yesterday i was suckin on your mom's mother fuckin tit.../
give her advice on giving head cause she couldnt let me hit.../
i spent the whole day with your sister.../
and i know you jack off so much you have blisters.../
Man! your whole family is in the lower-class.../
I heard you have sex every night with a male pocket ass.../
i saw you working at 7 evelen making purple surples.../
i know u have the itchin and burnin cause you got herpes.../
my raps in my rap battles are home made.../
your's are all old, not yours, and cliches.../
oooh my bad that language is above your level of comprehension.../
so ill just say that your raps are not your own invention.../
i saw your girl and i guess ur too dumb to remember to use birth control.../
and now that this rap battle is over ill take the win in this poll.../

qual t.........i had to step in to tell your ass to fall asleep. ive been readin that same gay shit.....all week

by the way dont forget to have your sister CALL ME

suckin on his moms mother fuckin tit? dont lie. you were playin with his brothers dick. and by the way homie. you oughta learn to rhyme. just some friendly advise

dude, dont tell me what i need to do

My raps are one of a kind, i slap the words out your mouth, so you become a rapping mime. Call me the sun, the way I spit flows that outshine, Throw your “watch” in the “garbage” to show you that you just a “waste of time”
My rhymes piss you off, like getting stood up for a date, im a lyrical rhyme pitcher and you got struck out, so get off the plate. You like to beat off with one hand at a time, so your right and left hand alternate, You told your mom that brick was dropping and album and she said “I cant wait”
You the girl in your relationship, I saw you in the street shaking your hip, you couldn’t spit tight if a vice girp was attached to your lip.
My rhymes must be heaven because they are way above, Your latest rhyme was “Yo yo, im a thug, I got shot im my knee caps by lil brick, but my wheel chair is rollin on dubs”
I beat you to ash, so there is nuttin left, I plug a “Bow Wow CD” in your “ear” and ask you if you “so so def”
My lyrics kill dudes like a Glock and Ak. I beat you all the way to 106th and park, so I can see Free and AJ.
I walk up to your girl, just to get her digits, if people where skillz I would spit Shaq’s and Yao Ming’s and you would be spittin midgets
I drop a verse and all I get is love, you spit remixes to 50 cent like “In da Gay Club”
Your rhymes must be “Out Of Order” cause your shit “aint working”, you type with one hand while your other hand is jerkin.
Im “calling you out”, except this isn’t “Bitch Slapped” Your spits stink so much, the lyrical doctor put you on prescription tic tacs.
I shake your flows up like the earth and flip your rhymes like pancakes, since you beat your meat, you wont get my hand shake.
It must be my birthday, cause this battle was a piece of cake, like they would say in Australia “its over mate”

Uppin.

Still Uppin. vote for this battle and i will vote for yours

aight faggot, go against a new rapper in da game aint provin nothin nigga, go against the Phinest

No crew votes, sorry Illusionist, Still Uppin

vote lilbrick

man this was a massacre

Thanx for your vote, still uppin.

no doubt chrit. Lilbrick wreaked havoc on that verse:0

Vote:lilbrick

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