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Senior Citizen
Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,870
Battle Record: 4-3
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01-23-2005
DA BIGGEST It's like this... You the whackest guy... punch with massive rights, attack with ravage might make ya dash in fright you can either lose, hack the site,get bashed tonight or just pass the mic.. quit actin hype, don't feud with..a savage human that'll splash ya fluids like victims of random shootins so plan to lose this, ya whack'n useless left blackened bruises, you deliver worse lines than Shaq in Blue Chips.. so stop the press, I'm hott to def with acid spits and toxic sweats got glocks'n techs'n shovels to bury you like a fuckin ostrich head you've lost respect, get stomped to death...hearts close when I start flows nautious with barf loads, games on when I flame on like kitchens with charcoal incisioning strained spleens developin gain green spillin blood on the dang screen ya lame B, mainly just lately..piss in ya mainstream..the only gangsta seen sailing I'll make you draw blood like sketchin self portraits, gettin ya corpse kicked cave vocal chords-in, leave sword slits on portions of every one of ya organs Finish Him! yo quit the talk'n chat, you already lost this match..I spit exhaust'n gas ya nautious fast, took a cautious glance saw Flo & another man lockin hands I'm Frankenstein committin heinus crimes with bats, shanks and nines I got your back but won't replace your spine due to my sacred mind never patronize or feel my hatred rise... cause any fans you EVER had were undetected by the naked eyes!! KOS Creeping Death Its a multie battle.... I'm sick wit these, spittin' endlessly, rippin' geeks wit vicious keys you hopeless wit it, feh the dope I'm spittin, you Da biggest..biggest fiend Niggas quitin' when they screen shows a written that this nigga bring Smash this bitches knees, then his feet, and slash his wrist & jab his spleen back hand in this bitch so fast were back n the past when I hand um his ass I blast back like back drafts when I blast raps wit crooked lines dude Attack fags who act bad till you having flash backs when ya look behind you What could I do, I'm hood wit mine you shook when I'm threw rhymin' it too could rip ya entire crew, isnt this like, proof that I'm nicer than you? Ya lines was stretched-& nice attempt but ya like a vet-& knowone likes ya yet, okay enough of ya stretched style tho... I just modified it yo, ya rhymes is broke Mines is dope, And I won this multie battle wit inner rhymes alone.. And thats the truth, damn it dude ya whack and you cant stand the truth Me rappin' is proof, cuz if the truth was in front of you, you'd be callapsin' too Fuck it dude, take some asprins too.. Cuz I'm just crushin' ya verse youngin' now poundin' wit gats found out he was whack without touchin' the search bottun Bustin'-guns-&-slumpin-this-nigga-fo'? thinkin'-he-has-rap-skills What-the-fuck-you-want-it-wit-da-flo? When keyin-I-am-mad-ill I had to get old school an use the lines to show nerds all the multies Didnt wanna use the lines, cuz they'd be over used this time ..cuz my whole verse is a multie.... |
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