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D-Reborn:
battle me, bitch, no rules or shit

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QuietTruth:
Nigga I rap for kicks like eastbay but I'ma show you how a beast play
You couldn't hold me to a battle even on one of my weak days
By the end of this round you're going to be a happy hater
cuz homie your votes gonna be blackballed like your avatar
and you gonna try act like you ain't bothered at the end
you gonna hate my guts but keep it cool and pretend to be my friend
See dude, I'ma keep it real wit chu, I can't see you winning
You wat niggas today call a homo, when I say imho you think im-ho when its 'in my honest opinion'
but I'd be a ho all day becuz like a ho I don't want this to be finished
I'm like Charles Manson right now, I'm having too much fun killing
I don't even feel like battling, I just felt like rambling
and play the shit out chu like an old man gambling
imho I don't even think you're rap career will make it anywhere
the only green you'll ever see is in your avatar man's hair
The way niggas be sonning ya son, you must really be tan
Your rhymes a muggy day nigga, cuz u blowin' nuthin' but hot air like a fan
Nigga you a fuckin' drunk?? Your on a hip hop message board 'fo' - 'rum'
Your threats in your raps are pointless, like a fuckin' donut
If the way I be spittin' lacks sense than you know you must be lacking the substance
and you need the substance to your lyrics like you need QuietTruth to keep this battle runnin'

QuietTruth:
This is so wack, ya'll niggas don't even know.

QuietTruth:
Or maybe ya'll do.






LMFAO!!!

D-Reborn:
20 more hoes like you just won't scare me,
stop bitchin in yo kitchen and go on this journey,
i seen a lotta shit but what yo father's sperm did
is a sin prolly due to a fuckin sherm stick,
if you call me a homo i'll say yo momma got a dick,
cause every day the bitch get so low that i look at her and spit,
honestly i'm sick and tired of these fake ass psychos,
everybody's crazy now, i guess this is how the hype goes,
now this kid claimin he's like lil charlie manson,
you hear of me, you'll pee yo pants like gibson's son in ransom,
first i'll chop yo eyes and then mix it wit yo liva,
you'll prolly be alive but not enough to talk or get up,
i'ma eat yo tied knee left while you try to cry and beg,
then i'll cut yo tiny neck before drink what's flowin red,
yo big head in red look like the missin boy's i read about,
they won't find a sprout of doubt cause he'll vanish like a cloud,
it'll be yo worst 10 minutes and yo last ones too,
now see if you got a penis, if not the bitch is you!

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