IGHT MY PEEPS

the rules
no dick rydin
no hate votes
no favours votes
20 lines for this battle

ill battle you silent assassin after u reply
saying ur ready

piece

come on man
where u at assassin

fuck it im spitting


LYRICAL SPLINTER:
Despicable lyrical rhyming is what ya all about
Ya rhyme is so whack – I got half way through & called a time out
Catastrophical rhymes – ya lacking personals, multiples critical blow
This faggot’s so whack – he asked ‘Elton John’ to write his rhyme so he licked his asshole
Subliminal thoughts running through ya fucked up mind
Ya got more “Shitty” combinations than ‘George Michael’ taking it from behind
He was laid out flat – you thought he was sleeping
So ya opened up the crack of his asshole with a special greeting
Ya liable to receiving another beating – cause my shit’s so hot I’m over heating
My multiple rhymes are so vicious ya couldn’t detect em
Like trying to figure out why you wanna be a transsexual
My rhymes bring a whole new meaning to the word selectable textual
Tactical skillz ya didn’t think were possible to ya saw my flow
That’s harder than when ya receiving it up the asshole
In the urinal at the 2nd from end cubicle like ya name was George Michael
With Mystikal as his back up – incase anyone gets skeptical
Of the smile on ya face – saying ‘OH MY’ that shit was exceptional


THATS MY PART
YO SILENT ASSASIN SPIT BACK
DONT PUSSY OUT ON THIS