10 min 15 max bars.
poll decides.
u spite 1st.
20 min drop.

yeah yeah, im here kid, good luck.

iight g 20 mins, much luv

yo, uh, its ya boy RhymesOne, yall niggaz ain't ready...uh,.
Zainy you mah boy in da real life, kid but u still need more work for me, i'ma teach ya PUNCHES kid, mah special...

yo,
Zainy I'll Put A "Slug Through ya Cranium" To Let You Know you "outta ya mind"...
Cuz You Remind Of "Muhammed Ali With Coloring Books" For Challenging me you outta "line"...(OVER ALREADY)
you "not touchin the boy", like u was a "priest-in-chains"....
cuz the "gunz is like Zombies" how they "eat-ya-brains"...
Zainy, I'll make u famous, Fuck it i'll make you Brain-less...
too late to say what i was gonna say about makin u Name-less....(u already r)
your punches are "failing faster" then a "marraige with Macaulay Culkin"....
Zainy's begging: "wait, dont vote yet guys, i'ma use my 8th mulligan"...
the government dont like "unsupervised retards", so they "condemed your whole-building"...
even yours street is sporting a sign reading "CAUTION: SLOW-CHILDREN"...(Idiot)
the bullets like "tape worms", how they "hollow-ya-ribs"...
and we already know ur "PRO ABORTION" the way u "SWALLOW-my-KIDS"...

20 minutes left for ya, i know properly been writing all day...
you still mah boy kid, mad love....

nice verse....i know zainy is gonna come back wit an I.L.L. one too.......hit up my battle wit Play......poll votes yo.........1

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iight u wanna play it like dat, let me start with a diss,


u think that verse got it won, lemme tell u dat shit was perverse/
take dis kid away ima rip him like a paper macha/
u come here and act like yo arse got immunity, but ima tell u im kicking yo arse from dis community, for fucks sake yo only just reached pubity/
man if u think ur dope ur mind is whacked, lemme tell u, u is 1 tracked, i can see does cracks formin/
ur track is missing just like my police file/
only 1 thing worries me, what the fuck is yo uh, why u wanna sound like will smith?/
i got writers block right now, but ima still turn yo arse into a jelly fish, (no spine)/
ima catch ya in my web and liqiadise yu, suck u in and spite u out/
by time im done u wont have a girl, oh yea dats right u aint she saw u and whent feint, (ugly)/
back to will smith, maybe im him, by time i finish yo aint gunna remember yo a rappa, (mib)/
dis is da calm before da storm, yo arse makes me yawn/
i new i shoulda spit 1st, yo verse aint inspiring, how can i eat you when all i can do is feel sorry for u?/
u call yoself a gangsta, u r, u do da gangsta rap, WHACK, WHACK, WHACK yo shit was crap/
i no u was up all night writing, yo tune is so prewrite da ink's dryer den da bible/
ima lay dis M-I-C down now, i gotta go ur hoe is calling, she needs me more then u do, she cant feel u just like i cant,( little dick)/
so ay yo im outty, and yo ryhm got tell yo crew all about me/.

and yo i really do got writers block,

much luve playa, now we uppin.

how do i found out the vote count?