Aight 16 lines max
no recycling, feeding, or any other bullshit way of making a verse
no bs voting

check in an let me know whether you wanna go first or not.

geh head
knock yourself out
nah mean!!!!!!!haha
I'll just be drinkin and waitin

and come with some of that skill you got
don't just fuck around
I want you to hit me with your best shot
you know?

I'ma shatter ya brain an leave you tattered and maimed,
I'ma beat you like "after sex" so that when you piss, you splatter when aimed/*
I ain't no batter in games, nigga this is a matter of shame,
you constantly screamin westside bescause your fingers shatter my name/**
I claim you lame, intertwine your verse into a jumble of nothin,
you stumble when frontin, but like an herb you keep on wit puffin/
I step down to no man, you Oblong wit no hands,***
even if Canibus gave you some tips, you ain't got no pro-plans/
as a slayer you gayer than a mayor workin for partial paper,
you probably live on a farm out in nowhere with a family of Quakers/
"Pair-A-Dykes" and "Pair-A-Dicks", is that the best you can brandish,
that shit is about as old as the "Courtship of Miles Standish"/****
I'ma send you into relapse so you can recap each line bust ya kneecaps,
you gone end up like Somkey, edited outta the script, supposedly in rehab/*****
disgracin that name because you couldn't blend in wit ya own picture,
it's no wonder ya mom call the paper blockin the frame a home-made fixture/

*after you bust own and take a piss, you spray instead of stream
**This guy is always sayin "westside" when he post somethin
***That show The Oblongs has the father with no arms or legs
****a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow that's old
*****Smokey in the Friday series

fuck wit that.... and don't feed like and herb..... g'luck

I'm a savage with a message causin damage till there's nothin you can manage to salvage
this rhymes and explosive package rippin you off this site fast like a bandage
your flows are garbage and waste valuable RB storage
unlike your name, your in a shit hole residence, girls see your place and leave without hesitance
your so poor welfare's putting your face on food stamps the way cash has presidents
your rhymes are unbearable very hysterical and so terrible theyre not repairable
this bastard was conceived in a stairwell when his mom was getting fucked pre marital
it would take a lyrical miracle for you to win this your stupidness is so stupendous
you post on RB but what's the message your tryin to send us
making bitch slaps only attracts lyrical attacks, your full of shit and need to take an exlacs
your flows are the defenition of poverty and RB is my turf so get the fuck off my property
this verse causes so much injury forget the hospital you need to be rushed to a gurney
I'm makin your verse take a journey to the cemetary on a weekend with berny
now you have no defense like I killed your attorney

up

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