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Topic...
Hells Kitchen

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damn...i get him again... cuz he changed his name haha
ight howeva it goes down
checkin in..................

Yeah We battled once al ready

And mad i am 2-1 Serious.......
i Battled:

Kerrdezzy-Won
Vortex - Lost
Ender - Won

They are the only i've people battled..

Check.........

ight i can't post tonight cuz i gotta go to cedar point n won't get back til teusday night... i'ma try droppin by midnight on this hard ass topic... haha it's the hardest so far cuz i can't even think of how to rap about it
i'll get somethin in

I witness a spirit that invokes the essence of man.
Tattooed words as hieroglyphics written beset, fixed the sands.
Grains of time wasted, the hourglass presents this with hands.
To seize my composure swiftly, enemies against distant plans.
Satan, author of horror, spars with fists dipped in crushed glass.
The Alpha of my awakening leads to the Omega in blood baths.
Evil flows like the Euphrates in sub-sequential con-text.
It's non-sense to con-vex your mind in this spiritual con-test.
My brain synapses fold wit precision,
Electromagnetic atmospheric conditions mold my vision.
Download my visuals in the form of pixelations and data scripts.
With fast banter quips His manuscript rips that of latter spits.
Two-Hundred and Sixty thousand seconds rapidly seems irrelevant.
But I settle this, cuz I flex my mental cells in this element.
Detrimental to every bit,
I mark my time with every string of energy without a second missed.
His spies transcribe His written words to prophesy.
Spelled in the stars above that Satan is the future in all honesty.
I see chumps in their costumes, with nozzles and toxic fumes.
Former glock smokers and stock brokers and narcatic humes.
Apostles similar to human fossils, drained of their heart muscles
Displays pain in it's gothic tunes.
Seconds become minutes become hours.
Hours turn to days in full length, the stench just over powers.
Finally I see the body of a nigga face mangled and red.
To my surprise it was mine, body limp...dangling dead.

yo addlibb....bigg upps
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*AIN'T NO SUN SHINE BEAT*

Kerr..."ya hell is hott... they ain't no sunshine in this song...."

to be honest the devil's tauntin has caused me major problems,
he found me...then hanted me til i was emotinally paralized n was sent off to a mental hospital in harlem,

i neva saw his face...until the day his heated pitch fork came upon me,
i was in my own kitchen which he claimed was his n violently cursed me strongly,

my force was at most was 1 hundreth of his evilness he had worked,
i strained to look...but i had no control over where my eyes lurked,

like a genie... he gave me 3 choices of hellracious deaths,
me 6 feet in the ground... gettin there is the last chapter to be read,

life to cease was near n there was no other diverse solutions,
i wouldn't make it to heaven... the devil has caused me mass sin polution,

inside of devil's kitchen was a tea pot which was too hot to handle,
a little reminder he gave me that i was to join him in his evil scandle,

going to church to cleanse my sin did me absolutely no good,
i was rejected...the devil shaded me away from ritousness n took me from the rural to the hood,

i was a country boy wit no experience how to gang bang,
didn't matter... the devil's sin had me killin bitches then i revieved "red rum" as my nick name,

in the hood i was accepted n this sin i once dreaded i started to adore,
the thoughts he injected into my head made me think i was hard to core,

then i found myself adjacent to the bloods n crips,
wit friends on both sides i tried to deny joinin a gang to prevent me from horrendous clips,

the time came upon me where they were both sides of me n i became dazed,
qeustioned who i was wit... i ran but only fo the shells to puncture me anyways........

*in hospital, talkin to nurse*

nurse..."here's a bible...doesn't seem like you are gonna go on... wit those gang tatoos n everything i'm afraid you won't make it"
me..."nah...i won't take that...give me some morphine so i can rest in hell..."
nurse..." why kid?"
me..."the devil's curse upon me has me sworng to hell.......................i'll see all of you mother fuckers there"

Alright, KerrDezzy, I didn't like your story or your flow at all. It was really funky on that piece. Addlib, I think you came more original, your flow was better, and a better story, and I'll look into your record.

Vote=Addlib

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^thanx Mad^

Uppin this

1-0 me
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Addlib was more original ... he took this shit...

i dont know why poll is closed .... but meh...

VOTE ADDLIB