Indo~G vs. Spicemuthafuc*in1

[Dynamic]

who wanna battle goddamnit!

[Spicemuthafuc*in1]

you's newborn to the forums like a newborn rapper
with uneducated rhymes like a high school dropout without any subject matter
unfortunately for you Im the one starting this off
meaning there wont be much relevant things for you to discuss when you pop off

indo~g aint no way you can see me lyrically
like titanic I’ll sink ya and leave your body left in a chaotic state like a frenzy
in a paranoid state of mind
cause you called for a challenger and his flow is on lockdown like shyne

your trapped sucker like you were under a collapsed building
you keep fiening for serious skills and you have nothing so keep fiening
Im gonna start off your career with a serious blow
please step aside let me glide by you, you trick ass hoe

[Dynamic]

Why u fuck wit a High Roller? U Die Slower/
Im Wit 2 Personalitiez, U Worse than Half of These/
Niggaz that come thinkin they can Hurt or Battle Me/
But i really aint got Time for Whorez/
Just sit n compare all of my Rhymes 2 Yourz/
Puttin niggaz like u in a High Panic State/
Thinkin ya Great? Leave u with Titanicz Fate/
Nigga Im holdin it now like i was Holdin It Then/
But u aint holdin shit you dont sound Older than Ten/
everyone Seen that u Wack, have ya momma Leanin to That/
Just cuz u can rhyme words dont Mean u can Rap/
This niggaz a true Victim of Society/
He from the Cash Money era, Mixed In with Mariah C./
So Go Back Home wit ya Throw Back On/
You not welcomed, to you this a No Rap Zone/

leave catz n critical fa clashin Im talkin 2 u pitaful hasbeens/
who think they lyrical assassinz,I disasemble & unmaskmen/
I cant be seen n da booth itz like Im invisible rappin/
U catz must be jokin postn them hopeless rhymez/
bout how u poaked this dime or toat this 9/
yall can stop droppin them bogus linez,cuz I notice lies/
but if u need to fabricate bout ya gat & ya hoes hit,fine!/
that shit is lame I cant be mo blunt"I put dro in mines"/


Indo is a Rappin Monsta/
Have you eatin shells n I aint talking bout Crabs n Lobstas/
And it dont really matter if u a Fag or Mobsta/
Cuz Indo'll stay n ya asses like Tags on Boxers!/

[Dynamic]

Word up Spicemuthafuc*in1 is a bitch

[IzUwitIt]

no contest
indo took that 1

[Spicemuthafuc*in1]

My ozone is infected with verbal prestige
Almost too good to be true like it was a dream
Wake up, snap out of it this flow is pure reality
Put your lights out like a Mortal Combat fatality

Im creative in every word I place
On the paper and if doesn’t make sense well fuck it play it anyways
But usually my rhymes are known to blow minds
Like a full blown al qaida terrorist, a threat to all mankind

Pump you up like the slogan of brand new Reeboks
Just do it like Nike when it comes to cocking the gloccs
And pop and then rock like a bag of pop rocks
And funny ass rappers get played on tracks like they was playing madden on x-box

every target i lock at i aim at with Precision
i read those whack ass raps thank god i didnt have to listen
to your pathetic voice trying to make some noise
when Im a full blooded lyricist thats always coming poised

[Dynamic]

Its obvious that u Lackin n Intelligence/
Cuz most ya rhymes are Wack n they Irrelevant/
I got tha 4-5 Blacker than an Elephant/
Aim it 2 tha back of ya Cap & pop a Shell In It/
I don't mean 2 diss ya Hopez n Rap Dreamz/
But tha shit u write, u sound like a Coke or Crack Fiend/
Ima nigga who Smoke and Stack Green/
But Indo clock bitchez like a Coach on Track Teams/
You Couldnt Fuck wit my Flow even if it was Stuck n ur Hoe/
This nigga tryna prove that hes an Emcee, but No/
Why u step 2 tha king? Im ahead of you Guy/
My gunz bust more than that nigga from American Pie/
I cant wait till you retaliate, I know you Ready to Lie/
You tried 2 talk 'BIG' to me, so now get 'Ready to Die'/



Ill Stab n Lynch you with a Pad n Pencil/
Lyrical god, I got mad skillz but you dont even Have Potential/
In rap I pick up the slack in what you Whores is Lackin?/
Yall supposed to be rappin on boards but yall just Bored of Rappin?/
In Rap I Do This, if its a Mac I Shoot It/
My bullets don?t discriminate, it dont matter if you Black Or Jewish/
I spit that Other Shit, that neo-soul Brother Shit/
That shit that got the fiends scratchin, askin for Another Hit/
& yall spittin on some Horrible Garbage Shit/
The same shit that?ll make ya kid an Orphan Or Fatherless/
My Flow Is The Hardest Kid/
Sum of yall niggaz is decent, but halfa yall don?t even Know What An Artist Is/

Nicca please

[Dynamic]

You so Soft bitch ya gimme jock itch,make my glock twitch, kill u in ur cars cockpit/
I Take the shot quick, you try and block it,next time keep ur eyes on the clock bitch/
U dead an now Im the reason ur moms Tubes are tied.Lets jus say I left a clue inside/

YEAAAH NIGGA YOU CANT TOUCH ME!
u jus a lil BITCH, I Steal bitches from lil wiggas like you.
IM REAL YOU FAKE, END OF STORY HOMMIE!!!
Geaaa Spicemuthafuc*in1 u nothin, Quit Frontin'

[Spicemuthafuc*in1]

I kill with paragraphs never with bullets
when it comes to potential Ive got it to the fullest
your a phony, cold cut like baloney, you'll never blast
only with words cause you a studio gangster, but I’ll give you a pass

pull your hoe card, like I’ll pull ya bitch
make her bounce up and down like Im hittin the switch
don’t get it twisted like mobb deep i come sicker than most
stacking as much paper as there are sick rappers on the west coast

claiming my rhymes are irrelevant
please reread what your wrote
most of your shit don’t make sense
a bunch of random words and notes

Im gonna do ya like Canibus did LL Cool J
or like Kurupt on calling out names, leaving you with nothing to say
your rhymes are made up, your persona is fable
my lyrics are crazy like the bitch in "the hand that rocks the cradle"


now try and fuck with that

[Dynamic]

The Rhymes that u Usin'
I Find It Amusin'
but aint nobody laughin, now its Time for a Bruisin'
the Nine that Im Choosin'
gives "Flat Lines" n' Contusions
and i'm literally killin u, this aint no Kind of Illusion,
or Kind of Test, wigga betta Find ya Vest,
or im a knock ya white ass down like Ron Artest,
the Heckler'll make ya corpse into a Slime n' Mess
and my sons and daughters is what ya Dime Ingest, (think about it)
cuz ya Dime's a Whore, she told me u was Kinda Poor,
livin in da same trailor since '94,
its sad cuz now u bout to see more Types of Gore,
when i put da shank in u like the Vibe Awards,

I'll Beat ya "A"
When i grab the Heat n Spray
the only time you kill niggaz is "GTA" (jeah)
but this aint Vice City
I grab ya Wife's Titties
n i bet this crakka think the best on the Mic's Diddy,
cuz he Just As Bad Or Worse
jus read this Fuckin Faggot's Verse,
all i gotta do is spit and bitch' Ass is Murked,
Im Spillin' Vodka Juice
n ya silver Grill I'll Knock it Loose,
cuz in rap this wigga'll get Killed By Doctor Suesse, (ill)

I'm fresh keep my Rubies Red, Wit My Slippers And Tie
this Fruit Is Dead, Get The Steel In His Eye
but im still Shootin Lead, Watch You Shiver And Fry
and ya must be "Truly Dead", Cuz He "Livin A Lie". (think about it)

I rip verses and im Rulin' Hooks
Duelin' Rooks, and Indo stay Foolin Crooks,
Leave u for dead drownin in a Pool or Brook,
yo give it up, stay focused on School and Books, 

u Worser Than Nice Son, get hunted like a Circle Of Bison
i'll leave ya throat Purple And Sliced In
before you done wit one Verse Yo I'll Write Ten,
Indo and Spice is similar to "Erkel" and "Tyson"
its No Competition
ya Flow's Flop and Flippin
and indo'll demolish ya Whole Opposition
u need to pay attention, u Know Stop And Listen
cuz the shit u doin is gon get the Chrome Glock 'a' Spittin!


that shit took me no time to spit, man, its like breathin to me.

[Spicemuthafuc*in1]

If you come at me Im gonna make ya vanish like I was the lord
Have you on the run like a fugitive like you was Harrison Ford
Then I’ll catch you like I was playing the role of Tommy-Lee Jones
Sand your ass backpacking and back to momma at home
i hope my raps instill life into your breathless existence
i spit shit and hit quick so i hope you’ve got good reflexes
after this don’t bother responding
your washed out, Ive got you spinning around like laundry
my verbals come sick wid it, like 40 and b-la
fuck 2 blunts, I’ll roll up 3 blunts together and name them a tri-la
its easy running circles around clowns like yourself
why do you keep bringing up my race? is there something wrong with yourself?
man this is coming so easy
your not in my same league Im varsity, your j.v
can you comprehend what Im doing to your career
you shouldn’t have had an open challenge, and now that i came answering its clear
that spicemuthafuckin1 aint to be challenged just ask indo~g
i left him demolished, abused, and crushed like a crash test dummy

i Mac like mall, i Mac like Dre
i enjoy humiliating emcees like yourself, so you can try coming at me another day
cause today was my day i put you on wax like a burnt candle
diddy will spit a hot verse before you have anything hanging on your mantle
please stop while you think your ahead, are you dead? alive? you seem incoherent
i need to stop rapping and give you a chance, cause now you must be plain embarrassed
its alright, you put up a fight, too bad for your small bite
Im like Fred wreck when you see me its on onsite

aint nothin to a boss

[Dynamic]

Quit Actin like u Runnin shit'- U jus Another kid wit Blubber lipz
Son of a bitch who Runz to Snitch to the Government
Fuck all the Justice shit. Ill be the Judge of this,
U dont want None of this,cause Ill be Bustin thick at ur Rusted Whip
Get Duckin for Cover Quick when the Thunder spit from a hundred clips
I wan' see the Colors mix when i Leave u in a puddle of ur own Blood and Piss
Niggas compare me to PUN or BIG, while u jus a busted bitch on Usher's Dick
Whod Chug or Drink his Cum an piss, mixed in a jug of Shit wit Nuts in it.
an u Love to giit a Rubber Dick an Shove it in ur Butt Till its Blood u Drip.
U soft as a fuckin McMuffin is an ur Cunt is Pink, an im 'Lovin it.' (HAAAAA)
Ur Fuckin lint, wit the fuckin shit u frontin wit, im Disgusted wit' what u Writ.
U Rhymin limited Punches an libs an other shit, But nothin's Sick.
Bust out the Blunts an Gin ,Cause ur Ripped an This jus is another Win,
Cause The Chance that ur Gunna win is a hundred less than One in Ten
U Dissin me is like missin 4-fifth's of six puzzles mixed, it Doesnt Fit
As im Confrontin him he best hope his Moms can Stitch cus the Punk is ripped
Why u Front an Diss?u jus a bitch ur Moms'd miss, go get ur last Hug and kiss
spice better say Uncle Quick, cause my Heavy Chevy's Trunk is BIG
u not a Thug or Pimp, a Brother or a Blood or Crip, cause ur Colorless. (Gea)
Ill Leave without a Bump or Dent, a cut or slit, cause u dont got a Gun or Switch
So Switch what u comin wit' Cause ima Roast u like Succulent Buttered Shrimp.
Use your Body for Sustenance, and Dump whats left like a Ton of Bricks,
an Jus for the Fun of it, Ill Leave it Under six and Covered Thick like Onion Rings
and leave ur fam Wonderin where the Fuck it is till 2026 when they Discover it

U mus' be a weak Comedian cus all of ur Punches are Jokes
I Killed u before,and now im gunna hafta Punish ur Ghost
An u Frontin wit ur Metaphors like they Somethin u Wrote
Bittin'an Regergitatin Content's gotta be Stuntin' ur Growth
Rip u open and show u bit shit When i leave ur Stomach exposed
Got this Under control, forget battlin me Jus Study and Quote
u shoulda Stuck to tryin to Butter Bitches up wit Love in a Poem
Gettin Blazed by the Streets like hes Somethin to Smoke
Throw away all ur Rhymes cause they as Fresh as Fungus an' Mold
Only way ud bust it an' Blow all alone is if u were Suckin ur Own
Im Young an ur Old, and u be blinded by my Shine as the Sun to a Mole
I Gave 'way some Rhymes in England, and Made some of London Explode (Think)
Compairin You to me, is like compairin Jewelry, ur Rust and im Gold
Besides, You Couldnt Fuck wit my Flow even if it was Stuck in ur Hoe (FUCK)
Im Pumpin Buddens an Bone while u public joke, cause u Bumpin ur Own (GEEA)
Niggas that Huntin u Know my Rhymes give them my Instructions in Code
an' as u Touchin the Ropes Ima be Commin in Gunnin it whole Fuh the K.O.
Cause u was jus Bluffin befo' ill be Crushin ur Dome Infront of ya Hoe,
An' at the end 'Leave u wit Somethin i Wrote that be Hung on ur Toe


SHIIIIT

[Fuck Your Existence]

Indo~G > Spicemuthafuc*in1,props homie

[Dynamic]

R.I.P. Spicemuthafuc*in1

[Spicemuthafuc*in1]

whatever man if you want to be like that its all good.
im a man so i can swallow my pride, ya you got me, your dope however i know ive got skills too so im aight