You up for it man? You spit first you challenged me

10 Bars Minimum/10 Bars Max
No D. Riding Votes
No Crew Votes
Quick Verses
No Feeding

You Game man? Check in!

dude i like the way u tell me we battlin now i challenged u last nite and i have to go now man, ill be bac on in like an hour if u still wanna battle i check in here and spit, but i have to go to same gay family shit... srry

Yea I know I went somewhere last night, yea holla back at me in a verse, you straight

Don't prewrite, now, ya' heard

Ill verse you latter, p@yce

fuck prewritting dawg im out
ill hit u up later man
srry again
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yeah im bac so u wanna give me a time limit on how long i got to spit? if u give me one im hlding u to it too though aight?

since u offline im postponing this battle for a lil while pm me when im and ur on at the same time lol and well continue this aight peace otu

~DiRe_1

o and make it a 15 line max cuz my spit cant be some ten lining piece of shit, too short my friend wouldnt make an intresting battle for those who read it

~DiRe_1

Naw man...10 lines Max/Min

After 10 lines nobody reads anymore...trust me

10 lines, no d. riding crew, you spit first...holla back now

EVEN THOUGH I CANT VOTE FEEDBACK IS IMPORTANT SO EMCEE'S CAN ELEVATE SO WHEN THIS DROP IS DONE ILL DROP WHAT I THINK...MEANWHILE WOULD YOU CHEAK OUT MY BATTLE VS WHITECHOCOLATE...

WHITECHOCOLATE VS MUSIK

come on dire own this fool, he is nothing your the shit,! you should beable to destroy this cat lol gl dog you will need it terror

WOULD YOU MIND VOTING ON WHITECHOCOLATE VS MUSIK...EVEN THOUGH I CANT VOTE I CAN GIVE CRITISM
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Yo I got some time any you all sleepin' on this battle so Ima spit my verse now...10 Lines only, anybody that says to 'return the favor' is a d. rider! fuck them bitches!

Aight here is my verse, 10 lines I mean it now

No Feedin' Neither

Intro: Hahaha...Yo...this bitch be a fat white kid...has a good record ‘cause he hasn’t taken on any real competition...sticks with the simpletons, exactly what you are, BITCH...

Your Rolling 90's Unscripted, Kind Witta’ Fake-Fitted, Wanxsta-Aquitted//
Might Not Even Read This ‘Cause Your 95' Computer ‘Short-Bitted’!//(heh...)
You Admitted That Your Own Notions “Is-Littered”, “Short-Witted”//
‘Tasteful’, So You Don’t Think Fore Lickin’ Your “Old-Baby-Sitter”//

Ayo Dire, You Come Home Drained From A “Day-In-The-Streets”//
Leave You Pained In The Chest Like NYC In A “Day-Of-Defeat”// (Memorial Day, Yankees 8-4 Loss Against Redsox)
Nigga You Rideless, Day by Day You Hop On The “Subway-In-Secret”//
Niggas Like, You Losing Wait? Bin Fillin’ Yo Jeans With Subway Subs-In-Discreet(lol)

Only A Plead, ”NO MORE BATTLING DIRE!” SO Listen To Them Calls!
Every time you spit it ”“Phat”“ It Ends Up Expandin’ Yo Drawls! (Hahaha)

Outro: I told you about what I do...pick faults out as often as you pick out the High-Fat Little Debbie Cupcakes...

Peace!