I don't know where the battle thread between me and you went but here it goes again.
10 bars min...20 max.
I will include my spit in this post.
Spit when you see this..

-I’ll lyrikally assassinate you with pyrokinesis...My thesis sent down from
Jesus tells me that you’re ready for deceaseness.
-Bout to siege ya name, Ya fame, Take your girl out tha game...I commit evil acts that’s
why my grandfather put me in unholy chains.(Jesus)
-Drool venom cause I’m an insane beast with tha skill to create a riot...You can’t reach
my status even with your assassination count high up.
-Your mind ain’t ill cause you spit weak, Your style needs critique...My venacular
versatile ability is unique to compete even with a fleet.
-My clique Math Pro is somewhat a tribe cause we stick together...Your lyrics are
pleather, Synthetic art, You should study cosmetic letters.
-Cause you’re a bitch, I have nothing else to say to you...Cept you come against me, You’ll get
bombarded with lyrikal grenades, Servin ya head on tha menu.

Waitin..

i'm sicker then flu, i'm as cold as death, throwin Ice-Sickles at you/
Battling 'lyrical-a', Whoa,'SHADOW GOD' have you been thinkin this through?/
you need to wait up, be like jockeys and hold your horses/
cuz you don't wanna take me like college summer courses/
beef? i'll bury the hatchet only after i've buried your casket/
don't tell me no tales cuz i don't believe in fairies, you bastard/
my rhymin tools emerges as a reason why fools get nurses/
wanna go to college? no need when i school you with verses
like priests in churches no doubt, you'll leave in hearses/
your intentions on winning is wack, so i guess that defeats the purpose/
no way you can reverse this, you're probably thinkin your sly as hell/
you the only dude on this board hittin on me, so i guess you're bi yourself/
i'm the reason for your dying health, cut you up with razor blades/
speaking of which, you could clothe hobos with fur after you shaved your face/
motha fucka, you don't have any talents, my punches bruisin your lip/
because of me, your life hangs in the balance and your losing your grip/
show you what doom is, this'll be a sweep, find where the broom is/
last time we battled, i beat you to death, your verse must be posthumous/
all the herbs'll listen when i'm lightin you up like i'm burnin izms/
who else would diss him? my lyrics conducive to being MC abusive/
My rhymes' instrumental to your death like Fueneral Music/

UPPIN 4 VOTES^^^

DONT SLEEP ON THIS YO VOTE FOR MY BATTLES AND I'LL VOTE ON YA'LLS

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vote Lyrical had harder punches and better flow
next time though u could try matching the lines ur opponent does cos it made it a bit uneven

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thanx dawg
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vote on this battle and i'll vote on ya'lls

This don't make no sense.