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Scream
Join Date: Jun 2015
Posts: 3,251
Battle Record: 63-35
Accomplishments - 50 Wins
Champed - BA Picture Roast
- Battle Royale Tournament
- NBL Pic Roast
- Netcees Battle League
- NBL Season 11
- HoT Roast
- BAL Roast
- Tag Team Tourney
- NBL Barcotic Cypher
- SOL Pic Roast
- BA Tag
- XXXtentacion Roast
- 1-2 LR Champ
Rep Power: 22535868 ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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UA Fantasy Match
Radius: Fantasy becomes Reality... RaDiuS you spittin baby shit, watch Rad rip apart your potty he's Mc 'dioxide'/my replica...another 'carbon' copy can't stick to making images plus you lackin the raps bet ur idol's Atari games cause your graphics is wack eight ball in ya anal 'socket'..now u apart of the nutt club gettin wet in a 'pool' of fags, in lamenz...'butt-plugged' your sissy ways will get you missin'...never pitty Raid ..i'll leave you a mystery 'Unsolved' like that Biggie case anyways..ya can't defeat me spea-king that weak speech put temp next to his win record..you get a beat speed even Jehfrey Dahmer aint got nothin on my next phrase when i eat Illusive's heart..it'll be ontop of his chest plate let's wait...heard about the dicks you take in the butt ya fudge chasing faster than Lavert after bakery trucks your whole audience has 'scoliosis' when they chant boo ..cause actually they're 'backs are turned' against you! i'll send this late, even default, u can't beat my best rhyme all i gotta do is read your verses to 'meet the deadlines' you want me? but honestly this fucka can't touch me face it kid...your whole styles 'bitch made' like puppies join dot communists? the problem is u herbs is clowns and like lights when i'm with ya bitch..i turned you down dont get mad at me, go finish catchin feelin's with Epic i'm the best bitch, i'm dope, hot and ill-so-respect-it.... EXCELLENCE!!! Illusive: You're dope? guard it 'n' see, how Temp's targeting fiends, 'cause RaDiuS got more 'issues' than army fatigues Seeking knowledge? Here's my foot in your ass, let it seap in when heads told you not to look down, they had a good reason Foes explode, leave ya bone's rip'd, you won't win... Circumsize's too much, no wonder th' 'competition's so slim' Wackness has come to UA and you're getting th' blame Say RaDiuS before matches, to prevent kids from forgetting your name It's time to, leave a faggot where faggots can't find you... Got ya mom's legs bent in a V, so you can see th' only one behind U... It all starts...You MUST be a rookie, never an all star.. Damage your nerves and send you my feelings, I'm Hallmark I see you, and I see that you manage to scare some... but skill is like nuns in a strip club...you 'bare none' Capture your fans hearts, and leave your lungs tie'd then leave you 'hung from a roof' like teeth and gum lines Watch a thug die, I'll smash ribs and detach limbs RaDius says he'll break my hand, but only faggots 'snap wrists' You'll float over sea, and not by vacation alone 'cause sexuality is empty fishing lines, and yours is 'debate'd' th' most Is your brain's encasement enclose'd? let all that air out 'Cause your ego is bigger than Master P's hair now... Clear out...grab an enullment, gay marriage has hit th' pulpit plus, your mom's had more people in her than Cult VI What's coming out next? you or your next stupid audio but beat me? you've hit your head too many times like Super Mario RaDiuS...coming to UA, you lost your image from th' get go because 'Urban Prowlers' ain't shit, but Plymouth in th' ghetto |
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