STIPULATIONS MATCH ... maxi-padz //vs\\ M-Dogg

[maxi-padz]

i dont want no one from ur crew no more.. but lets do this anyway...
first to 3
caus no crews can vote..
no votes from min0rity... aparantly hes a dickrider
epace
~1~

[maxi-padz]

Why send a diss~to~me? RUNNIN with THICKNESS in my SPITS making ya Viscuss~Flee/
Simply you get no sympathy, maxi's a CLASS EMCEE here to TEACH ya'll some HISTORY/
This bitch would arrest BONE THUGS BEST FRIEND and wouldn't be able to Cop~E~Wright/
If you want APPLAUSE, The crowd don't STAND UP and CLAP when a COP wants to Stop~The~Fight/
Another ok emcee, I {H}Nate to tell you DOGG but WITHOUT A CLUE you can't DENY It's just Fab~U~Lust/
TRAINER says Grab~Ya~Stuff, I'm quick to BREEZE through this battle cuz Applause is a Average~Gust/
M Dogg and Tha7th r UNWILLING dickrydaz I'm raping~two~kats/
Like a BLEACHED SMURF CHOKING he gets Blew~Fast/
Rushin past dis CORPSE RED TAPE, Spill BLOOD on ya NEW~TRACKS.. I'm Breaking~Through~DATS/*
Like PARAPALEGIC CHEST PIECES I'm asking where ya Moves~At HOLD GAME with No~Thumbs/
I shoot BLOW~guns cuz SCRAPPY SUCKS WOOD and TOUCHES more DICK than a Ho's~Gums/
Like SOUTH PAWS against MISS CLEO'S LEFT out HANDS, the CARDS ask Why~Right/
ABOVE you Flame's SOARS high enough to Fly~Kite's, When you came they said Why~Wright/
Your loss is a BIG TRAGEDY, like FAT MEN DIENG in Giant~Wars riding Tyranno~Saurs/
Scrappy is now a DARK KNIGHT, cuz I after the last few lines I HIT him with a SOOTED princess Diana~Corpse/
Should I Offend~This~Queer, I STOP ya RAP LIFE at the LINES LAST I CORUPT an{d} End~Careers/
PRISMS with THESBIAN ORNAMENTS I REEF-ACT on Christmas I'm Bending~Mirrors/
No CHEERS like a DEAD APPLAUSE BAR tenders start to Send~Him~Beers/
BATTLE me with ya BABY WRITTENS in this WAR SCRAPPY want's to come with his Infant~Tree/
I'ma be JAMAICAN after this battle I'll tell Ballistics, MON-I-C-A BLOWN DICK the way Clinton~Be/
RAPS stay Pleasuring~Beats, Length-E like RULING HOT DRUGS like I'm Measuring~Heats/
FREDDY EMCEE, What dis bitch WRITES on PAPER gets SLEPT ON I start Severing~Sheets/
No COPS like Rural~Beef, FLOWS move fast to RIP TIDES and drown him in da Coral~Reef/
He says may I have a Snorkel~Please, Applause will LI-ON the FLOOR cuz I Roar~With~Teeth/

STYLE SWITCH
...maxi breathe slowly... take deep breathes....

i represent rap, i aint letten no fake claimers to the g.o.a.t title when they just got back/
fuck that it flows thro my veins, i live breathe and think hip hop like it makes up my brains/
as i get rid of m doggs fake claims, ppl on this board ghostwrite but i aint droppen names/
rap is deeper than that its from the heart, and time after time my heart been taken apart/
when people bit lyrics and claim they hip hop art, but ppl hate sayen punchlines aint smart/
but i saw u ppl bitchen sayen u couldnt write a meta4, well what u doing in this game for/
unless u got tha hit em up style, or flowz that got mo twists than tha nile/
ppl question my intelligence, but when we get in the battlefield itz just pure ignorance/
m dogg wanted to savour the last dance, but the whole crowd know he aint got a chance/
this hoe is foolen himself, no ima go back to fucken him up and putten his head on the shelf/

.... FUCK IT

I-switch-back, damn-he's-wack, you aint 'up to par' with them faggoty-raps/
got me 'tee'd off', forcin me to 'club' you till your handicapped/
shut ya shit~scrappy's pissed cuz im hardly-rappin/
faggot~'talkin shit under ya breath' like a 'pissed Charlie Chaplin'/
ya missed partly to actin~bitch you better back-up/
or ill have you 'Feelin Stress-ed' like an 'S.T.L. back-rub'/
aint no room for fag-thugs~so how you gon be weak and still do man-stuff/
cuz you 'surprise the hell outta me'~like 'pee-wee herman leavin his pants-up'/
keyboard specialist~someone catch him before he lose-spots/
ya knew-not~ELITE hate you thats why the crew-dropped/
ya do-not~wanna fuck up and get flat-lined/
ill bitch smack you so hard ya bones crack and ya ass has a spine/
i add lines~and leave you subtracted as numbers/
then 'Spring-back' and have you 'Fall-in-front' like the season after 'Summer'/
with ease i smack-this-fucker~and leave-you-winded/
Define this~ill make 'Santa-depressed' as if the 'Season-ended'/
ya treasoned-in-it~bitin is a crime-of-sorts/
but ill grind-ya-corpse~'Sublime-in-fourths' and sell ya 'eyes-as-quartz'/
divide-in-fourths~and have M DOGG cryin-for-mother/
have 'cows-sayin "Got Milk"'~like i 'deprived-they-utters'/
bitch-boy listen~im rippin-gibblets then tear ya nuts out-in-three's/
dont make me 'twist-ya-niblets' like 'Jim Carrey's split-personality'/
my fluant-rhymes will bend~ya backwards and 'break-the-straw'/
then 'fuck-what-you-say' like i 'raped-ya-jaw'/
this faker-falls~i simply cause this-cunts-harm/
and leave your career 'at-a-halt'~like 'Big-Pun's-Heart'/
ill have M DOGG lookin stupid like tryin to steal a 'broke-car'/
pullin the 'choke-hard' and actin like he gettin away when it 'wont-start'/
and when you 'spoke-bars'~'Kit-Kats came up with stomach-acid'/
this dummy's passive~ya career or net rep which one will pummel-faster?/
u just a 'ventriliquist pedaphile' with lyrics less explicit for fucken 'dummy kids' to call urself the master/
that shit u spit ain't hip-hop, you ill cuz you grip-glocks?/
nah son, oral injections from dentists is the only way you 'LICK-SHOTS'/
with ur sick-cocks, i rip u so hard u will never take anyones mod-spots/  


.... if i lose this.. im seriously.. not gonna rhyme ever again on this site.. and thats final...

[Maestro Minded]

70 BARS?  

[ToNe1904]

70 BARS?  

lol...im sayin. damn maxi. i cant type so fast, n mah fingerz would start tah hurt LOL.

[NEW_MINORITY]

yo maxi how the FUCK am i a dickrider??? fool don't EVER call me a dickrider,

[maxi-padz]

not in my eyes... m dogg says ur a dickrider... so to be fair u cant vote.. caus i dont want any bitching..

[NEW_MINORITY]

oh yeah...that fag m dogg is saying that cuz our battle is being voted right now.........its cool...

[M Dogg™]

Ok... I'll finish tomorrow... need sleep

[M Dogg™]

Sorry for the wait. Me and my sister are sharing computars so it's beena while since I've been here.

Fuck it, it's time once again
To prove that if anyone can it's a Mexican

HA HA Yo' Tyree... give me a damn Rolling in Rialto beat

Tired of debate about dickriders I hate
For the reals, they a fucking discrase
Do ya all suck on dick to try the taste
I bitch everyone that steps to the place
Tongan don't even try and figure me
'Cause I'm more complacated than Triganotry
I go to the Island to for a fucking Aussie
I shot a Kulala off the tree
Burn the house of the fucking Synphonie
Had an army of Samoans with me
Exposed why you called Maxi
Because you really a fucking pussy
You make up a life you front it like you tight
An insperation but you just copy and bite
A style I called my own, you took whats mine
I expanded and got another own, But what I find
Is that you have dick suckers on you all the time
You do it to, giving favors back
Like ranking Minority over Tha7th, what the fuck is that
I smash the system, cut it in half
Put it in spin, smoke it like hash
Like Kordell the call me slash
Only I get necks and then dash
I'm about to get on a bitch named Maxi Padz
How he let dudes jock his ass
You don’t make sense like selling a house for 2 dimes
So why the fuck is you the greatest of all time
When you got beat by NIK's rhymes
And you ain't drunk all the funking time
You lie for attention by members
But I heard peoples is depress in December
You try to front like youz a winner
All of a sudden, you gay like a ice skater
Even you get on dick too
Minority isn’t half the rapper Tha7th is fool
This is the last you’ll hear of me
The G.O.A.T. and let the truth free
In this this battle, I’m ‘Pac and you Biggie
You overrated, well I write with my fury
I’m sick of people underrating me
That’s why I didn’t fuck with the N-Imy
His ass is trash, garbage, who told you could win
If I was too comeback, you ass would be fuck then
You would have to get a new address
Before I get the Samoans to put you to rest
I’m tired of this beef shit, but ya’all front like it’s hip-hop
My ghetto poetry is now out washed
Well I’m still the fucken king of the I.E.
I got a wannabe like that bitch Maxi
He read my old shit, and read it twice
Took my story and made it his life
You front now like you get in fights
Lie about how you want a new life
Did it to makes us believe you’s a ghetto child
A ghetto child is someone that don’t front on there
Ask Pink, I was the one that had to know child care
We took responsibilities you wouldn’t dare
Feed them when there momma’s not home
And then do my shit, I think I deserve a rest
But you fronting like a star with tats on you chest
Like if you Superman by putting a S
For it’s time for the people to know
That every Mexican has native roots from which they grow
So I’ll be the Aztec priest, and you can play the virgin girl
I’ll cut your heart out and show it to the world
Stop that shit, Maxi is one that suck dick for head
You on Minorities dick, how is he a heavyweight
You been trying to get Tha7th, made him my teammate
Mad that I made the Elite great
Kill any K.I.N.G. you put in our face
Kill anyone you say is great
Kill you well you in you house fronting you life away
Say it’s bad, where I’m from friends die everyday
Evan Clark, my home, may he rest today
The day of Christmas, the Lord’s birthday
Tired of peoples on this board he say she say
You know I’ll tell you in your face
You ride TimeLocks dick, well he keeps out, not a disgrace
Had you talking slow like Mase
Well you got the world in a bind, like you paste
You were a flunky on CSN until you started to change
All of a sudden your on top acting like God
The G.O.A.T. isn’t a title you give yourself like LL
If you know me, I called myself that as an angle, like when Shawn lost his smile
I said it to make WCC my child
To make you realize I’ve been rhyming for a while
You never lost, shit the WCA fucked you up
You never lost, sure and Britney never let a guy in her cunt
And Baseball player don’t believe in luck
And when they on the raod, athletes don’t fuck
I’m the victor like Rocky in part two
You like Creed in that you don’t know what to do
You see my eyes and know your going to lose
You see a man more evil than you
A man that rhymes like everyday
Dissing Now I Know as I pray
Be like ‘Pac, I wouldn’t live long anyways
I get on Maxi like that bloody discharge
That nasty shit from Rosanna Barr
I’ll say this once, I case you forgot
That Rialto runs the K.I.N.G.S., just ask TimeLock

Win Lose or Draw... my last rhyme ever. Tha7th, handle the Elite, and God Bless all my enemies. Maxi, nothing personal, just wanted to go out against you. This is that I don’t care, I’m writing what I feel, an  could give a fuck if it’s wack shit.