rules
15-20 lines
no vote swaying
first to 5 votes wins
3-0 is ko

good luck dawg

my fukkin flow here is second 2 none son, when i say run u better run like ur a rabbit on heat//1
i pull the trigger on my gun n i've won job dun thats the end n now ur at my feet//2
the cataclysmic rhythms in my rhymes envision an explosion so powerful that ur mind'll start fizzin//3
u'll start seein little elves, n then start pissin on ur self becoz ur mind is on a mission//4
spittin lyrics so quickly like theyre bullets in a gun i'll blow u an ur crew 2 kingdom cum//5
im a farmer chasin u thru a field of lyrical fear pacin right behind u screamin run rabbit run//6
u like a rodent robbin cheez from my trap screamin please when it snaps shut, n ur raps r mickey mouse 2 me g//7
n now iv'e fukkin had enuff grab my gat, in ur back, in ur arms an 2 caps in ur knees//8
my voice is ur bain, its like a free flyin war plane droppin lyrical bombs on u like ur saddam hussein//9
by the end of this rhyme u gonna know my name that is unless this voice of mine fukkin blows ur brain//10
my creativity is definately heavenly u aint even on my muthafukkin level g//11
my shit is evidently more relavant cum bak when u ready 4 me in like 2093?//12
i'll b on my throne, reef n mic in hand spittin none bland lyrics that r bitchin without even flinchin//13
if u got beef bring it but b ready 4 the wrath of the staff of hells kitchen//14
im leavin serious abrasions 2 caucasions, black white, red or asian its amazin//15
as soon as i spit, ur in elation ur pupils are in dialation eyes glazed, like double glazin//16

spit fella

iight

yo listen
kid its a rhyme scheme you lack, and let me explain sadly//
they dont call me the comeback/cumback kid cuz i will gladly//
cum in your mommas ass and have you call me daddy//
your spellin is so bad u need to go join burt and earnie//
see before u juss start spitten you need to learn G//
that battling isnt just writting, its poetry in motion//
Ive got a notion, how bout i freestyle spit this track//
so hard it'll hit u like crack, and have u dead like a heart attack//
your beat, whipped, cooked, actually well done//
burnt u so bad, it look like you spent to much time under the sun//
when u said i wasnt on your level, i believe you//
add my verse, subtract yours and now im at a minus 2//
Im suprized! you took a mathamatics course! thats how u knew//
U call me out for a battle at high noon, like we was at a saloon//
got beat like i was road runner and u was wiley coyote cartoon//

votes

UPPIN fer votes

uppin again fer votes

Aight a decent battle.

Timebombs Lyrics were cool but a little more flow wudn't go a miss.

Gran Thef you need more punches in yer rhymes G,

Vote=Time Bomb

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Pz

sound. 1-0 me. uppin

uppin need votes

timebomb got my vote
just had better vocab and punches

2-0 uppin

uppin

Ima vote on time Bomb.