HAHAHAHAHA
YEAH SHUT YO MOUTH/
CUZ WE ALL KNOW WHO WON/
I SPEND ALL OF MY ENVESTEMTS ON WEED AND GUNS/
COKE AND HUNS*/
YOU MUST BE JOKIN' SON/
THINKIN' YOU CAN BEAT ME IN A BATTLE/
I GOT 2 MUCH FUN/
LISTEN TO THIS SHIT/
ITS LIKE I'VE BEEN DOING IT FOR YEARS/
MY RHYMES ARE LONG HARD AND FIERCE....
OOW SORRY THAT'S MY DICK...
GOT CONFUSED CUZ MY RHYMES ALSO GET LICKED.....
YOU NEED TO BE ELITE JUST TO WALK DOWN MY STREET////BUT YOU COULDNT FILL MY SHOES IF I GAVE YOU MY FEET


The sound of you, makes me do things i'm not allowed to do//i'm only size 7 but i cover more ground than you/// only 5 foot 6 but i'll always talk down to you///

I'M JUST/
GRINDIN'/
YOU KNOW WHO'S SPITTIN'THESE RHYMES THEN/
YOU MOTHER FUCKERS BETTER STAY IN THE LINE THAN/
IF YA SEE A DAWG LIKE ME ....HIDE THEN/
CUZ I'M JUST WAHLIN'/
AND KILLIN' EVERYBODY...

YO LISTEN/
I'M THA/
BEST AT THE GAME/
RUNNIN'THESE GANGS WITH ALL MY GHETTO FAME/
SMOKIN'WEED AL DAY/
'TILL IT GOES UP MY BRAIN/
AND STATES ITS CLAME/
MAKIN'ME FEEL NO PAIN/
SO I CAN DO ANYTHING'/
IF I GO LEFT OR RIGHT/
IT DON'T MATTER/
CUZ MY RHYMES ARE GOOD AND TIGHT/
YOU KNOW I'M PSYCHO/
AND I WON'T STOP STABBIN' YOU/
HELL NO!/
YOU WANNA KILL ME ??/
YOU'VE GOT THE RIGHT TO......

SPIT THIS DAWG...

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DOGGY IS STRAIGHT RUNNIN HIS MOUTH,
THAT HIS TOUNGE NEEDS TRACK SNEAKERS/
YOU SHOULD PUT YOUR EAR TO THE SPEAKERS,
AND LISTEN UP TO WHAT I GOT TO SAY/
I DONT PLAY, SO STOP ACTIN LIKE THIS SHIT IS A GAME/
I'M DERANGED AND WONT HESITATE TO POP OUT YOUR BRAIN/
CLEAR OUT YOUR MINDFRAME OF ALL THE BULLSHIT YOU THINKIN/
YOUR BOATS SINKIN, AND YOU GOT NO LIFE PRESERVER/
LIKE A CHEF, I'LL SERVE YA/
THEN I'LL EAT YOUR FOOD, CHEW YOU UP AND SPIT YOU OUT/
CUZ CANNABALISM IS NOT WHAT I'M ABOUT/
YOU GOT NO FLOW, YOU'RE IN A DROUGHT/
I'M TO DANGEROUS FOR YOU,
I SHOULD LET THE STAINLESS EXPLORE YOU/
LET THE HOLLOWTIPS DISMISS YOU FROM YOUR PAIN/
I TOLD YOU BEFORE PUNK THIS SHIT IS NOT A GAME!!!!

what was that crap??? your coyping for clispe. you fake ass gangsta.

Deeni, do you really believe your own bull?//
I've read ya post over & just have2 call ya a fool//
You can't compare your hollow style to my limitless rule//
Your profound lack of intelligance comparable only 2 a mule//
This shit's not a game? Then why the fuck ya coming at me ya whack ass lame?//
I'm not boasting my fame, this is but a game, and it's plain to see ya just a shame//
I suggest you learn how to read, cuz our proir exchange has your ass rearranged and your mentals deranged//
Stay clear of my rage, unless you want to engage in a lryical rampage, ...if so set up the page//
I don't hold animosity when you spit verbal atrocity//
Ya just a green eye'd monstrosity, who's flows lack velocity//
Your weak rhymes are stagnant from rappers viscosity//
When it's plain to see mine are hitting with such ferocity// Wasting my time w/a reply shows the deepth of my generosity//
You beat me,... nah you couldn't possibly//

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

I forgot to include an idiot translater:

animosity=hostility
atrocity=horrible act
green eye'd monstrosity=implied... jelousy
viscosity=resistance of a liquid to sheer forces (and hence to flow) get it can't flow!!!! this is too easy for me deeni, but I am expecting you'll never be capable of that sort of concious reasoning!!

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

^ ya just been served...

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i leave bodies stack up on each other//
im the only one to do this i flow like no other//
i leave you dazed poetry slit in ya wrist//
thats wut ya get when you leave l pist//
you look like a crack head on crack//
ima leave you wit dat tryna come hard thinkin on ya back//

Now ya sure ya-wanna-diss-this, if so ya-gonna-be-dis-missed//
L to the Z must be CRA-Z, cuz his preschool-dis neva fa-Z-ed-me//
"Like a crack head on crack" that's D webster definition of whack//
"Dazed poetry" Oh ya must B lookin 4ya own thread Non-flow-a-try//
Stacking bodies, while I'm busy stacking hotties, ya ain't foolin no-body//
This kid thinks he's Jason vorhees (avitar),well Bouncey Crugar's gonna hack off his knees//
Leave me thinking on by back? Nah I'll leave you scattered
(<--chopped in pieces) and bladdered (<--pee'd) in hefty sinch sacks//
Get that... your whack jack...can't handle my verbal attack...leave ya dismembered and hacked, that's-a-matter-of-fact//

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

(wanna battle newbie)

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