Battle Rules:

6 - 18 lines
No Crew Votes
No Recycling
No Biting

Minimum posts to vote: 20

Check in by: 01-28-05 at 09:52 PM

Must drop verse in 40 minutes after check in.

Waikiki, just Go-Chill, you dont wanna Battle~The~Flow's~Ill, Freeze losing? thats hard to picture like Cameras~Wit~No~Film/
murder you then Stabbing~Your~Ghost~Still, no way you're goin to War~For~Rounds/
Slaughter~Clowns, honestly, is it your first spit or is your shit naturally this Watered~Down?/
no ones Appearing~This~Sick, im Tearing~His~Skin, so you better Fear~When~I~Spit/
dont Dare~To~Resist, or answer back, cuz like deaf kids tossing salads i aint 'Hearing~Your~Shit'/
Stray-Rounds make you Lay-Down, holding weight? well my bullets Graze-Pounds/
Get~Away~Clown, JR's punches are sick, He got 'no swings' so lay down!!/
Freez's Cruel~With~The~Blasts, Nigga 'run shit' like races through Sewers~And~Trash/
my Fluent~Attacks will Ruin~This~Fag, you aint a rapper, like 'newborn girls', you wouldnt kno what to 'Do~With~A~Pad!'/
I bring Disaster~G', my Tenacity will Smash~Your~Spleen with Massive~Heat/
im a Cannibal-Bitch, leave you soaked in 'Flammable-Piss' so unless you wanna get burned to the Last~Degree dont count on 'Matchin~me'(match in pee)!/
your Sickness~Has~Left, quit rap, even when Spittin~In~Text i smell Dicks~On~Your~Breath/
i read your verses and like 'white girls at frat parties' im Quick~To~Hit~X!/ (close)
your garbage kid, and JR's Hotter~Lyrical, seriously one Shot'll~Tear~Your~Skull/
i kno you Gotta~Fear~The~Flow, ive peeped your work, best verse was called Lyrics Not~Available!!!/

Murda......
stompin on dis bitch Wai~w/CLEETS~under my FEET/
leave his body hiding~cops look in my trunk and dont see him~and thats because he's UNDER MY BEATS!/(game OVeer)

Hey... wait a minute... we're you in pink... yeah your a big faggot...
But it doesn't matter Junior... your mother has the Mauii Wowee dick habit...
But your mentally retarded... thats why you freeze when you spit...
Your not a gangsta see Garden*... that's why theres no g's in your clique...
Your fame in high school? We all knew it was you jackin' of in gym class....
In the locker room fool... In the back corner lookin' at men ass...
Kid... one more y'all... Junior wacker than how I kill my weeds...
I'm kinda like alchohal... stick me in the freeze and I still won't freeze...

*New Jersey is the garden state... I call peeps from kansas sunflower so I called him Garden.

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