...?... vs Ancel

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...?...

Heres the thing, your quick ass verse didnt sting and my hunch is...
You wrote your verse in less than an hour...coz i only see minute punches
I clump kids, it takes you ages to produce wack shit you bring to the fight
If you ever throw a good punch, the bins gon be rumaged through all night
See the light dont go on in ya head, quit tryna run before you even crawled
Forget tryna switch your style, your dome already has dimmer installed
Your rhymes always involve incomplete hits when it comes to the crunch
Putting your wack writing in a ring binders only time they see a whole punch
Eat you for lunch, cant match me faggot, iono what you in the zone meant
I came up with a lot of wit, you came up on the back of wack ass opponents
10 points n a title match? you should be do or die not chasing awards
Coz lately youve masterd the cling on like you bout to audition for starwars
I rape whores, your heading for the little league cos ya style aint swell
Your dad mustve had the same name, way you were destined for junior ancel
Ima dwell on the fact no one likes you n you aint one to admire
Coz if it was your fanning the flames, no one in the league would be on fire
Call me a liar but i see a lot of weak shit in ya verse that i`ll eat for lunch
Your verse has plenty of character, just none of them formed a decent punch
Its coming down to the cruch n your computer skills suck in this
But youve mastered the space bar...producing 2 lines of pure nothingness

Ancel

are you shittin me kid? why the fucks my crew name still in ur sig?
i ain't hungry...so it's no suprise the whole leagues splittin ur ribs
& he's a bitch, you aint gay? then why act so emotional dog
man this fags grip on the league...s'prolly got lotion involved
come from a chain of ho's, & nah dude i wouldnt dare erase it
your so bitchmade you n you mom share a cage in my basement
i got 'em last time we battled, n when i got it i neva flop the ball...
so to set the record straight...i shoulda never dropped at all
n your worlds bout to end, but atleast ya never snitched on a friend
so even though you aint a pig, we constantly see you bring dirt to a pen
n im def prepared for war, wont hesitate to run n smash a dork..
man how come when ? gains heat, we all sprint to snatch a fork
i smoke weed not cigarettes...so last weeks champ match look so silly
fuck's got me smokin a square when i really should be blazin a philly
your mom must be like a wall, stoppin me from tearin limbs apart
so if shes just holdin Back talent, s'cuz i never seen a bitch bend so far
im burnin the 'vets' in the league, & ya muscle ain't shit to ignite bitch
'cause if your a fine tuned machine...then dog i feel like a spike strip
n ya last verse seemed familar...atleast i can say that it felt read
so if you make it we'll see playoffs....of what everyone else said..
my right hooks land clean, and it's knows i don't take jaw-jab to hart
man ill hit you so hard, you'll think i jacked vaskez's avatar..
i'll wrap ya, up in a back pack i snatched from the hall
man i must be a teacher leavin this question in chalk..

Winner: Ancel