iunn even, care ya'll can vote on this if you want.........smh

Concepts Verse @ Luckee Boy:
Both new to the site, but im already feeling contrite, and the fight hasnt even commenced
i'll take my knife, slice through your windpipe, you now need to sit down, you have been officialy benched//

This kid could be a heavy weight and i'd be Roy Jones Jr. and we all know i'd still play him like a toy
he should start running, cause he if walks away standing, his name will get put to use, he really is a Luckee Boy//(his name, roy jones beat the heavyweight guy)

New to RB? It seems like your new to rap, i'll model you after the south park character in your signature
Take out my samuri sword, and chase you, one slash is all thats needed to completly flip your characture// (his head isnt attached, characture = face, and its animated)

Three quaters of the way through my verse, and i already got you lookin for your coffin in the hearst
call me pamela anderson lee, cause like her, when you see these rhymes, you are going to prematurly burst//

This battle is over, Outcome: Concepts Wins, you have been sent to heaven with 10 lines, im now an assasin
Well, in your next life-time, i hope you come back as my son, because i would love to spank-ya-ass-again//


Luckee Boy Verse @ Concepts:
yo, nigga let it be known, I'm heard throughout stadiums...........
but the mere fact that chu suck is becuz you Canadian.........

I'm dangerous playa, wit mind controlled theories.........
you won't even be seen, like EXPOS in a World Series.......

yo people die, mine strap up and put on-vests...........
when it come to rappin, you jus don't understand the CONCEPTS......
I send bullets that leave ya body twisted like licorice.......
that character is you, cuz ya mouth be flappin gibberish(character - Canadian, mumbles/speaks gibberish, head flaps when talks........err, figure it out....)

and don't play wit me, cuz I'm blessed wit techs......
you got it fucked up, you the only 1 who rep Quebec.......

its all the same, that or Ontario
hear Luckee Boy spittin flows and bomb stereos

I'll SIT DOWN like the Expos on the bench..........
tryna spit gangsta shyt but you only know French.......

so iunn give a fuck, french toast or french fries............
bring yo click to my click and all ya men die...........

you won't spank nothin, ever spit that gay-shit-again
tryna test my rhymes, you get "raped-wit-my-pen"(figure that 1 out too)
fuck what state chu in........or should I say providence.........
next time you come @ Luckee Boy you better call ALL ya men.........

you gotta SWORD to make a "point", you won't get thrown you'll get tossed...........
yo "point" is like tryna jump the borderline......."you won't get across"........

you aint wack man thats an aiight verse