RULES:
16 bar max.
5 to win
3-0 k.o.
no bullshit alright cuzn


Here's mine


When it come to hittin bitches I'm viscious, turn Silent Kaos religious//
callin for god when I get in it, Silent's resistance? You must be kiddin//
D'vine will tarnish you with the hardest writtens ever scripted//
this battle ya come out winless, when I'm done ya left skinless//
I'm on some sick shit, you never messed wit a nigga like me bitch//
I'll leave you broken and witless, gettin burned like some incensce//
to put it simplest,my fists crush thru ta breasts and flatten up ya chest, I laugh at ya best//
you just had to contest now you die wit the rest, slugs fly thru ya vest//
I'm to wild to defend, spit intense, inflicting death blows thru my pen//
i scripted it like Nostradomus predicted it, crying out that you innocent//
but all I hear is voices hollerin to finish it wit synister sentences//
give ya head severence ya dead when the lead n metal mix, devilish//
you beaten me? wheres the evidence, I spit gospel like the testiments//
leave you twitchin from the grind, crushin ya hips then re-align ya spine//
test Visionary ya get fucked till ya blind, wanna go again than bitch just rewind//
whether I grab my gun or my dik silent ya still gettin stuck by my nine//