Emergencies immense kid, I plead-the-fifth! I keyed-my-scripts and had you fleein-quick!//
so I don't mean to be mean-you-needless-bitch but I almost died laughing at "death poetry" just from readin-the-shit!

6 line min, first warning
-Y's-

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fleeing quick...god damn...I need to stop reading this...
the only reason u speaking sick...is cuz u really just needing dick...

6 line minum, First warning.
-Y's-

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figure I could drop by and promote my my first mixtape and what not since im here..

Ya'll still lauderdale nigga
Well i'll put u in the trunk and take u to slaughterdale nigga
Yo niggaz is the bitch niggaz with the crack pipe in they mouth
I'll give u a new meaning of dirty south
Cuz i'll put u under the ground with dirt in ya mouth
I see u runnin around rv like u got clout
rest in peace proof, but i'm tellin the truth
i'll leave that nigga slumped over like they did u.

naw i ain't downing the rawest nigga in d12, but he got proof in his name (eydentdy proof)

Ok...that was a good try...shid...sike...
*grabs da mic* let me wipe off this shit you left on da mic...
I've heard all I can stand now thats enough lame....
Maybe if I give you some good pussy you can up ya game....
you probably even the type thats short wit da doe...
type a bitch put you on to be my street corna hoe....
Its fakes ass niccas like you I leave deceased...
Got only 3 words left for you...REST IN PEACE...

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Sent-the-knife across your crib/ Ya rather live or tempt-me-twice?/
Your best attempts stay untrue/ like trina nicer than Mc-Lyte/
No way this pussy dangerous to where/ She smuggles-a-toaster/
Those cheap ass raps won't sell like hustlers-wit-mobiles/
I don't care-for-stupors like you/ Rip up ya apparent-future/
The effects in her sig/ At 1st, bitch was wearing-bloomers/
Advertisin pics/ So you can embark some penis-to-score/
Seen ya soul, Looked in ya heart/ All I see is a whore/

I dont even gotta say how fucked ya flows is
dont have to say ya career's 'getting shorter as it goes on'..
.................................................. ..........your structure shows it!
Drop on this board n get killed, you dont need to go forward, for real
cause when RV looks at ya verses,
it looks like there was an X-tortion...................of your skills!
I'll leave your verse bleeding
from now on, dont post anymore verses unless its worth reading!

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^Chump.

Smeh.

That shit was wack,I should shoulder a punch that'll knock ur joints.
You talkin bout structure...
......<---when you use those to get ur point.
Ur style is played,Shiiit you drops stay soft.
Aneroxic lines get pitched..
.......................then get pop'd weigh off!
Wordplay is decent,but faggot cant hack a vet.
i mean if you spit fire..
...Then why havent I cracked a Sweat?

...beeesh.

Against me, theres no doubt this kid get slain, plain
I get my point across like this "......<---" ..?
............................sucka, you did the same thing.
Dont dare step to my stage, remain in the crowd
your lines are ok, but how you dissing me?
...............................when I gave you your style!
Dont think you're nice just cause it happened to be
cause remember, you stole ya whole swagger from me
You faggot with keys, nigga, I built you
n the reason you "havent cracked a sweat"..
cause "only the living can sweat, and I been killed you".

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The Scholar

If that was ur best,Wow..You just blew it.
I would show you the window of Op...
...........But I rather throw you threw it!
^Thats^UR style,Then I pursued it before you.
Now sayin ur ^...
..Well I guess Dope wasnt suited 4 you!
Ive been here for a while,You can track my style.
^After that..my punches'll will Shatter an crack a smile.

.Lmao.Ur pretty decent.

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If you're driving for the best, better re-arrange ya direction
instead of changing ya font, u should change ya profession
Start takin some lessons, nobody's feeling ya bars or yo rhymes
even when this bout started...
'you came out not seeing me' like you were 'born with no eyes'
All ya flow's lies, beatin me? You cant do it anyday
if rap was illegal, you wouldnt be breakin the law...
............................................cause you cant do it anyway!

.Lmao. Thank You! You're not bad yourself ..

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The Scholar

RV's inactive..Buy the look of things,makes cents.
You couldnt spark..an idea even if you changed the Flints.
^Meh,but still beats ur drop by a mile..so go away.
Breakin the law?..
.. know you did,but how many bars did you steal today?
Ur concepts been done to death,plus ur wording is weak.
Yeah you got Deep thoughts...
..Cuz I Shovel Shit an Burried it Deep.
Now plz,Peep that an keep it at ur wording punches better.
I elevated beyond the clouds...
...Cuz This punch put u under the weather.


.Ben Dope.

I'll bomb this child, theif, you palmed ya style
I killed you, n ya soul levitated to heaven ..
...thats the only reason you're "beyond the clouds"
Please, this dude's worse than he say he is
I 'ripped Ben Dope to shreds'..
...................so he had to change his alias.
Dude, stop, cause I aint even begin to bury clowns
n fuck "under the weather"...
enough talkin and you'll be 'under cemetary grounds'
Ya whole shit is fake, you far from what is real
he 'put his ability inside of a pencil' ..
.....just so he could be able to 'sharpen up his skills'.
Try to beat me, you already know the outcome (I'll win)
you dont make sense...
how do you try n diss the dude you stole ya style from?

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The Scholar

ha.

Me I got Plenty of styles,You cant keep enough.
Fuck gettin down to the Nitty Gritty..
.............Ill use ur face to sweep it up!
An me using ur style?.Ha.Come on Diddick you kiddin.
Ur Style!?!..
...Now I need to go to Memisis an tell'em You bit it.

^Thats just as bad as it gets,an thats prolly the best of ur spit.
Thats been slept on...
..Im gonna exercise my Right to kick the REST out ur shit.

....

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I'll chop ya in sections, leave you slaughtered in seconds
abolish ya methods, no need in wishin of prolongin ya presence
Rip you from heart to intestine, ya mind n thoughts'll be seperate
offer ya death quick, theres no need for you droppin ya text shit
Stop n perfect it, snatch skin off ya chest to lessen some layers
cause you 'cant stand in my league' like 'fired professional players'
You addresed as a hater, you wanna be called dope so bad?
well, I'll treat you like dope, when I 'chop you up n put you in a bag'

...ha

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