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Logic Vs. Spawn

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Hittman:
20-30 Bars. First To 5, 3-0 Is Knockout.

Spawn, Battlin' Me Is Hazardous, Thinkin' You Can Handle-This You Must Be An Optomist//
You'll Probably Do A P Diddy And Sample-This, And You'll Be Covered In One-Thousand Bandages//
I'll Fill You With A Cancerous Disease, Make Your Heart And Your Career Cease//
You And Your Homersexual Crew Don't Know 'Beef', Unless You Got Someone's 'Meat' In Your Teeth//
I Control Your Corpse With Mental Telepathy, Your Wack Style Can't Connect-With-Me//
You Couldn't "Call Me Out" If You Were An Umpire Or Football Referee//
Faggot, Battle Me And We'll See Who Gets Beat, I Bet You Catch Heat//
Stuff Your Right Leg Down Your Throat Givin' You 'Two Left Feet'//
This Is The End Of Your Bitch Made Rhymes, I'll Lyrically Destroy You 1 To However Many Times//
This Rap Runs Through Your Mind, I Bet Even Ja Rule Wouldn't Steal Your Lines//
It'd Be Suicide, And Besides You're Just A Comic To Me Slippin' On A Banana//
I Incinerate You So Bad Your Crew Disbans-Ya, You Think You Crip Because You Bought A Blue Bandana//
You Must Think Cross Dressin' Shows Intelligence, You Stink Like You Just Fell In Shit//
My Lyrical Tendencies Are Too Nasty They Shatter Your Tactic//
Your Existence, We've Forgot-It, Your Posts Must Be A 'Pillow' Because Everyone 'Sleeps' On It//
You'll Get Crushed, Yeah Spawn It's Actuality Of Reality Messily Switching Up Your Anatomy//
Then Make It Disappear Magically, Your Life And This Battle For You Ends Tragically//


*Changes Style*

I Cut This Peice Of Shit With A Screwdriver, It's Time For You To Pay The Piper//
Make Your Entire Frame Corrode, Make Your Skin Turn Lighter, Leave You Bloodier Than A Street Fighter//
You Lyrically Get Dic'c' In Every Position When I Be, Hittin' Ignition//
Culminating The Existence Of You And Your Crew With Precision//
Along Your Abdomen I Make The Incision//
I'm Cannibalistic, Atomizing Your Corpse, "Tastes Like Chicken"//
You Ain't Even Approachin' The Concepts Of Rappin'//
You Actin', You Must Be A Comedian Because I'm Fuckin' Laughin' At You And Your Crew's Wack-Asses//
To Break You Down Mentally I Don't Need A Dictionary//
Did You Ever Think Your Death Would Be Visionary?, Your Tales Fictionary//

TimeLock:
spawn is your cape caught under the door or what....lol ;D where are u ::)

Hittman:
Spawn!! You Gonna Reply Or What??

Hittman:
:o 29th To 19th

DarkM@GICI@N:
aight nigga I'm replying to your shit!!

FUCK YOU/
AND I'LL SHOOT YOU/
OPEN THE DOOR/
YOUR MOMS A WHORE/

there....you happy?
now GETOFF MY DICK!!>:(

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