i don't know how but some1 voted b4 either of us dropped,
so here's the new thread
10-15 lines
no crew hate or d/r votes
no bitin or prewrittens

here's my drop

yo i meant tell me b4 u set it up, i gotta hurry this 1 but ight

*fuck the mic check, uppin yo grill bitch*

ya been fucked up from birth by comin outta "Dextor's Labraotry",
too many personals in yo brain to think of a notha PRE-WRITTIN STORY,
i'm comin afta you as if it was the bull-run n get-the-GORING,
i take ya behind my life-style but it's "Beyond the Glory",

it's not a bird but a meteor fallin outta MILKY-WAY-GALAXY,
i'm buring hot wit my ANALOGIES, thou that TRESSPASS ain't gettin no APOLOGY,
i send outta control like a the Apollo 13th, come "Down to Earth" if ya got BEEF-WIT-ME,

abducted you like an EXTRATRIESTRIAL, hittin ya left n right n leave u wit BUSTED-TESTICALS,
now ya can't even PASS-YA-PHYSICALS, i kill niggas like you like it was a CHEROKEE-RITUAL


spit

labrat's drop

ok gramps, get your hearin aid tune out the static//
this battle will come to me automatic, your still matic//
you aint hot, just ether. i spit fire, you startin to panic//
that dickryder who just voted can lick off your sweat//
hes licked other places and faces i'll bet//
sound the alarms, ring the bells, try not to over react//
steppin outta line wont leave you whole or intact//
i dont have as many wins but i have a better ratio//
and ask the ho's, i sure as hell perform a better show//
where's your crowd? its me they wanna witness//
your verbal strength aint no match for my lyrical fitness//
im the punching bag, you took a big blind swing and missed//

uppin fo poll votes... we'll get at your battles..................
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