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Verses by Tuesday
Voting ends Thursday

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Checkin in lookin for a good battle comin up.
BLAH.............................................. ...............
Ok thats about 100
T-

checkin in like a homeless heron addict to an outpatient clinic
the way I regurgitate on these fakes make you think I'm bullemic
but aint nuthin skinny bout the many shits Ima drop on this square
how you gon match me with some lackee who can't keep his dick in the air

this could be the worst human rights violation this side o' the meridian
'bout to cook beef well done 'n' then some like the Branch Davidians.

... til tuesday homie.

You would've thought this cat wrote his raps from the stuff that dreams are made
But his moms says she'll disconnect MSN again until his rent is paid
no guts no glory shriveled nuts similar story
you must be an Oriville Redenbacher stalker your skills are so corny
Like my shit last week during a peak of emcee indigestion
don't question the greatest mic sadist til after this sodomy session
I'm leavin that colon swollen like Zed's phallus fuckin marseilles wallace
no pulp fiction i got this johnny twitchin with nervous affliction
for real you get a dickin from the diction, gang banged with the slang
you like my cell block bitch yellin 'oooohoo sweet thang'
had better sense to know this freestyle fellatio would give me the drips
if I cocked my cock and shot in your mouth you still couldn't spit fool karte blanche's gene pool is deep where yours is weak
I've evolved to abhor your inferior species and the feces you speak
'reckon you chumps is halfsteppin, ya traction's so slipshod
gotta bring unrestricted warfare to bear cuz this is jihad god
two thousand three megaton carpet bomb drop
wall to wall fuck you all infitada will never stop
die harder than John McClane 'n' I'll be the last man standin
scragged in the frey now you on the highway to heaven like Michael Landon
goddamn I ain't no medicine man but I'm servin these herbs
we oughtta ostracize you from the league and leave you text at the curb
word maybe the salvation army'll have better use for your refuse
you could rep with Omar Epps and still not have any juice
I swing this lyrical cunnilingus like barry bonds at the plate
take a page from the dike cookbook and look how pussy gets ate
knock you screwballs out the park you couldn't see me if I glowed in the dark
'beat your candy ass like a pinata you outta not even start
hey baby it feels hella good to make you fold like oragami
cuz underneath it all you're a pale bitch like Gwen Stefani

whomp, there it is there. I dunno why but a couple verses got tied together where they were supposed to be separate:

...if I cocked my cock and shot in your mouth you still couldn't spit/

fool karte blanche's gene pool is deep where yours is weak/

besides that, have at you T-Squeezy.

upping past the no shows........
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I sense a lotta repressed rage from when you was a shory/
Ya should be depressed still rappin on the net when you forty/
The only club you been in was high school-Glee/
But somehow you still used a fuckin fake ID/
So now I'm questionin whats wrong with this cat/
KB Please leave those wack replys blank like firin unloaded ghats/
Your punches aint hittin shit, I kill herbs like you So I weed the wack/
I can diss myself harder than your two freestyles an whole vurse/
"T- lives in a shack wit a fuckin I-mac," meanwhile whats worse?/
KB stores toys, is also outta work/
an only drinks at bars where men dont wear shirts/
I can tell by ya rhyme suicide has crossed ya mind befor/
Help is here (quer) stick ya head in tha door, kiss tha floor/
Listen just once more- You aint one of raps renegades/
You been afraid of money since ya got jacked sellin lemonade/
Aint done shit in ya life. So long, Death is here today/
My foot starts kickin tha door in an blood starts drippin/
Two more an K is on tha floor now its just pourin/
I almost took out tha rhyme book but stood in dismay/
Cause Ya do nothin but spit shit on tha mic anyway/
So I'll shove it in your ass, with my foot, one last smile befor you drift away/
A sutible funiral for a fuckin wack emcee whos gay/

10 minute keystyle bitches

uppin for more voters against the multi vurse droppin rapper...
VOTE VOTE VOTE
is that a 100 yet..........................................
T-

Shiiiiiit, who died and mad you ChriSt? I'll drop three four or more
don't get the game crossed up, only the first counts toward my score
I can dig your moderation, keepin' peace to make this jones better
but don't regulate out of hate cuz your raps get ate on the regular
for the constituents: only regard the verse above 'n' put your vote down
Just the facts ma'am, ignore the trapese acts by these nut swingin clowns

uppin' for votes, downin' for sympathetic posts.