heres just some random battle lines that i've came up with. just incase i get into one of those freestyle battles where dudes wanna spit writtens. plous these are just down right nice punches that'll have you rollin'. check it out,

(round 1)
you wanna style? please! remove this child//
i got punchlines that'll knock you back to when them shoes was in style//
talkin' bout'chu rob this and'll sale that easay!//
but'cha stuff so worthless till u couldn't even pawn(pon) de replay//
so when you see me, shake, or leave me, fake, u need the cake//
cuz i a get'cha girls cookies hotter than the easy bake//
no wonder you insecure, dont wanna bring her to the show//
cuz you came to give dough and not to see me leavin' wit'cha hoe//
i can see u now, losin' to me,hop in the whip, back it up//
look over and wonderin' why ya girl aint in the passenger//
posted// i'm a celebratin' man so after i win that i'm a pop
your cap like cheap wine and toast it//
to better days, passin' the blues//
in a silver benz, about a shade darker than that ash on ur shoes//
tried to tell homes not to stunt his cell phone, dude truth//
get shot in the mouth for it, no accesories but heres a blew(blue) tooth//

(round 2)
like huffy, i got bars to handle youngins//
that wont get off my bone for nufin', tooth enamle youngins//
i'm what'chu all not, you prolly call cops//
my whole flows a lowblow, so you should B(e) cuppin' like girls wit' small tops//
lil bamma, when ya pops was poplockin' watchin' the ojays perform//
i was makin' his chickens(girls) hot(horny) gettin' my bojangles(chicken store) on//
this loser claim he wit' a mean mob//
but 4real he foreign to the block, real G's prolly askin' 2 see his greencard//
talkin' bout he gonna kill me, but he broke?//
you aint shootin' me, yo broke a$$ cant even afford to shoot a video//
he talks hard but its pretty though//
play wit' me, this'll be the last time talkers see u, like EazyE on Arsenio//
so pass wit' the fakin'//
cuz you on't wanna get shot wit' a 38 mo special than the classes u takin'//
talkin' bout'chu get girls, i can tell thats a lie//
the list a chicks you been in is prolly shorter than the school bus you ride//

(round 3)
cold flow but spat heat tho//
gettin' guap, this fool gross dsl's money worth, get it? NET-ZERO//
you a he-ho POUND u, you aint even worth a KILO, we know//
i would tell you how wack you are but stating the obvious aint my stilo//
i'd rather show up at'cha door and hit'chu at the peep hole//
or show up at the family picnic and start firing at'cha people//
take the stuff out'cha house and leave a note like repo/
sayin,"see hustle man for ya stuff back, asap cuz he got it 4cheap, mo//
you wanna battle to learn my swag and use my glamour//
i'm havin' fun, why you lookin' so mad? cuz you losin', bamma?//
he mad like the wolf, huffin'&puffin' now he prolly wanna blow//
me, out here i feel at home-mo,but i'm no homo//
see now do the math right now if you steppin'//
cuz i'll put 3 in ur fore(4)head and make you land at the 7,eleven(store)//
and have ya fiends bounce like bungy suspension//
if you a problem then i just broke you down like division//

i used a lot of general lines that i could use against common mistakes battle rappers do like, looking angry, braggin' about how thug they are and how much wiehgt they moved or claiming to have all this money but they still in the hood battlin' for scraps. its EASY............ i also use this stradegy when i'm actually in an off the head freestyle battle cuz most battle rappers make these mistakes that i feed off of. haha


(round 4)
its all natural science, mo, i'm nuclear fission//
thats why i'm gettin' mo head than ya mother's extentions//
fiend, u prolly got mo pot on u than my stove top in the kitchen//
u and all ur DOGS need SEX CHANGES cuz i'm tired of the BITCHIN'//
i'll box you any metaphor you thnkin', how many rounds u been in?//
the tre a pound u more than the than the amount of pounds u benchin'//
he flinchin'?, i'll hit 'em, lift 'em in the air, spin 'em, & sit 'em//
out in the streets? i'll get'chu stomped right there, cinnamon tim 'em//
spittin' venom, allergic to rappers, itchin' ta get 'em//
have you on base in maryland like cal ripken's begginins//
even ya girl slow so i'll pace 'er(pacer) like reggie miller//
act as a fruit? and like the T'wolves Anthony, i'm a peel 'er (peeler)//
meanwhile i'm gettin' ice & c.r.e.a.m. on sunday top that//
i'll have you dropped flat, on all sides like a top hat//
listen to the teacher// this my game & mike jackson's skin
argument is the only time you've fought in the BLEACHers//

(my clipse flow)

(round 5)
somethings never change, even the dollars//
in my walets all high notes, i could hold an opera//
pennyloafer seats, my whips interiors copper//
BG of my CITY, allways stay wit' the CHOPPERS//
pop ya, crack ya tail open like new made lobster//
use ur noodle, put heat to ya head, sufle'd pasta//
get real, you a BOSS on ur roster?//
well i still CU(a)RRY JERKS thats BIG WIGS,TUPEE' RASTAS//
*curry+jerk rasta food sauce*
you fake, dummy, go head jump me//
addicted to hatin' me, don't become a dead junkie//
guerrilla warfare, the feds want me//
so i camoflauge in the concrete jungle with bathing apes & red monkeys//
nike & NORTHFACE BOOTS, yeah thats what dc wore//
lookin' down on me only a get'chore FACE BOOTed NORTH//
and get'cha place scooted off, don't get left fakin'//
i spit athsma, cuz my flow is breath takin'//

(round 6)
see i dont get pressed, i impress to depress//
you rejects who see me and wanna disrespect//
attention seekers, here's some bling,jealous eyes can hold that//
i'l walk past and make ya girls head do the wal-mart... roll back!//
cuz i'm a neackbreaker and breathtaker rolled in one//
i'm the chip's visual aid, cuz i bet she cant peak just once//
then like FRITO's i make her wanna LAY wit' me//
& i don't run game, so y'all bammas dont wanna play wit' me//
DC's hot boy i'll get'cha girl wet and we gonna make you boil//
than i'll treat her like milk... take her out till she's spoiled//
you have no peeps school of the blind bammas blamin' me//
put me out there and i bet that even they'll see//
that the G I be is feathers, get it?... all over ur chick//
you couldn't get this HOT if u was the DOG on a STICK//
drugfree but'll SMOKE a G, lookin' FLYER than the POTENCY//
notice me, no skating shoes but i'm so DC!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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the list a chicks you been in is prolly shorter than the school bus you ride//
i got punchlines that'll knock you back to when them shoes was in style//
cuz i a get'cha girls cookies hotter than the easy bake//
^^
outa the first two, i like those punchlines. the rest aint good punclines, but u might still get props for'em in a freestyle battle

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