hyponitc stfu you cant poll vote on anything... leave this thred ...



and Killa I will put my verse into lines like yours.... peep this



this is a much better read ;;::;;

You claim to be a kill-a but on the real-uh
im the one whos know to thrill-ya//
You rap for fame but your spits are too tame
too lame you stay the same as i get ill'a//
My lyrics put yah mind at a bend,
you struggle to comphrend my divine rhymes//
Its impossible to defend against my hits,
slick rips writing themselfs, creating sublime lines//
I call a Spade a Spade kid..
you claim to draw blood when ya only spilt the heinz//
I swayed and slayed Killa-MC-,
took the time to feel ya out now im callin your bluff//
Ive had enough of this kid who fakes being rough,
quit tryin to front like your tough//

my moves flow with the groove
my poetic scripts stay sliky smooth
you suck so much dick your know as the hoov (hoover vaccume)

The time you spend to compose a basic verse
could be better spent arranging your own herse//
My key writes be to insight-ful, this ''MC'' gets merkd
untill he's flat line, announced by the nurse//
You cant defend my verbal slaps
you can only step back
and reminis about the fudge you usta pack//
You try and befreind AC, the real MC
ya cant handle my lyrical attack
with one crack I lay you on your back//
Quit the bitin and recitin of past rhymes youve used
accept that youve been beaten brused and abused//
I choose to end with this line,
one last rhyme dropin one last lyrical dime,
man it takes no time
to make ya used n' confused//