i forgot most of the shit we discussed on PM last night

25 barz max
both verses due midnight tonight
5 votes to win ~ 3 KO
Blah Blah Blah
No Bullshit People

I'm just about ready where U at?

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Slam you on your back hard enough to crack your thorax
Dip your melon in a bucket full of battery acid & anthrax
Shoot your skeleton with weapons such as Techs & Gats
Got tomahawk missiles for your anus
I’m heinous...Just enough to steel blender your penis
Guillotine your ligaments one by one
Till they show up thin like filament…Then I’m done
Your perfect record I’m killin & endin it
Your flows garbage…Like BFI dump trucks
Your record is 10 & 0…Not wins but cocks you sucked
Chances of you being nice
Is the same as saying 2Pac’s death is really fake
You beatin me????????
Is like Clark Kent tryin to masturbate
Watch as hot shells tear through your finger nails
Then impale your flesh into ribbons like newspaper clippins
The box cutter can turn you into Mrs. Mathers
My D Eagle can turn you into a funky bastard
Bring The Pain when I extract your cerebrum cortex
Anally rape you for days…Till your ass hole connects your balls
Then you’re screamin I don’t want sex
Torture you in ways…Only Jackson can do to little kids
Use feces covered wooden steaks to peal back your eye lids
Defecate in your pupils & your retina
Me being victorious…I’m beatin ya
& That’s a solid promise
Strip you naked
Then watch as the chainsaw turns your insides into fuckin omelets

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this wack-EmCee got forced to a vain-of-pleads, screamin painfully- that'll have the whole crowd yellin' holy-shit like usin' rosaries for anal-beads//
blastin' scripts that'll slash your arms and wrists- leavin' you shakin' and prayin' like a pastor with parkinsons//
Master blaster.. your tied-inside, smooshed like a panacake- Talki n shit midnight clamin you ran~late//
i'll teach you a crack-up, back-up homie before my slugs leave you clapped-up//
your labled a net-wannabe, actin' hard-and-crude, but when your around real people your-white-ass changes nicca-to-dude!//
accept it, your ass is afraid-of-a-fude, for fear that you might get discovered, covered in a body-bag left to be identified by your-mother//
this rhyme, you'll never-forget like pot-heads missing a-'blunt'-or-two, damn- you couldn't stad-up-to-me even if i was sitting-infront-of-you!//
master blaster is used to being flashed-by-fags, never flashed-by-mags, its always broke niggas writen' checks they asses-cant-cash//
im leavin' your ass-smashed, stashed in Glad-bag trash bags, head bashed like you forgot to wear your seat-belt in a fatal-car-crash//
even "The End" knows bitch-your-shook, you couldn't get it Hot-in-Herre even if Nelly-did-your-hooks//
im so-hooded, its un-believable, un-conceivable, raps aimed to make this un-edable, an your mission to beat me is titled un-acheivable//
im going to show you how to do-this-son, either use-your-gun or lose-a-lung with your wack-flows im tempted to remove-your-tounge//
just face it cause your a discrase-bitch, im too sick- i'll vomit-in-your-mouth so that you can taste-the-sickness!//
your just a candy-EmCee with arrogance as a shell- infact you ride PROphet's blatant style in hopes to prevail in gettin signed an recevin sales//
im pure-horror, ten-times the evil of any demon in the pits of hell, throwin' venom-tipped needles into the eyelids of truth just to pin-point the fact that as an EmCee... im Hundred-times-that-of-you!//

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made it right on the dead-line haha sweet enjoy..

*walks out of thread knowning this kid got merked*

Poll votes please

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upping for poll votes please


1 KNIGHTSHADE

0 MASTER B

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this wack-EmCee got forced to a vain-of-pleads, screamin painfully- that'll have the whole crowd yellin' holy-shit like usin' rosaries for anal-beads//
blastin' scripts that'll slash your arms and wrists- leavin' you shakin' and prayin' like a pastor with parkinsons//

^^ tight fucking lines with hard hittin punches

the rest of your verse seemed like filler . . . but it was enough to beat Master Blaster's punchlineless metaphorless verse . . .

poll vote kNightShade

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The Soul Purpose LP . . . Summer '04

3 - 0 for me

thanks to all who voted

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