aight 10-20 lines
no d/r
first to five votes
3-0 is a ko

u spit first

No crew votes either, if you have a crew.

Aight

Cough Cough all you do is chocke, now your ass about to get rolled up and smoked. Your Vanilla Ice’s little brother, they call you Vanilla Coke, you like Baby from Cash Money, EXCEPT you broke.
Im gonna school you jr. so you better take notes, when I spit, I automatically K.O with out getting 3 votes.
I am a one-man army, so I don’t roll with a team, your lyrics probably compared to gum out of the quarter machine, cause your flows are dead and done, like Sadam’s Regime
I will cut your feet off, turn around and tell you to kick, If your head was stuck up my ass, your rhymes couldn’t be close to my shit.
You flow about as good as a dog pissing on a tree, I give you a “Brain transplant” so you “change your mind” about battling me
Your mom asked you “how you were doing?” and you said “just fine”, How you gonna step to me, when you have a broken spine?
Your mother abandoned you as a child, so I guess you are a nameless thug, shoot a cupid arrow through your heart, so you understand that, “Pain is Love”
You walking around blind, cause you can’t see, step in “the ring” and I will knock you out “Lyric-Ali”(lyrically)
I could bet a million dollar's that you wanna be a nerse, i laced my verse because i dont believe in LADIES GOING FIRST.

aight ku... spit first

Spit bitch.

damn homes that was good// aight hold up a sec

Thanx playa.

u spitten?

if you gonna say that you Ali im tyson
bitin tha shit out of you til ur life ends
you borrowed some rhymes from that bitch alicia keys,
your fallin, but your commin down wit da S.A.R.S. Disease,
talk about endin a regime
ima murder ya, im like malcolm by any means
im fuckin hannibal, ate out your girl wit fava beans...
so you talk about me bein abandoned,
nice trick, too bad you couldnt fuckin land it.
what you talkin bout a Brain Transplant?
youve been fuckin too much in your boyfriends pants.
Im the invasion , u just a slight equasion
bout to get beat by me as a special occasion.
your sicker than boy george
or michael jackson in a lil boys drawers.
talk about u packin pistols when you aint have one
every bullet came from the same gun
just from different angles, cause I was pickin' strange places to aim from
go on and talk about winnin when you cheatin
votin for yo self dont count , Start bleedin
i love to do this, thats why ill travel to the past
make out wit ur girlfriend and tap yo mommas ass
ill end this now cuz i know its past ur curfew
go back to sniffin panties and stealin womens perfume

Aight playa. Uppin for votes.

come on peeps,, uppin for votes

Uppin for votes.

Uppin.

calm urself..they'll come homes

Uppin. vote on ours, and i will vote on yours.