I’m killing this fool. . and although the competition’s looking stiff
John’s ATHLETIC abilities will only win out. .
. . when I make him take a Long Jump off a fucking cliff!
I’m handing you ure first loss. . I’ve been known to shatter g’s
And ure REMOTE chance of winning ended. .
. . when I stole ure fucking batteries!
This dude says he’s gangster. . man, he’s spittin’ bullshit is this kid
Cause John it ain’t a crime. .
. . when ure using SPRAYPAINT to redecorate ure crib!
I’m straight owning this faggot. . ‘coz gays I’m known to fist ‘em
And John’s WINDOW of opportunity was shut down. .
. .when I crashed his shitty Microsoft ’98 system!
I’m kicking you bar after bar. . dude, I’m on a fucking roll
So I’ll take each FRACTION of ure wack ass. .
. .and bury you in a fucking whole!
I’ve got a way to fightin’. . I picture my target as sumthin’ and lock it
And I’m seeing ure head as a PLUG – so I’m getting ready to socket!
Half ya bars are shitty. . I’m making it clear that ure worse
I mean I could SHOWER you with punches. .
. .and still never see you drop a clean verse.

Pretty solid verse some nice flips

vs.

When ya compare our statue know that you'll die fam.
I get trophy's for my punches..
... and one of my uppercuts will show you new Heis, man.
Kids actin' like he's ghetto, but damn man, ya way late.
True, ya had the black look goin' on... and then you ran outta spraypaint.
^^I'll follow that up, you play it straight, but we know it still.
Sex lifes like a Plug: ya get turned on.. only after botha ya holes are filled.
I'm your idol, and you KNOW when i drop you're devoured.
I'm lookin down on this guy.. like you do in the mens locker room showers.
And your mother? she swallowed, didn't even ask to spit.
She wrote the book on suckin dick, and blew me till' it chapter lips.
My gun isn't an iPod, but it's somethin' you'll happen to hear.
However it is similiar, i push one thing. an' there's a blast in your ears.
This is more than PC's, see it's about havin respect.
If you start runnin, i'll roll down the Window.. then the Mac'll connect.
The ranks got you ahead of me but i'm laughin at the numeral.
Tissue? fuck that. i'ma save THAT one for the family at your funeral.
Ya concepts ain't clickin'.. and damn't their old, too.
And your skill level is remote.. aka i just need one hand to control you.
It comes down to fractions, even math kids can see this.
Some people say you half-ass... yea, and the other half is complete shit.

Wow, pretty dope shit.

Nice close battle but I got J. Hens raking this one.

Vote - John Hensley

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