10-20 lines
blind spits
no feeding
5 votes wins
g/ luck
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come at rapid-fire... like a rabid-geizer... grip ya throat wit savage-plyers
im a giant who'll attack-ya-empire and knock this hobbit back-to-tha-shire/
you couldnt have sharp ryhmes... if you chopped ya lines.. wit five butcher-knives
already killed this cat... nine times... took-ya-lives... lined em up and hooked-ya-spines/
but you still cant hang...BANG... thats tha sound when i punch in ya skull-n-splean
dislocate ya DNA... pull-ya-genes... gut you wit tha blades of woleverine/(avator)
you're battling tha Ne-Plus-Ultra*... blind you with tha venom of a king-cobra
rapid's so dumb... he clicked ALT on his keyboard and expected to see-Georgia/(where he lives)
homie-ryhme? nah i'll just pound ya face harder than chinease water-torcher
tha only-time... ya bars seen magic... is staring at a harry potter-poster/
Rapid Fire? listen kid my thick spits will clog-ya-nossel
im a grave digga aka tomb raider that'll rob-ya-fossels/
face it... you faded.. before you made it.. ya raps more outdated.. than a type-writer
ya punchlines couldnt draw niggas attention if they were laced with a high-lighter/