iight lets go but y u gotta change the rules u scurred nigga
naaa'meaan

i said therr was no rules in bars or lines nigga stop tryin to cheat

iight im almost done give me a few more minutes

haha no nigga stop cheatin
damn son wut the fuk nigga damn mad cheater in the shyt
w/e yo herr i got

you are a fucking herb, people hit send early u little bastard.. so just shut the fuck up, i only added 2 more bars, but ima merk u anyways, now key ur verse

iight hol up nigga damn itz mad long wait im almost done two more lines ......................................
iight done lets go

My Lethal Bars Run Right To Left And Bite You Like A Pitbull//*
My Flow Make You Unconscious Like An Obnoxious MC That Drowned – The Feelin of Killin You In This Was Like The Yellow River Flowin//**
This Battle Ain’t A Game But You Still Search For A Cheat So You Can Beat This Elite Feet//***
Take A Seat And Listen To This Fresh Meat As I Bring Some Heat – Don’t Get Red Cuz I’m Too Hot For You//
I’m Like An Oil That Don’t Boil But Coil To Opponents That Touch My Soil I Execute Like A Black MAC//
You Always Jack~II~Times Before Battlin A Renegade That Launches Grenades Like A Krusade//****
Your Moma Was A Dickhead, Your Daughter Was Laid By A Maid, Whats Your Son Gon’ Be? A Renegade~That’s~Gay?//
Don’t Deny That You Fuck~And~Suck Your Dad, Don’t Get Me Wrong Me Dissin You Aint About Me Mad, Its Cuz Im Happy That I Saw Your Dad Lookin Sad While You Gave Him Oral-Sex//
You Give Your Family Blow~Jobs While You Give Yourself Job~That~Blows//
Your Girlfriend Told Me That You Turned Your Pubic Hairs To Corn Rows – Your Girlfriend Also Said That You Have A Company Called “-Mows!” And You Add Her Pubics With Your RIPPED Hair//
I Got~Some~Teeth Do You? Cuz Some~Got~Teeth, If You Don’t Have Any Teeth~Then~Get~Some//*****
Your Time To Rumble Was A Total Fumble You Stumbled And While Slur~Rappin You Mumbled Some WHACK Words//
My PUNCHES Hit You Like Hollyfield’s Hands, Don’t Tell Me Now You Got Some Teeth And You BIT My Ear?//
Feel The Fear, Hear The Scream, Smell Your Tear…//
I'll main-tain shame thats obscene, cuz Im yearning to molest-whores/
Thats why Im taming-this-"FLA-MING QUEEN", as if I "burned" this "nerds" CHESS-BOARDS!!//*
Battling me was an "elementary mistake"- Ill leave you "dashed-in-chalk!"/
Ill rock-this-"cock", who cant stop spitting "soft" like "COTTON JOCKS!"//
Like crashing-stocks, Your "time is running out" as If I'm "SMASHING-CLOCKS!"/
Or plastic-locks.... This kid caught his "first-AIDS" from using "FAGGET-SHOTS!!!!"//*
The only time this "chicken" came "sick and ill" was when he had-the-POX!"/
At-last-I-stalk, this bitch is in "dis-as-trous shock!"- Unlike the time he asked his dad to GRAB-HIS-CROTCH!//

This dude-is just my stu-dent- "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO SIT!"/
This dude-is just so stu-pid- so now I scold on this bitch... //
But he "a-bu-ses Meta-mus-yl" - so he cant "HOLD IN HIS SHIT!"/*
I've emblazed this text- I "Fucked you up" like "CRAZY-SEX!"/
In-case-he-gets too nervous, he runs under his covers its the PLACE-HE-WETS!!!!// (his bed)
You lost... so "hang your head" like its on "LAZY-NECKS"/
You maybe you should give up your life long dream of being......Jay Z's ex//

iight therr uppin 4 votes know ....
votes in
nigga naaa'meaaan

what the hell was that stuff you just spit, im not even gonna read it cause it'll take me an hour.. i know ur a biter cause ur style AND flow changed every-so-often, but its not my decision, if u have to cheat, go ahead..

uppin (1)

nigga i aint cheat son cuz i was gonna put it in verses but i 4 got to put verses and i forgot me shyt that said *gettin personal* oki nigga
so damn i aint cheat iight nigga
one
uppin 4 votes

is ya nigga ready for votes????

iight son my vote goes to marvolous even though ya verse was mad long
i thought u came harder than lethal
ma fav line from u was Your Moma Was A Dickhead, Your Daughter Was Laid By A Maid, Whats Your Son Gon’ Be? A Renegade~That’s~Gay?//
Don’t Deny That You Fuck~And~Suck Your Dad, Don’t Get Me Wrong Me Dissin You Aint About Me Mad, Its Cuz Im Happy That I Saw Your Dad Lookin Sad While You Gave Him Oral-Sex//
You Give Your Family Blow~Jobs While You Give Yourself Job~That~Blows//
Your Girlfriend Told Me That You Turned Your Pubic Hairs To Corn Rows – Your Girlfriend Also Said That You Have A Company Called “-Mows!” And You Add Her Pubics With Your RIPPED Hair//
iiight and u lethal i liked
Rhymes are absolutely nothing like his profile..
Merk his ass and put his name in my merk pile..
Your drops are like a hammer cuz you speak nothin but w(h)ack..
You could call me Thomas the Train
iight so my vote goes to marvolous iiight nigga keep rhymin u got skillz playa maybe ill be next to battle u

iight uppin nigga 1-0 me, uppin for sum more votes