Rules:
no hate
no d r
no crew
no pre-written
no bitin
unlimited lines
45 min time limit
you spit 1st

I Knock You 'Back-Till-Ya-Pause', Lyrics 'Crackin-Ya-Jaw', Hard Enough To 'Patch-Up-Ya-Flaws', Hittin So Ya "Head-Will-Spin"
'Attack'-The 'Dome-Of-This-Motion', I'll Punch You With My Fists 'Styrofoam-Attached' To Give You A Taste Of Your Own "Potion" //

Watch Me 'Slit-The-Wrists-Of-This-Fool' Then 'Sh!t-On-His-Spit-Like-A-Stool', Leave Him In His 'Own-Blood-Pool', I "Serve-Till-He-Sinks"
Black Eyes 'Shinin-Like-Jewles', You Found Out What 'Whack-Rhymin-Could-Do', Actin Phoney 'Like-Ja-Rule' Plus You "MURDER-THE-INK(c) //

This Cat Is 'Unable-To-Shine', Original Aint 'Capable-To-Incline', Rolls Wit An 'Unlickable-Nine' My Punches Put A Hex 'On-His-Game'
I'll 'Bust-This-Loser', Middle Aged Dude, Tryin To Be 'A-Textcee-Brusier', Reminds Me Of A 'Bums-Computer' The Way He's "Off-With-The-Aim" //

I Do More Than 'Break-Ya-Neck' .. Punches Weak No Need 'To-Protect' Aint Goin 'Gain-No-Respect' Once I "Crack-Ya-Spine"
The Outcome Is You 'Lose-Chump' .. Leave Ya 'Bruised-And-Bumped, Fool Couldnt Gimme 'Goose-Bumps' If He Was "R.L.-Stien"

Flow To 'Attack-His-Breathin', Say You ILL But You 'Lack-The-Reasons', Your Verse 'Happens-To-Be-Decent' But It Aint An "ORIGINAL-ONE" //
'Loosing-Ya-Patience', Hot Versus FUK YA UP Like 'Boozin-Wit-Hatiens', You Spittin Hard Shots Is Just 'Imaginations' Like "Subliminal-Guns" //

ugots to hurry up dawg cuz im bout to bounced so yeah .................................................. .................................................. .................................................. ...........

ur time is almost up ................................u best no tb chokin jp................................................ .................................................. .................................................. ...

If we're goin by size your shit looks written by a midget,
give ya a calculator and ya still can't add up the digit/
Just like winter people can't wait till you're time's over,
luck wont even help ya so let go of the 4-leaf-clover/
You're verse was so borin' I now just finished my yawn,
you could be wearin Trojan and still couldn't "Get It On"/
Even when you be playin Blackjack you can't get a hit,
Have sex wit ya girl and she like "That's the size of it?"/
Damn dogg why can't you just quit why you're ahead?,
How you gon keep rappin' if my venom leaves you dead?/
I can't stand bitches like you who's always ridin' my dick,
Call me the flu because my flow will leave you sick/
You're so whack not even your savior will save ya,
You could be Baskin Robins and still wouldn't have flava/
As you already know this forum is called "Front Lines",
Well...like a baby with a wet diaper your style wines/
I don't hit females so I'll bitch slap this pussy instead,
You're so weak your fuckin dick can't move a-head/
You could fuck a slut and there wouldn't be penetration,
Your dick's to small you can't even result to masterbation/
The way I just came at you you will never fully recover,
Say you're all that but you're just Vanilla Ice undercover/

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