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Originally Posted by Death
Opponent: Jessica
Topic: Random
yo i decided to go random/ put your pussy in the figure 4 leglock until u have a tantrum/your raps make me hard, but legally/ hit my PM w/ ya nudes i'll pay the legal fee/ white girls love black men, i could be your Kobe/ get kinky w/ me, i'm like a shinobi/ but once u get obese, u a freak/ i only need that in the sheets/ but ya pussy game so weak/it'd make diahoardjr go gayer/ i'll eat u out while i say the alphabet BACKWURDZ(not a stupid ass pronunciation)/ i'll make u cum n ya pants till u sweat & it look like u tryna crank dat Soulja Boy........ not SOBER(SAVER)/ tell me to stick 2 dolla bills n ya g string/ u my sweet thing/ and i'm on a diet, u bad for my health/ ya pussy smell like cool ranch doritos/ it got hair(HEIR) like the guy on the can/of pringles/and when u cum, u recite that State Farm jingle/ bingo/ tell me i'm the best while it boosts my ego/ im evol/ u should know that from Spongebob/ wait(WEIGHT)... u SOUTH AFRICAN LIKE STEVE NASH AND U LOOK LIKE KREAYSHAWN & AMY WINEHOUSE AFTER REHAB HUBBA HUBBA U FLAT CHESTED, I NEED STANDARDS, THIS BITCH ALREADY PM'ING ME FOR CHILD SUPPORT & I AINT FUCK YET/ IM UPSET
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Round2
Opponent: DEATH
Jessica
I'm easily annoyed/ especially by lil easy boys who spit words that even leave google void/ searched for "DEATH" on google and it told me to stop playing with lil gay boys/in which prison have you ogled those bars from, because from where I am standing/ they looking broken ended ready for a melting/ what do you even think messing with this grammatical animal Bitch Jessy, with a vocabulary more than you could ever dream of? / this is ending/ I am sending you halfway to Hell's child rearing for a beating/ that will have your genitals self breathing/ I am the start of bad destruction/ Even with straight lead instructions, I will beg{bag} this distraction within DEATH'S Basement/ He will start hearing what my voice soprano mean to the military fortification/ and his whole fucking unemployed whack-niggah nation/ my vocabulary its his skull that it is cracking/ he is annihilating/ racking this exhalation/ with knuckles bigger than houses,I'm punching his troubles with room for another double of his torn respiration/ I am paradox that talks code blue violations/ with a tongue blew of it's location/ you piece of crap should better manner presentation/ Stamp on my hand while I'm giving destruction/ like a senile charity to a dweeb who keeps on curtains at sight of my rampage trying to close out the savage deconstruction/ on a verge of recollection of my feelings/ with the beatings that you're receiving your heart will die/ feeling really needy/ you lil idiot, you honestly believe you spitting sickly?/ with words that don't make sense logically/ you're fucking soft to Jessy/ what is it about nude? You're a fag not a straight dude/ I'll spit gasoline on you and ignite your phoenix feeling,consider yourself DEAD.