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blah blah yall know the rules here's my verse


u pussy? i flame-this-kitten, whoeva said ya rappin-is-cold
musta been packin-his-nose wit flasks of acid-an-coke!
dissed-me an claims his clique's-deep but it's only-the-truth
cuz most-of-ya-crew's been tossed in the ocean-with-you!
leave u crushed-wit-crunched-ribs, so fuck-the-punchez
so sick teachers tellin kids to pack they lunch-wit-gun-clipz!!



ya dare-me-to-drop-heat? kid must've forgot i get scary-wit-shottiez
punch holez thru ya chest for fun an make ya ghost bury-ya-body!!!

ya speech-is-fake an as for ya stories? u can't even keep-'em-straight
toss u off the peak of ya career n tell the jury u took a leap-of-faith!!
lessons-are-cruel, u endin up with ya brain matter spread-on-ya-tooth
throw ya neck-in-a-noose n send ya medics out on stretchers-with-you!!

not to mention-ya-punchez, so watch billy get kicked-in-the-stomach
cripped-in-public n left with his legs staple stitched-to-his-crutchez!
while i stand-on-ya-block, wit hands-on-my-glock to dismantle-ya-knot
the only way you hittin the big time is boxin with grandfather-clocks!!

the battle worsens with everyone of your verses/
its like improv with you, you do it with out rehearsin/
i heard in the chatroom you prefer relations with the same sex/
your lame text creates rage internally like a caged pet/
saved sweat like water conservation when facin you/
when your whispered words are heard, gaggin reflexes are triggered like when first tastin chew/ erasin you and your crew with the abundance of ease/ please, i thought battlin you would be stimulating, but your actually just a tease/
"cheese", smile, im takin your picture/
this defeat must be documented and placed on every wall like fixtures/ mister, like mixtures your style and wrtings composed of flows from other individuals/
writings so FAR-OFF topic its OUT-OF-SIGHT like CORRUPTED VISUALS/ interrupted signals like static emitted from the mike when you grab it/ disorted vocals like cigarette adicts when attempting to spit but like HELTA SKELTA, I AINT HAVIN IT/
my throne, yeah,you sat in it/
but you've been givin the WRONG GIFT cause all i hear is silence, you aint RAPPIN kid/ (wrappin)

votes? anyone?

uppin?

yo dis must of been 1 of da shitiest battles of seen in a while but trufs imma have 2 give dis 1 2 billy- o ya billy when u done wit dis man battle me.

tru
hit me up play

yo billy imma set up a thread iz u ready?

in like an hour im in school
ill be at tha house in like 30

iight so imma set up a thread in like 30 minutes.kool?

votes please

billy took dis....better flow......better punches.......tha otha guy jus had tha multi's....but multis dont always win u tha battle....

vote billy


**return tha favor n vote on ma battle against kawtic**

did you lot actually read this? peot took it easy. both verses was decent though.

vote peot

ps. none of the other votes actually counted so poet is 1 - 0 up in the poll