Max 20 lines
1 round
no crew votes
no hate votes

Imma Rip you Dawg:


Fuck U ICE your Rhymes are GAY and Primed Ta Fade/
you should hit up some Pride Parades and Find A Mate/!!!
Bitch you don’t compare, so come and git screwed Tags/
I use a Fuel Rag all juiced to gag you and your crews gangs/
I don’t run my mouth/ I run my thoughts out like phonelines/
While you run with doubts about how to write your own lines!//
my "Self-Image", is Every "line is sick” like a "Health-Clinic"/
So when I battle Grime from Cliques I dont need help with it/
when I feed ya tha shots, you bleed a stream worth of clots/
I'll spit it again, cause my rhymes cause amnesia when Dropped/
Cream ya Like Motts, applesauce, only its your beef, that is squashed/
NO need for applause,I know when I speak my shit beats kats by long shots/
I got nouns and verbs, to pound you nerds, who sound obrurd wit each round of words/
Learn to cast magic to bound your verse, wit countless works, to de-sound your chirps/
Chickenhead bitch, I leave you twitchin dead stripped, while doctors sit n spend ten, hours stitchin ur friends/ I got wisdom worth sense/ while you got wisdom for cents/ pennies for hittin your knowledge that’s dense/