M Dogg vs. .:bLaDe:. for the Heavyweight Title

[M Dogg™]

You got until May 5th to defend your title. Well what about defending your title against... ME! Come on homie, One on One with the Great One, Heavyweight title on the line, and one more thing.... Good Luck!

[da_notorious_mack]

*gets comfy in his front row seat*
dis shud b a tyte 1

[bLaDe]

LoL ... uhmm aight lol...here r the rules

the usual
20-30bars
3-0=ko/first to 5
crew votes allowed
u spit first
max due date - may 5th[spitting ON the day is ok]

peace, good luck

 -{bLaDe}

[M Dogg™]

The Challenger, in the Red Corner, in the blue trunks with white trim, out of I.E. California, here is M Dogg.    

To numb the pain, get some novicane as I'm here to reck you like crack cocine/    
Muthaphukka better become Hindu 'cause you'll need more gods to prey too/    
This bitch got a sour throut off dick, Broken jaw with speam cuming out his shit/    
You see now we about to get into domination, As I conquer your civilization/    
Blade is quer like She-Males, complete with Lee nails, molesting men in jail/    
This be I.E. for the rest of me, be the top rhymer of two centries/    
Better call the cyropracter, 'cause I'm the backcracker, rip your spine well I jack ya'/    
See the rhymes I created have lyrical penitrated the defense being gang related/    
See you won the game but you mastered it wrong, some ol' tight ass songs/    
His really a lightweight like supermodels, I can break you in half like beer bottles/    
Load up my frontloader like a British solder, Instead I'm Russia 'cause my lyrics are colder/    
Make you slit your wrist 'cause you can stand to lose, call me a cholo 'cause I beat you on cruise/  
'Cause I'm like Michael, I defeated Satan, Kill you and it's safe for homosaphines/  
If this is the playoff's you'd be a K.I.N.G., choke when it be the real thing/  
Muthaphukka tries to be a gangsta Gambino, well we kill wannabe's in San Bernardino/  
Take this to an Indian Casino, where my homies leave you out in Chino (oh no)/  
You as king is like Jigga calling himself J'hova, I ain't witness you so stay soper/(1)  
I'm the Rakim of WCC, wins so easily, count 1-2-3 and see me roll to victory/  
Get charged of child harm like R.Kelly and the Priest, slice you up like a beast/  
Let's face I win, as I snatch your crown like you the Pope and I'm Napoleon/

(1) Jay Z calls himself Hova, short for Jahova, which is also the Jahova Witness church.

[Entreri117]

*Sits down next to Da Notorious Mack with coke and popcorn*

Nice shit M!  This is gonna be a hella tight battle!!!

[ToNe1904]

The Challenger, in the Red Corner, in the blue trunks with white trim, out of I.E. California, here is M Dogg.    

uggg, did u forget our battle already? lol its "tha PINK corner!"  

[M Dogg™]

uggg, did u forget our battle already? lol its "tha PINK corner!"  

I changed it there too. You are just color blind that's all...LOL

[doggmastah]

*Sits down next to Da Notorious Mack an Harmany with coke and salty cheesy popcorn*


Nice shit yall!  This is gonna be a tight one!

But hey! Get that bald, toothless man  out of our way...  


Peace1!

[Entreri117]

*stands up and walks to the bald toothless man*

Harmany : 'Sir, please take that fake afro off your head!"

Man : "Fuck you!"

*knees the man in the stomach and uppercuts his nose sending him to the floor*

*goes and sits down in orignial seat*

[Hittman]

^Stop With That Gay Shit^

[doggmastah]

^Stop With That Gay Shit^

He! HE! Yur damn right! We gone too far!

Much respect!

Peace1!  (but  i guess that was funny anyway!)

[bLaDe]

~Eat Thiz Sucka~

Massacre, my tags all over tha plastic, with the words R.I.P'ped engraved in ya caskets//
Attracting flow like magnets, make ya sweat and turn into a mental wreck, smoking MCz like cigarettes//
U couldn’t 'pack-heat' if u put ya lyrics-pages in a suitcase, threw in a burning match and sealed-it tight//
Dangerous, when my attacks-meet, rattling like spirits-in-cages, my rhyme puts up an energy Shield-of-fright//
You can’t see me through binoculars, like a python, im poisonous, got different styles like the limbs of an  
Octopus//
You can’t feel me cuz I knocked you unconscious, pulled out ure brain through your sinus, and ripped out Your esophagus//
Hitting Marty, with more angles than geometry, twisting his head around to a full 360//
Shining bright like tha light reflected of a crystal, you couldn’t see me if you took up optometry//
Fuck wid me n catch all the mental diseases, dropping tight shit like ants feces, my thesis is to smash ya  skull into pieces//
My brain releases masterpieces which manipulate MCz through telekinesis, watching as yo heart rate  Decreases, labeled the lyrical Jesus//
Gotta understand tha fact that you can’t react when I slash yo back and attack with my murderous-rap//
You can’t see me like yo eyes got cataracts, explosion on contact, caught in a barrage of verbal-attacks//
MDogg lacks, the true skillz of battle-rap, like a snake, b4 I attack a rattle-n-tap, the number of MCz  dat I slayed goes off graphical-stats//
Sticking-needles in you body and putting pressure like acupuncture, stressing till ya veins rupture//
You’re rhyming-is-feeble; my punches knock out your dentures and destroy your whole molecular-structure//
You shouldn’t provoke, Couldn’t see me with microscopes, Recognize, jus cuz you get smoked don’t mean ya dope//
Rhymes tighter than, prisoners in jail hold soap, spitting wise words like they uttered from the pope//
I stick-emcees in tha links-of-steel chains and get labeled a "chain-smoka"//
Bitch-please, leave you lying on tha hospital table cuz you a pain-provoker//
Foo, im as dangerous as a diabetic-drinking, dr. pepper, leave ya breathless like PINK trying to  Exercise//
Making Mdogg famous, with my poetic-thinking, possessing agility like a leopard, about tha apocalypse my  Lyrics prophesize//
purge-your-body like vaccination, since you 'can’t stand me' I inflict amputation in retaliation//
Submerge-Marty in his own pool-of-blood, fool-thinking-he-a-thug, giving your brain dehydration//
Grinding lines causing sparks, snap you spine and leave ure head bobbin like Parkinson’s disease//
Stay unmoved like Rosa parks, rhymes cool like Liquid Nitrogen, making ya blood freeze//
the gods sharpen-my-blade, double edged and sharp, rhymes frightening, strikes like white lightning//
The skies darken-deaths-shade, aiming for me, u jus stabbing in tha dark, clenching fist's grip tightening//
Slamming-lyrics like a wrestler, shit MDogg couldn’t 'blow up' if he sucked dick in an escalator//
expanding-my-physics, intellectually superior, rhymes leave you wearier, sending chills up n down ure spine  
Like an elevator//

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~R.I.P'ped....

 -{bLaDe}

[SCY]

i gota vote blade fo this 1 as he dint try to rhyme ver other word

vote = blade

['Illicit']

damn this is hot, almost as hot as my battle wit ToNe    (WHICH STILL IS AWAITING SOME VOTES!!!!)

M Dogg:

tight shit, hard punches good flow. your metaphors were deep and connected with a punch, nice work.

4.5 / 5



bLaDe

amazing, some of your best shit I saw ever. tight punches, n metaphors, I must say they were better than M Dogg's. its like M Dogg spit good and bLaDe spit better kinda.

4.8 / 5


vote: bLaDe


peace

[ToNe1904]

damn, like Illicit said (vote on our battle! lol) this shit was close as hell. Good shit on both sides.

M-Dogg hit very hard on this one. he flowed a lil bit better then blade and had sum tight metaphors. Good verse fah sho man.

4.1

Blade, same thing...hit real hard. Had sum real good personal attackz, nice metaphors and like usual, kept me laffin. Although M had tha better flow to his verse, blade made up for it with his creativity. Good shit man.

4.3

vote=Blade

a close battle fah sho tho. dont let tha votes fool nobody.