you spit first
3 - 0 = KO or first to 3
15 - 20 lines
no crew votes
no hater votes

i heard u was poppin that shit//
yea u won round 1 but my endurance is so sick//
i come back like when rocky fought apollo//
and ur chances this time is like the New York lotto//
i peeped your game so i know what u about//
all u do is take dick and lick the edge of your mouth//
like the bitches i fucked..im leavin u stuck//
talk bout towel heads but u scared of us//
i got the Al Samood//
the blood on my sword should prove//
imma vet when it comes to tools//
your rhymes more like the blues//
i spit fire at ur watered down flow//
next time u cross that bridge it might jus blow//
plus i twist only twenties of haze//
while u buy dimes that are the size of tres//
u get beat from kids around your way//
u the type if u copped from me//
i slap ya face and take last of ur money......

i'll spit when i get home from school

uppin

yo i cant vote because i want to know if you gonna be in my crew

yea im in

what you mean uppin? you cant vote yet i havent spit yet

I Cant vote but you goin to get thrown a beatin

you in my crew and you hating on me?

LOL ILL MENTAL....sqaush that...YO go to subform.............


And add yo Aim...so we can stay in touch

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When you gonna learn son, you just cant rap\\
wish for some rhymes for christmas, when you sit on santas lap\\
now you in a crew, so you think you a big bad thug\\
well yo crew aint shit, yall been swept under the rug\\
a bunch of fuckin outcasts, who cant fuckin spit\\
didnt make it into the WaR LordS, because i popped you like a zit\\
homie you dont gotta lie, about fuckin no bitches\\
cause the only girl you ever seen, is your self in the mirror while you washin dishes\\
you just a little wannabe, who wishes he could compete\\
but when it come to battles, his rhymes are obsolete\\
i have a good idea, why dont you just quit?\\
you'll never ever gain the talent, to write a decent spit\\
and its cool if you wanna go ahead and spit some fire\\
because of the fact i'll keep on comin back, like i was michael myers\\
im unstopable like yo fat momma, when she want some food\\
i got a lyrical airstrike on its way, fuck your al-samood\\
so after this battle, ill get the win, and then be 4-2\\
just a little cock jockey, you and your weak ass crew\\

uppin

ill - better punches, better flowz

vote = ill-mental

thx man, uppin