Battle Rules:

6 - 15 Lines
No Crew Votes
No Recycling
No Biting

Minimum posts to vote: 20

Check in by: 08-11-04 at 05:10 PM

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My Immaculate tactics is graphic Ill stab ya backwards//
U Could Clone a 'StarBucks' with 'Mcdonalds' and still couldn't be a "Mac-u-Latte"// (Immaculate)
a Ravage spit was sent to end ur force of a sorceress//
i'll stranggle ya throat Like Mics until ur 'Chord-less'//
this poor kid was born and now im Scoping His Life//
and his Skills are 'Non-Existant- Like a "frozen- July"//
Im Holding ya Life and sight tha clip in ya pussy Lips//
and thumper is tossed off tha back of a Bad Cliff//
with a Mack 10 aimed at ya dome as i expose you//
U couldn't get a 'Double U' (W) if mad Scientist Cloned You//
an hold up fam, i kno u luv to admire an hate//
cause u couldnt fuck wit me even if u had sex wit my cassette tape//
endin this battle isn't a misstake u need sum practice//
i waste lines on u this was jus a distrraction//

It seem's i have certain tendencies involvin' my enemys//
I leave 'em all limpin' without certain extremities//
If ya don't wanna contend with me, ya better come peacebly//
If ya lookin' for a fight,.. me and my boys can divide~ya~up equally//
But it seems to me, you look too "Bitch" to compete//
You ain't 'uh cat nigga, don't expect to land on your feet//
When i take you out, please believe it's gon' be discreet//
Another bitch gone, label this man obsolete//
While i'm stuck in a flow of fleurescent crescents//
Ya so deep in the closet, your findin' christmas presents//
I could teach ya lessons, or leave ya divided//
But theres no use in teachin' the short~sighted//
Thats why instead of bein' the one you aim ya rhymes at//
I'm that man that's got ya hands up like a hijack//
I'll leave ya face smacked with ya cheek bones broken//
And thats just for speakin' after ya daddys spoken//