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Before I get any shit started
« on: March 08, 2001, 10:52:18 PM »
Before I post more rhymes, I just want to put this shit up. I really don't care who won it, I just want people to see the best battle this board will ever see. No offense to anybody, but this battle was hot!

Everyone On This Board Is Wacked: Posted by I Drop Rhymes

everyone postin rhymes
needs to stop with this shit bout cheese an wine
yall like a bunch of singn mimes
u dont even exist on my level
an its me that pissed on the devil
its like im in a whole other demention
im number one in overpopulation prevention
yall should go to a frestlyn convention
an better learn that my name u dont fuckn mention
watch me win every an all competitions
i make all yall rhymes look like shit outa mother goose
an some will even step up to dr. suess
when im done spittn yall beggn for a truce
call me mr. Lee cuz i bust ass like bruce
ur house an ur car imma boost
cant defeat me, even if yall in cahoots
im a kick ur ass wit my timerland boots
yall think u gangsta dressn up in wal mart suits
yall aint nothin but a bunch of fuckn fruits
what do i gotta do to see
what yall think of me
right...like i fuckn care
wouldnt fuck yo girls id it was a dare
when im in the mic all u do is sit an stare
your bankroll? i make look like cab fare
so pull up a chair
an let me schoo u on how to rhyme tight
dont give a shit if u black or white
color dont mean shit if u outa sight
when im through yall gonna see the light
right before u die
fuckn wit me? told u not to try
an i smoke so much a got a sty
dont know how to spell some words
whatever.. on yo face im droppn terds
yall shit dont taste right like bean curds
when i get on the mic you say its upserd
that anyone could rhyme as thight as this
an u get all jealous when u see me bight the crys
yall faggots dont wanna fight wit this
an most aint seen a rapper white like thisbut get used to it cuz i aint goin away
imma stay
an in hiphop imma erase all the gay
stack em all up on one tray
an sell that shit on ebay
hahahahahahaha
maybe this will inspire some better freestyles... peace out

Who Drops Rhymes: Posted by M Dogg

Who drops rhymes, you drop rhymes,
Fuck that, get passed my fo'-5,
Trying hard to claim that you the shit,
But you rhymes are elementy like that Watson trick,
Step off you little bitch,
'Cause now it's war for you weak diss,
Did you really want to start this,
War with on a westcoast board with a key-style kid,
Check it,
I've been doing this for a while so don't dismiss,
Back on the old Dre Day board before a name was even giving to it,
And I ain't even heard of you before,
Claiming my rhymes are wack, so now I'll get hardcore,
You see back in the days, when the devil was my friend,
And I tried to get at a slut named Sin,
People used to look me up and down,
And claimed I was the evilest G around,
Back before I started to chill,
I was known for stomping muthaphukkaz for real,
So then a little bitch straight step,
And then started dissing my set,
Claiming he was the greatest and all that shit,
He start saying some shit that just didn't hit,
Fuck that! It's time to trip on this nappy headed little tick,
Trying to suck on my balls,
The little tick didn't know that this Mexican had the biggest balls of them all,
So when he climbed up my leg,
He was hit by a ball 4 lbs. in weight,
Smashed him straight on sight,
And now like Gangsta, and 504 Boy, His no where in sight.

Yeah, straight up, you want to see better rhymes, well improve your shit before you talk, little flee. HA HA HA HA. I. muthaphukkin' E, and I'm holding it down like a G. BEYOTCH

This Is Too Easy: Posted by I Drop Rhymes

yo check out my ill freestlye
on this west coast key style
faggot rappers leave the popo on speed dial
an my lyrics'll make ya go senile
when i bust in the room
got the heads bouncin in tune
then u come in an they start booin
shit.. u look like a motha fuckn bafoon
get off the stage u wack mc
u dont got the ligitimacy
to step to a tight mc like me
u like a diaper dandy fuckn wit an o.g.
when u spit all u get is fuckn pity
you aint even a pussy.. just a kitty
clamin that ur inner-city
tryn to pack heat like p-diddy
when i bust through all i hear is "oh no, not this wigga again"
same white boy that busted that ass wit no friends
rippn the shit on the mic just cuz i can
battlin me u just cant win
im like mahammed ali was in boxin
u better hold up ya wack as lyrics
cuz aint no mothafucka who wanna hear it
my shits so good ur eyes'll start tearn
an my name is what youll be chearn
an i know its my game that you fearn
so sit down u little ass nigga
you small time.. neva pulled a trigga
u think ur shits big.. mines bigga
u think u spit fast.. im quicka
u think ur shit ill.. mines sicka
imma change the game like jigga
an i aint black so call me a wigga
i dont give a fuck like shady
fuckn ur old lady
an gettn younger ass than warren beaty
imma be kickn flows till im like eighty
now that u got schooled by the tru keystule pimp
just lay down u fuckn gimp
while i nibble some lobster an shrimp
u got a brain like a chimp
yo girl big as a blimp
my shit dont stink
an you best not blink
cuz u might miss a gesture
so i suggest ya
tape yo eyes an ears wide open
an stop dopen
an start copn
with that stank shit u call a life
while im livn a balln life
cuz im the one whos calln yo wife
she aint good lookn just gives good head
she aint give u none... guess what she said
u like it up the ass? i should fill ya wit lead
leave you faggot ass dead
u probably wear spandex an kickn the keds
like little pretty men ... all up in dreads
u got pussy waitin.... but take the dick instead
take ur man on vacation.. all out like club med
hahahahahahahahahahaha  peace

It's Time To Let This Muthaphukka Know: Posted by M Dogg

It's time for muthaphukkaz to understand
If anyone can, it's a Mexican
Who spits rhymes like tar juice
And who shots the club like Puffy do
You see, I ain't in to you
I'm a I.E. O.G. known for breaking fools
Well Bubba in jail molest you
I'll be in out on bail robbin' fools
You see, how can you look at me from on top of a hill
Like Ceasar Chavez, I'll starve until my people get their feel
And I'll bleed until a sick man gets his pill
And ain't no rich dude who I rob move, and that's on the real
For I never did time for I crime I did
I've been doing this too long, since I was an neglected kid
And you have the nerve to say "Not this wigga again"
Well this ese is gone beat you, until he sees red
Hold up son, lets state the facts
It took you long enough to come back
And last time I checked you have horrible rhymes
Now you come back with shit more powerful than Gemini
Tell me bitch, who's your ghostwrier
I do my shit by my lonsome, until your retired
Then go off like Nightrider
And if your on lifesupport, I'll pull this wire
Oh and why you think I got a wife
You must be confused, you so young, you don't know about life
So let me share it with you a little bit
When you turn 12 yours old, then you can hit it
Until then you can't even get an erection
And don't look at me, I'm 20 well your still steady guessing
Check it
I've lyed more hoes than you
Done more dirt than you can do
And last time I check, I'm more intercity than you
You see in Cali shit multiplies
If you bring the real, I push my shit up times 5
So stop say shit that's a lie
If your Ali, I'm Tyson and your about to die
'Cause even if I'm down, I'll bite your ear off
I'm a street muthaphukka, so don't even dare loft
And like every white dude, your rhythm is lost
But don't worry, maybe it's because the D.J. made the tune to soft
Fuck that, you'll never hear me over nothing but gangsta shit
I'm a west coast cholo who produces gangsta hits
Before suburb kids knew how to get a hip-hop party started
One bullet in your head well just leave you retarted
And I'll be honest, that bad smell was me who just farted
And you don't smell, but your pants are still brown marked
Stay off bitch I ain't even close to getting this started
Your the one whos lost 'cause his mardered

Word up, little warm up, Pleezbaleevit. Get ready for the next round BEYOTCH

Pus Dogg: Posted by I Drop Rhymes

shit i gotta lil homie tryin to play this
he jus jealous cuz i spray crys
im blastin off like the n to the a-s-a
bitch never call urself ese
cuz yo lyrics dont impress me
bitch u take god on yo side cuz i dont need him to bless me
an i dont need my mom to dress me
u little faggot ass rhymer
u fuckn wit a real big tymer
u nothn but a little winer
a got ill shit? haha mines finer
u think i dont respond fast enough?
an that my shit aint my stuff?
mothafucka go ahead an call my bluff
from now on call me the rhyme droppa for short
you mission to end me.. u betta abort
cuz ur face imma contort an distort
then yo pussy ass can bring me to court
u know ill be out in like two days
then find yo ass on tha thruway
beep you on the two-way
"look to your right"
before u get a chance mah bullet takes flight
an it ends yo sight
an in the same seconf shit ends yo life
so dont u dare step to this wigga wit an attitude
cuz my style is lude an crude
an i fulfill girls hunger betta than food
u cant an wont beat me
u just cant defeat me
so be careful how u treat me
double cross me
an try to toss me
an try to boss me
find yo self lost g
i told u i squeeze clips
till u look like swiss
an i dont play round on the microphone
an u know i got like 6 dikes at home
but they all like mah cone
so listen up "ese" u fuckn carraverga
throught yo neck imma slice mah dagga
walk away wit my little stagga
bitch i see more presidents than u can count
ur bitches pussy..... imma mount
ill choke ya like pj carlisemo
just for that wack ass dissn yo
sit back an just listen yo
cuz im the tightest whitest rapper youll ever meet
i know u got a room wit my posters.. you just keep it discreet
u think its me u can beat?
shit.. i laugh at u an i almost choke
like u do on the mic u nothin but joke
u dealn oregeno while im dealn coke
no wonder yo pussy ass is always broke
but the way
im lyrically acclaimed
while u.... ur just shamed
away from the stage
u faggot.. ill bust ya ass if im caged
right on the stage ur ass is gon be maimed

hahahahahahahaha peace

Now You Tell Me Who Won: Posted by M Dogg

FINAL ROUND

FIGHT!!!

Times ruinning out little bitch
You came back quick with that wacked ass diss
Now give your mother a kiss
'Cause I'm about to end this
If you read your shit out load
You'll find no flows are found
And your last shit just went around
It made no sense, or even had a good sound
Hell
Your best shit was when your repeated "me" in 6 straight lines
Now how is that dropping rhymes
I see why you have to take your time
'Cause it takes you weeks to drop shit shining as a dime
Well my shit comes to my head
You stand there studdering some shit shit you had just read
About pumping faggots with lead
But like Scorpion, I'll spit the fire and you dead
In you first lines, you tried to rhymes this and cry
My question is how and why
I thought you were the one that dropped rhymes
I'm the one who points out lies
And also make sure your done
Did you say everyones wack just for fun
Then say it was too easy for the love
Well I only do it for the dub
As you seem to repeat the same shit over again,
Well now you'll need to face me, this time times 10
And remember when you said to ship me to Club Med
Fuck a vatcation, I need to work to be feed
Little brat!
I'll be honest, I'm nothing but a streetrat
I'm hungry so I ain't holding back
I'm crouched and ready to attack
Remember that

FINISH HIM
AAHHHHH!!!

M DOGG WINS

FATALITY

Winner? Shit Ain’t Yet To Begin: Post by I Drop Rhymes

ight now this little bitch is illiterate
u cant raed how u gonna be significant
u cant even be legitimate
i aint try to rhyme cry's
cuz if i did it would it would sound fine
the word is pronounced cris.. as in crystal
the shit i drink after i whip ya with mah pist-al
its this ill drink u wouldnt have the money to peep at
u say u drive but where ya jeep at?
u sayin shit like i aint got no flow?
then why u at the front row of my show
now that u got played its mah cock u gon blow
motha fucka who you know?
talkn shit like my responses take weeks
sorry pussy im out runnin tha streets
comn up with mad tight beats
gettn the crowd jumpn out they seats
while u sittn home jackn off to internet pics
im out gettn my cock licked my fine ass tricks
an yo ass gets kicks outa suckn on dicks
my flow is like the mississippi or the nile
my style.. u know its motha fuckn wild
an yo ass? aint nothin but a pettitfile
can u read that yo homo
hope u kill yoself like sunny bono
i already drank like 18 beers an im bout to drink 4 mo'
yo these lyrics so tight youll prob hear em on the next interscope
when u spit i could smell ya.. betta use scope
when im done wit ya ass youll be lookn for rope
to hang ya ass from the ceiln
so lemme ask ya.. how ya feeln?
lucky? hahaha not after i know ya as has been squealn
we gotta name for people like ya on the east
bitch nigga.. a kid who cant pack heat
a kid that u know u can beat
a kid that does all his work wit his feet
a kid that wont curse only say "bleep"
a kid that dont know when his girl is a creep
a kid that keeps crowds in they seats
i bust freestlyes so often call me lyricist lounge show
got ill rappers sayin "can i crown yo"
an i stay puffn on crazy pounds yo
an on my cock yo girls goin down...OH
haha u cant handle my words
an i lay herbs like u down on curbs
pack mor bombs then surbs
so good i could rap without verbs
while u just homo gay
i aint got no more ta say
peace faggot

Simon Says: Posted by M Dogg

Why is it after I mention shit
Your always rearranging it
And then call me illiterate
When read is misspelled, little bitch
Check it
you ass is marked
And the pics on the net
Well that's your momma of course
But I don't jack off, I get head,
By your bitch, well I imagion it's your momma instead
And did I tell, what the eses in L.A. jails said
That it's your daddy that'll suck 'till his almost dead
So peep game bitch
Don't ever try and front
And tell your girl to get more junk in her trunk
'Cause I want to be satisfied with the hump
That's the only reason why I wouldn't let her give it up
Hold up
What's this about running the streets
Your ass ain't even see anybody get beat
For me, I never taste defeat
When it comes to a one on one, I'll knock um off they feet
And then you talk about making beats
Sounds like that shit ain't bring heat
Muthaphukka, you can't beat me
'Cause you ain't one my level if I chopped that shit by three
You say your ass is going be on Interscope
You say your ass has preformed on Lyricist Lounge Shows
Muthaphukka, give up hope
You couldn't even be signed to Death Row

Hold up Dogg
Shit stop playing with the muthaphukka and finish his ass

You use the same style over again
Your shit is so old, It's like Whodini's Friends
Only it ain't getting no kind of spin
Hell it's so boring, people just want you to end
Accept defeat like a man
Since your shit ain't tight, we wouldn't be mad if you ran
Or I'll bust some shit that'll be remembered, like Eminem's Stan
Only this time, it'll be hard like The Way I Am
Is this what you wanted
Superfly Shuka can't even jump on it
And Hulk Hogan can't slam it like Onyx
And Rowdy Roddy Piper can do nothing about it
About the skill of this Mexican
AmeriKKKa's most wanted, Now AmeriKKKa's worst threat
To the lives of the average AmeriKKKan
So fuck those that try to get me baned
And oh, I don't drive a Jeep, I drive a van
'Cause that's the only thing I can carry your bitch in
And your momma likes it better and
I can carry more drugs in the back end
Which reminds me this
It was you that said he dealt drugs, I guess like crystal meth
Oh how can a suburb kid get involve with the drug mess
I wish you the best of luck trying not to get shot kid
And if people ask you if this are facts, tell them yes
Because I'm Simon, and Simon says

The Weakest Rhymes Goes To: Posted by I Drop Rhymes

an the weakest mc on this board goes to...
m dogg

pussy never shoulda stepped ta tha plate
yo insides imma fuckn redecorate
you nothin but a mute
wit white face paint an a black suit
you know i cop nines
an drop mimes
one at a time
for tryin to mime they motha fuckn rhymes
an every line u memorize
you aint got shit on mine
so stop tryin
cuz i know ya kind
cant hold it down on the mic
cant hold it down in the night
cant hold it down in a fight
gettn played by the kid white
im invisable to your sight
undetectable by radar
you cant spit.. but u think u a debator
you nothin but a masterbator
yo dj neva even seen a fader
an to ya crew.. just a traitor
fuck that imma catch ya later
after i beat ya ass on jerry springer
an after your girls pussy i finger
shit was so stank the smell still lingers
u think u a killa bee but you aint got a stinger
folks say i need some inger
oops.. Anger management
you spine.. imma damage it
an leave you room for rent
an ya neck bent
you nothin like clacke kent
while im the man in the red and blue
pussy imma get rid a you
u just gay prob want me in bed wit u
now the last time u spit u left the weakest 4 lines i ever heard
shit was so bad im thinkn "this is upserd"
i come up wit betta shit when im high as a bird
u tried to rhyme wanted, it, onyx, it, mexican, threat, an american
pussy mcs who spit that shit? i bury them
only two of thoise words rhymed
u tried to turn into like 4-5 lines
what was u thinkn u fake ass latino
go to sevs an pic me up a burrito

havent u realized u cant touch this?
when i pull out my nine u know i bust this
u lifes over.. motha fucka trust this
my girl.. u know u lust this
you know what? FUCK THIS

peace u little bitch i own u

This Is For The Westcoast: Posted by M Dogg

This ones for real
I tired of muthaphukkaz bringing fake steel
Then try and past that off like they gonna kill
Bitch this is my last meal
I said once and I'll say it again
If anyone can it's a Mexican
One that holds down as the champion
And makes sure shit hits the fan
Tell me if your lost
'Cause in Rialto California shit gets hot
And fake busters get tossed
Oh and even our best MC was shot
Damn, it's like that in here
So why you still coming like a bitch done in the rear
And you had to finger my girl, 'cause you ain't got shit down where?
You know, down there
Oh but lets get on rhymes for a minute
It's me taking charge like a Lieutenant
Well you go off beheaed
And your bitch ain't shit, so I'd never hitit
And what this about serving you a burrito
Don't play me off for a bitch named Tito
'Cause now this be the Westcoast Gambito
Representing the county of San Bernaridno
Por mi raza es en tu earhole
Well you get dicks stunk in your colo
I'm so cute, your mom calls me Papa Chulo
And throws you to the back like a puto (pu-th-o)
Shit
I got bitches in my bed
Well you get excited for head
By the ugliest whore that smells like dead
And carries many STDs, that's what's been said
Oh and mention my D.J.
Tyree D comes from off the 91 freeway
Carson California representing today
And your girl's always begging to get laid
But my girl's from Carson too, and better than any three way
So fuck the he say she say
My girl better than you, She rhymes more quick-lay
And my D.J. will drop a line or two, he gets craz-ay
Oh and look at the place you call home
Bet it's bigger than a muthaphukkin sports dome
Well my house is on loan
At least I have a place of my own
And my momma don't even pay my phone
Hell it was at ten that she left me alone
The stuggles and pains is what help me grow
It's only suffering that I know
So to the white boy that claims his on a hip hop show
muthapuhkka, you ain't even worht a Monica blow
So fuck a suburb gangsta with blond hair
I'm a scarred up Mexican that brings fear
But I'm so thug that no girl really cares
They love it when I hit it from the rear
Only through the pussy is where I be
And knocking out this fake Muhammad Ali
I can't believe you think your greater than me
No one can touch me 'cause my D.J. is Tyree D
BEYOTCH!!!

Westcoast for life. Put it down for my home, the I.E., and if you ain't knowing, now you do. The Princess and Tyree D, two of Carsons best, putting it down with the ese represent the west

Posted by I Drop Rhymes

ight first off never call me a boy
u jealous cuz in a battle your ass i destroy
motha fucka i never said i was on the show
again proven ur illiteracy.. u just dont know
what im sayin when im spit
lo siento no hablo espanol u spik
yea thats right i said it
an i dont regret it
cuz i dont give a fuck what lationos think
cuz i know most our fairies.. stay home wearn pink
an when u battle me.. u best not blink
cuz my words comn so fast you need quick reflexes
like tryin to jump out the way of my jeep lexus
little kids know the deal.. calln me the bestest
they talkn that bullshit english.. just like you
the stupid latino i leave black n blue
mdogg? around ya neck what kinda name u wear?
motha fuck i bet the m stand for mujer
thats right i beat ya ass so bad cats stare
right after that i took ya girls big ass bare
she said.. how come yo dick so big?.. its just not fair
thats when i pulled off her hair
bitch fuck this u got extensions
shes like "that aint cool u pulled em off at they connections"
so i bounced off that slut an left it for that cat whos from a line of retard dissention
i told you my name u best not mention
like 3 of you little mexican asses i be benchin
first off learn how to rhyme ya syllables
yo mams left you? u still connected at the ambilical
u dont freestyle u use writn utensils
whether crayon marker pen or pencil
u find it essential
to write sentences with simplicity
my flow lightn cats up like electricity
for me rhymin tight shit is a necessity
a phat ass beat an my lrics is a #1 hit recipe
you a little mc dont even try an mess wit me
my lyrics so smart they call me aristotle
over ya head imma break a bottle
an u wanna talk how mexicans can
an how u rhyme the shit hit the fan
those are the weakest little ametur lines ever written
i rhyme i give ya a detaild description
but again its mad easy when ya got my diction
im rhymin the truth while u purely fiction
u wanna say how i cant rock a beat
cuz i aint from the inner city streets
an cuz that brand new benz.. i got the keys
an u think that i cant be dealn trees
acids tabs? i got like a pund a these
an my lrics sting like a thousand bees
im representin stong island
u know the ill cats that belong styln
u cant front.. rap was born in the east
an we goin make sure its neva deceased


peace out bitch

The Last Word: Posted by M Dogg

Let me end this once and for all
Before I battle someone else, the rhymes dropper must fall
For it's time to admit defeat
You little trick ain't shit to me
Using a style that's a bit discrete
You a damn fool battling a westcoast G
Tell me how does it fell
To drop shit you think can end it here
To find out your shit disappears
Cause my lyrics over shadow you and your whole fucking career
What, you thought you stoled the show
You thought my girl was going to give you a blow
What, you figured that the shit you were saying was low
Hell your little ass just don't know
Oh and to call me a SPIC
Muthaphukka, I can get racial in this shit
This ain't to all white people, so don't trip
Just this little racist ass bitch
You proud cause you white
Live in the suburbs all your life
Trying to be, a muthaphukkin G
Little ass buster will die by 19
Why can I say these things
'Cause I've see middle class white boys who go smoke on trees
Then think there gangsta, making enemies
Think they can't be touch, but guess what
Around a ese, crip or blood, they say to much
Like the time you said shit about me being broke
Or me getting you burritos, I forgot to ask if you wanted a Cherry Coke
It's shit like that that'll get me mad
'Cause when I met a faggot like you, I always whip there ass
But I know why you do this shit
'Cause I can make rhymes about Ceaser Chavez, well you just limited
And your can never get shit
Now it's time to end this shit

Hey Tyree
Whaaat Uuup, Yyeaah!
Give me that shit you can't sweep under the rug, Ya' know
Yyyeah, that gangsta shit

I'm tired of this bitch who thinks his select
Little fag ain't seen shit yet
Like rhymes dropped by a true freestyle vet
Can't come up with your, so you'll starve from not being feed
Yeah, now tell me, how does it feel
To be pushed around by an ese that hit hard like steel
Not the man of, but Shaq O'Neal
You know Camby can't stop big Shaquelle
So don't try and play like the east is the Real Deal
'Cause that muthaphukka iz washed up, Evander Holyfield
Well I kick shit like a wrestling heel
Your you on the run, hiding in them hills
So you push drugs
Should I give you love
It don't take much to sell the produced of troublesome
So don't you try and trip
You ain't done shit
And you have the nerve to call me illiterate
Last time I checked, you spelled more words wrong than me
Hell, you even misplace G
Claim to be one, it can't be
'Cause your the one who just looks dump
I tell you who should live the gangsta life
Someone that's from it, So just get married and have a wife
Well I'll be dead by the age of 25
But that's just the facts of life
So why you want to live what I am
You don't know shit about sellind drugs and
You think that your slick
Hinding around to suck dick
But this old school westcoast sound gots you felling it
So don't get sad
It ain't my fault your rythem is bad
Well you finish every freestyle battle in dead last

Yeah, that's the last word little punk. Go on and battle them others, 'cause you can't see me. Yeah. Oh yeah, me and Tyree gonna drop some shit this summer, Diamond in the Ruff

Re: The Last Word: Posted by I Drop Rhymes-

ight i admit that last shit was hot...
but u wrote it? ur ass? definetely not
u cant come up with that shit while u layin on yo cot
i battle u an all ur boys
i fuck around wit yall like ya just toys
now imma get serious
leave ya asses so confused and delerious
me an my crew.. i know you fearn us
i chill at upclass bars wit beer an nuts
thats where i sit back an relax
unwind the troubled day kick back an count my stacks
never gotta worry cuz i got mad backs
im from the the burbs and the good herb where they play lax
which makes it even harder for me to be this ill
shit im from a town called hicksville
that dont mean i grow crops.. but drop pills
an your girls twat? my cock it fills
now check the style from the east side pla-ya
ill leave ya confused wit a headache betta take some bay-er
you lifes over? yea but i just dont cay-er
so u see that my shit is blazin
i kno when i hold back on ya. its my rhymes u cravn
but anywayz check it
listen up i read each an every rhyme. an inspected
we aint never gonna stop this battle if we keep goin
so lets end it right here with the winner as no one
an no im not forfeitn an saying u the champ
im just sayin shit.. this is takn to long.. it aint freestlyn camp
i dont give a shit whether u like me or what
i said your shit was tight... but
some can be pretty shitty
like a gross saggy titty
so tell me what u want to do.... i can rhyme like this for days an weeks
cuz i rhyme like im from the project streets
i never have shit prewritten
so whatever just stop your bitchn
how im a racist
bitch ur own blood ill make ya taste this
an ur life.. faggot ill waste this
so whatever.. i stated my point
do what u want but imma still smoke ya like a joint
i know thats shits old an tired
but its tru an like a blunt your ass is fired

whatever dude... im tired of battln the same person.. u wanna keep goin ill do it
if not.. cool deal too. ur a pretty worthy contender.. u better than so much style.. fuckn kids such a pussy hes mad wack
anywayz.. peace
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