^^^^^^LOLZ......it could be right

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B.E.S.T.....HAHA

Damn. Am I 2 late? Looks like shit was over before it started. Did dude delete hisself or someshit?

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The only thing to fear is fear itself and fear conquers all!!!!

Connecticut gangsta's make me laugh.

Ransum A Middle-Weight, And A Little-Fake
And He 'Soft And Sweet' Like 'Brittle-Cakes'
You Sweet! U Remind Me Of How Skittles-Taste
But I'll Keep It Complicated For Riddles-Sake
You'll Get 'Ate' Like A 'Little-Steak'
1 Clip'll Have U Makin Sounds Higher Than A Fiddle-Make

^^^ hahaha.... just 6 lines??? this kid really sick in the head for coming at me... let me jot down 6 quick ones for ya....

Why is sick-head flow hot trash...One punch has his jaws like poles bent...
Wipe my ass with his sandwich like washrags... an serve him like cooks in road trip...
Your purpose in rap... So worthless like knowledge in your brain..Lost-&-empty
Like hardaway...He attempts the heat wave... But his career only costs a penny...
Sickhead treats be simply fiction... I laugh when you try to diss me...
Blades... I slide it swiftly like visas... an see ya flesh rotten as Flies on rib meat...

lol lol lol..... this is to easy...... u starting to look like NYC lol...

look how easy this is...no seriously, peep!!

ya Bars Is Out Of Structure like 'Destroyed-Buildings'
U a pedaphile, Avoid-Children! U Known Fa Boy-Feelin..//lol
And my fame Goin Up, who this Boy-Killin??
his fame 'never go up', like it 'Avoid-Ceilings'!!//
Dawg,-Listen.. I'm Known For My Raw-Writtens
I'm Da "CAT" That Got You "DOGS-SHITTIN"!!//
i got u Dogs-Trippin, cuz da bull Text-True
n' I'm 'Handlin Dogs' Like Vets-Do..//
And I'm Ballin Like Da Nets Do, Gettin-All-Da-Chips
I'm da reason u Wack Players Is Sittin-On-Da-Bench//
and u 'never gettin off it' like ya 'Favorite Roller-Coaster!
i Roll-Wit-Toasters dat'll bring u and ya Soldiers-Closer..//
this Hoe-Is-Doper?? Naahh, you Trash-N'-Weak,-Son
if u sold ya verses as dope, Fiends'll Ask-For-Refunds!!//
i shudn't have to tell u I'm Blastin-These-Guns
cuz "You Already Know" like da song Cassidy-Done!..//


too easy fam!..fall back

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^^^ yo fam.... when willy ou learn.... you not fucking with me if i get serious... you satarting to warm up the beast... lets go...

Your skills are prehistoric... pass it on. Dam you ain’t livin‘ past the dawn...
To make sure you’re the extinct species I’ll simply give your mass-a-bomb...
Ran shitting on him... this one in the books... a vote for you would never seem honest...
In case you took it to trial…we’d even see the Supreme Court docket...
Have him merk his family... put the bodies in a truck and ask him to visit...
Straight make him dig the whole for B.E.S.T… only to give him one after he’s finished...
Everyone’s mad you came so wack... they wont even list punches over...
They’ll take anger management... to show Therapist bunch of voters...
Your hood’s not hard no person’s getting left in the morgue from uzis...
Visitin B.E.S.T... We wouldn’t be in Hostile territory on the set of a horror movie...
Kickin‘ his ass he’ll be sure to scream once the steel toe fits in perfect...
Comes to lyrics this kid is the Sadist…but I still Dont Feel Sick verses...
I’m considered a natural disaster... your natrully a disaster and sucks...
sick claim to spit flames...so how you gonna compare when this volcano erupts...
I'm ending this now... your verse like static station... wy tune in to this...
when ya skill's fishy... so watch how ran Can sick like Tuna Fish...

BITCH... this is more then easy... this is childs play.... i feel like a man in a kitty court trying to play kids 1 on 1... there no compitition... You Not Fuck With Me Point Blank...

Look.

i'm Leadin-This-Round-Quick, I Easily-Pound-Pricks
ya punches are 'Weaker' than ya 'Penis-Around-Chicks'!//Fag!
Leavin-Dis-Clown-Stripped, But U Dont Have Titles, U Already-Wasted
So I'd Have 'Nothin To Strip' Like A 'Hooker Dats Already-Naked'!//
Yeah, You DONT have titles, so you not Prepared,-Son
Only "Tie Toll" Given To U, Is If U Had To Pay To Wear-One!//
U Scared-Some, Cuz My Flow Could Easily Break-Ya-Lines
Only Time U Had A "Sick Verse"..Is When U 'Copy N' Pasted-Mines'!//
Wordplay?? My Words Are Played On Radios, U Aint Flowin-Well
But Your Words Are Played Too.....As In, OLD-AS-HELL!//
And You Are Like A Volcano, Even Tho Ya Lines-Suck
Cuz We All Kno Da Lava Volcanoes Spit Eventually Dries-Up!!//lol
Another Way Ur Like A Volcano?? C'mon Homes,-You-Know
Ur Like A Volcano Because.....YOU BOTH KNOWN-TO-BLOW!//lmao
This Guy Has No Skill, But Somehow He's Not Seein'-That
So I'll Shut Up..Cuz Pretty Soon The Jury'll Find Em Guilty Fa Bein-Wack!//
This Is Involuntary Manslaughter How I Got Rid Of His Fake-Flows
The Jury Found Me Guilty For Murder, I'ma Do A Life Bid, Case-Closed!//


i aint gotta talk trash. i'm gettin u..

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that was actully pretty decent....

sickhead type verse...
my flow spiting like hoes who dont swallow...
you'll never be in the spot light unless you had cops follow...
B.E.S.T is the oppasit of its names so just cross it...
how ya boss never been on since we battle ya crew an you lost-it...
sickhead aint never been in a mental-home... u spit sentimental-grown...
u'r verse get assemble-wrong... only hit u'll get off me is what inside-the-bong
enuff childs plays....

i get inside you like a infection... then drain energy quickly like nitrous injection...
your no match i have took over your section... you dont even deserve a mention...
no special effects like a car simulation... the real thing i capatilised with in mutation...
so sick i dont need any manipulation... and blow you away like any accusation...
you keep misfiring like a cheap timing belt... im always on fire so my rhymings felt...
like lost no way of you finding help... my hits are perfection like im lining felt...
your an imperfection like rust meant with metal... challenge mayweather and sent-him-mental(sentimental)...
so i left you silenced like an instrumental... dont you know my shits continental...
my shit goes over yor head like bridges... i kncok you the fuck out and destroy ridges...
your here for my amusement like midgets... the shit u type is typed more than digits...
a solution for you to beat me none found... smash insides to create a new compound...
you'll never find me in the wrong crowd... so dont worry my feet are forever on ground...

i got my feet up... my cup of liquer on the side and a blunt being rolled...
in other words i still aint trying yet im making ya b.e.s.t look like ya be lieing..
how ya the b.e.s.t when ya lost u'r frist crew battle??
how ya the b.e.s.t when i personally beat everyone of you pricks...
fall back fam...
this aint a good looks for you word!

I Won't Lose... Even If We Have To Buck-Nine-Rounds
Yeah U Got Ya Feet Up...Cuz I'm Hangin U Upside-Down!//
I'm Ill-Farther..You Just a Beginner And I Kill-Starters
U Cud 'Cover Ya Fist Wit Concrete'..n' my punches'll be Still-Harder!//
I'll Blam-Til-This-Hoe's-Thru, n' Slam-Em-Wit-Flows-Too
N' Wtf?? Me And Sonny Alone Ran-Thru-Ya-Whole-Crew!//
So Take Notes-Guy. Beat Me? I'm Suprised Dis Hoe-Tried
And What You Mean You Beat Me?? Nigga, We Both-Tied!//
N' U Talk Shit All You Want.. Give Me All-That-You-Have
Cuz At The End Of The Day, RV is STill Callin'-You-Trash!//ha
U Got More Punches Than Me, But U Still Aint Textin-Sick
U Only Got More Punches Than Me Cuz U Stretch-Ya-Shit//
Ya Lines Hold No Complexity, This Hoe-Is-Just-A-Square
Only Time Yo Bars 'Go Over My Head'...
Is When I Ball It Up N' Throw-It-In-The-Air!//ha
U Just Another Liar, Every Line This Heffer-Tell-Is-Fake
Ya "feet are forever on ground"..Proves U'll Never-Elevate!//


Ha u not fuckin wit me...period bitch!

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I ran throu ya whole crew... from fly e.. to sonny bars... now you...
ya bars cant man up... they bitch made... cuz they all came from you...
aint shit change... u mention: they say im wack... but i havent lose...
how you claim to be the man around here... when you have a boss...(sonny bars)
get lost...this a grown mans game and i aint trying to murder you kid...
the shit i spit... can rip ya top open... faster then fats kids with a crack lid...
u aint got no dope lines... look what crack did... you need practis...
cuz you couldnt spark a written with heat if ya verse was on matches...
nothin' remains of a 'sickhead' face that's twisted...
I left hidden tips in lines but his status missed it...
and now you fade from existence with a smith and wesson...
technique shown... jet li flow as I kick and wreck 'em...
sick when repp'in... let you throw first than limb rip in sections...
chin check s.head all wreckless... head shift and leave a neckless...
aww did you miss me sucker...fuckin dush.. thats why ya lips be puckered...
you the only one i know who just gotten himself killed when he Diss Me FUCKER...
show ya the mirror...them bad lines would cut me up to...
fuck me up too........ the point where the coke would shut me up too...
over the dosage.. medics toss straps over ya sholdas n dont know where to focus...
how could it happen how come his shit just exploded...
diss me again fucker....mixed battery acid n some yay and added just a pinch a bakin soda...
im takin ova..you wack rap cats aint even close to my skills wit this...
im killin kids like prescriptions not meant for you...ignore the law n just fill the scripts
pills n shit.....deadly concoction... ups and downs mixed wit it...
just kiddin...or am i ...take this fuckin script and i dare you to go n fill the bitch...
and this is a quick key...this isnt even close to my written shits....


for-real 4-real....
this is just practis to me...

thanks for the warm up...
im waiting for the real workout thou...

also you can peep my open mic drop called: Calm The Fuck Down...
which shows more creativeness if you dout me son... Word...
300 J.G We Running This Rap Shit...

WHATS UP NIGGAS

shut that shit up nut , your a cashew nigga
how many bitches on here can't rap?
maybe 2 or few niggas
including you nigga
and for bitches in your catagory i keep the auto
because i steady cap niggaz like coca cola bottles

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"KING ME"

Mr. Toby Sibaltia

"The Ladies Gentleman"

Steady capped son you stressed brah
Only time you sayin king me is in checkers
When he joined he was raw kid not flawless
It continues to describe him shows what a novice
Callin the shots son you aint hard cant hurt me
Ill leave your record the same number as Magic's jersey

I'm above-his-level, your bars are none-too-clever
Watch me son-this-feller unlike munchkin-dwellers