??
fag
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yo my bad i was down just got back up and had to find the page ill post now...

*PICKS UP THE MIC*

My verse too good for ya, so stop reading, you ‘might die if ya see more!’
Shit, you’re so fucking wack I could beat you with just the ‘right side of the key board!’
Man what the fuck, you either need to elevate or look like ‘your givin a shit’
Because with a garbage verse like that I’ll ‘put an end to perfection’ like ‘original sin!’
How could you produce such garbage, you even had ‘the days in advance herb’
Shit, if you’re good, ‘being ill is a cake walk’ like ‘fund raisers for cancer!’
Your punches are juvenile and stupid, it’s just that your ‘top shit’s a better wack’
Honest, you’ll never adapt, your ‘lines are only border mild’ like ‘tropic weather maps!’
Take that ‘king of punchlines’ shit outta your sig, your ‘lines are all crock son’,
I hope you really are suicidal, so I could help you buy the ‘tylenol and vodka!’
You are the least talented rapper ever, you don’t even have an ill line ‘on ya do ya?’
This kid is so sexually anxious, he ‘books when it comes to sex’ like the ‘kama sutra!’
How the fuck are you elevating? Kid please, I just ‘see more of the same’
Doc's wrote these perscriptions, giving me discriptions, claiming to be superman but you afraid of the krpton,
I could seriously laugh at you , damn ‘prick you’re a clown’
How are you better than me? Shit, tournament wise I’ve made it to ‘six more rounds!’
Only way you’d win a tourney is if you were ‘biten off me’, kid I take your punch structure and fight it with ease,
Don’t subject us to garbage, show some politeness and leave, yeah I listened to your new audio, you’re just a wack future ‘divided by three!’
You wanted to battle me faggot? That’s cool, you’re just headed ‘straight for a kill’,
You wanna ‘wipe your ass with my verse?’, do it, maybe it’ll finally ‘make your shit ill!’

*DOC DROPS THE MIC

^^ damn u dumb nigga read the rules---- ony 5 bars!!!
and its obvoius this shit is either pre-written or bitten cuz i didnt even drop yet and look at this lines on ya verse (the one quoted)....

edit your shit to 5 bars and save this verse for other occasion cuz im not dropping unless u make ya shit 5 bars...

naw ive jsut looked at your other shit before....man fuck im just over 5 bars.............................................. .................................................. ...............

what is your definition of bars??

for me its 2 lines connected= 1 bar....
but its ok beatrice ill KO ur ass anyway.....u prewritter

check it..:

The bell rings, class is now in session , Your rhymes remind me of the 40's, you should call em the great depression //
Sit down in your desk, and let me teach you a lesson//
You a lyrical wreck, the king rang to check out ya spec, ya wanna hang? Ya can hang by the neck//
Tear through ya adobinmal with phenomenal precision, ya think it’s comical cause ya cant feel this vision//
The division between me and the rest, fuck it-it’s your decision to call me the best, you ma puppet//
Control ya every move with my hypnosis, prove ya bitch getting cannabis sayin’ ya got multiple sclerosis//
Yo style is tha whackest -usin fillers to stretch that shit out like elastic//
Got a smart mouth? -my heat melts plastic rappers actin sarcastic//
Hold you up wit da red beam like an extraterrestrial abduction//
Spill yo guts like an unlicensed surgeon tryin to perform some LypoSuction//
I'll rip out yo tongue and replace it with a lighter so you can finally spit some fire//
Impale you wit a twisted blade –Marcianno will leave niggaz lyrically IN-SPIRED//
Im deranged -ill rip off your face and fuckin leave u faceless//
Attatch it to the back of your head -even when u try to run u have to face this// (damn!)
Dont be surprised -when this "DoC Meth" cat loses all of his nine lives//
Listenin to yo rhymes is more pointless than tryin to shank niggaz wit dull knives//
Im Lyrically superior to you -its already a proven fact -my greatness is nonfiction//
I'll murder you softly -ruin yo whole life when i emtpy yo viagra prescription//
Cant duplicate tha rhymes -my superior style is one of a kind//
Only reason niggaz cant see you is cuz yo skills are impossible to find//
*Switch Style*
My Flows Strapped With Intelligence, Composed Of Elements To Dispose Of Your Relevence//
Mathematically Unaware When I'm Smokin Canibus To Gain Common Sense//
Embark On Missions, My Sharp Precision Allows Me To Make Heart Incisions Under Any Conditions//
Doubled Views I'm Seein, Inhuman, The Evil Superbeing Is Splittin 20/20 Vision Similar To Nuclear Fission//
With Instruments I'm Ruthless, Jab Ya Jaw And Leave You Toothless, I Could Beat You To a Pulp Bitch, Fully Equipped With Acoustics//
When I'm Inhuman The Fact Is, With Precise Tactics I Leave Ruins Of Aztecs, Deliverin Lashes, Even If Im Cruisin And Strapless I'm Still Leaving You Backless//



that'll teach u a lesson kid..
uppin for votes

PICKS UP THE MIC*

My verse too good for ya, so stop reading, you ‘might die if ya see more!’
Shit, you’re so fucking wack I could beat you with just the ‘right side of the key board!’
Man what the fuck, you either need to elevate or look like ‘your givin a shit’

Shit, if you’re good, ‘being ill is a cake walk’ like ‘fund raisers for cancer!’
Your punches are juvenile and stupid, it’s just that your ‘top shit’s a better wack’

Honest, you’ll never adapt, your ‘lines are only border mild’ like ‘tropic weather maps!’
Take that ‘king of punchlines’ shit outta your sig, your ‘lines are all crock son’,

This kid is so sexually anxious, he ‘books when it comes to sex’ like the ‘kama sutra!’
How the fuck are you elevating? Kid please, I just ‘see more of the same’

You wanted to battle me faggot? That’s cool, you’re just headed ‘straight for a kill’,
You wanna ‘wipe your ass with my verse?’, do it, maybe it’ll finally ‘make your shit ill!’

*DOC DROPS THE MIC