Sixteen Lines Max Per Battler Per Battle
Verses Due: Saturday Midnight Pacific Time
Must Sign in atleast 24 hours before deadline!
Voting concludes on Monday
PLEASE READ THE LLL RULES ... I REPEAT READ THE
LLL RULES BEFORE POSTING A VERSE.



Well the Lethal Lyricist League has officially been kicked off. We hope to make this the last league to have to restart on rb. I will be modding it, bringing you magazines, hype features, power ranking, pre-match intros, etc, etc, etc .. constantly adding stuff to make this league the dopest on the net. So if you know any heads that arent signed up, bring them to sign them up. Bring their parents along to if you like. Make sure to read the rules and welcome to Triple L .. Good luck to all the battlers.

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First L.L.L. Battle
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Yo B.A.D. R.A.P. :
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You expected sympathy from a forum? You disgrace yourself, the sad part to that is most of the kids used you for post counts/
You know you need help cause my illness comes in post ‘mounds’/
win against me? You must feel like a nut so lets say you on that ‘All-Man Joy’/
Wait you ‘16’ and I called you a man? let me rephrase my preaching you still on my nuts like I’m holy, your just an ‘alter boy’/
Watch me strike with ‘mics’ to slice your life then entice your mite so when I hear negative feed back I just hang your corpse an ‘record’ your death/
Leave this board to rest, your nervous in circles ‘Shaking in Spheres’ how you going to pimp my verse when you can’t even whore ‘Mack-Beth’/*
“Everyone knows you should be facing Me?” that’s a waste of breath, imagine that with the d/r’s and the rest who embrace your breasts/
You don’t think you “face the best”, kid I blazed the rest! your new slogan for crew incest/
Truth is stressed while you left to deal with the fact that you’ve fallen like ‘Troy’ so keep complaining till your voice is ‘hoarse’/
I ‘rocked’ your verse so honestly you fail this ‘coarse’/
kid you a ‘pussy’ even the ‘stank sweat’ on your typing ‘fingers’ couldn’t tickle me ‘pink’/
I slap whips and tie you hopeless with 9 chains so emotional factors of your past don’t come to thought as easy as you mostly think/
I mean even ‘Newbi's' could roast a chink, while I got multi talents so try to crack personals but the fact is I’m still the most in sync/
So references in my favor as my name proclaims I "drain" anything you dish at this, I urine over your style so you can be pissed at this/
Your getting ‘screwed’ so far now watch how I ‘hand craft’ this victory while I ‘write’ in ‘hemispheres’ that are unknown/
Your jaw dropped so far it looks like you got 2 faces, one says “Ven's sick!”, the other denies loss so the stereo type in your lies are condoned/
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*Macbeth

He's '17' and i put '16'/....it wont let me edit...so just to let ya guys know

Aite, since this don't count against my record... tryin' out a different style.

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Just 'cuz you're fightin' within' your own crew... don't call yourself "Vendetta", i rather battle a girly femcee... then an immature-bed-wetta/
You tried swingin' for the fences* but your rhymes flopped-like-fish-outta-water, only way you'll get pussy... is if you raped your baby-daughter/
Vendetta spells words wrong-on-purpose, and he calls that "wordplay", well watch me play-on-words and turn this battle, into a word-fray/
I'll lyrically brutalize you like... your elemental-crew-mate-Lyric**, stretching your verse past the MAXIMUM 16 lines... is your played-out battle-gimmick/
My rhymes-n-lines beat you "step-by-step" like that-show-with-susane-summers***, i'll disassemble your lines "piece-by-piece" like flathead screw-drivers/
Vendetta... you couldn't be flamin' hot... if you had a bag of cheetos, tried to be a pimp but got bitch-slapped... by a bunch of he-hoes/
Ven... you're slow, a hoe, and your rhymes-have-no-flow, if you were homer simpson... after you lose this battle you'll be screaming out, "D'oh"/
Chill son, you nuthin' but a toddler, don't go runnin' your mouth-against-your-elders, i don't mess around kid, my rhymes so hot, they smolder, trya battle me when you get a bit older/

*Alliteration to baseball.
**He has beef with LyricBrutalizer, Lyric merked him and in his sig it says... "latest merking...Vendetta" and they in the same crew.
***Some old ass show called "Step-by-Step" with that old ass chick susanne summers, i think they only show re-runs now.

well i'm done... 16 lines... not 29.

peAce...

arnt bars the same as lines..thats what i thought it has always been...16 lines=16 bars...a bar is like a full sentence that your wordpaly runs with correct...???
in that case...i have like a6 bars=which is 16 lines
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uppin for votes

first off 2bars=1 line, second im gonna vote now

flo-bad rap

multis-bad rap (although their wernt that many)

punches-bad rap

vote=bad rap

^^^wrong. a line is just that...a line. a bar is 2 lines.....

my vote goes to Bad because not only did he obey the rules but he also outpunched him in roughly 1/2 the lines.

I'll lyrically brutalize you like... your elemental-crew-mate-Lyric**, stretching your verse past the MAXIMUM 16 lines... is your played-out battle-gimmick

^^ best line in this battle....although i do have to say that some of Bads stuff was childish...

Ven... you're slow, a hoe, and your rhymes-have-no-flow, if you were homer simpson... after you lose this battle you'll be screaming out, "D'oh"/

^^^wack.

vote=Bad