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Battle anyone? (NOW VOTING!!!! FIRST TO 5 WINS)!!!!

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the ghost:

--- Quote from: Bez on January 26, 2009, 08:54:49 AM ---

Call em both Steven Soderbergh, cos they'll be directin traffic,


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rofl nice!

QuietTruth:

--- Quote from: Bez on January 26, 2009, 08:54:49 AM ---I'm above these characters like an artist on a sketchboard

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Hahahaha, that was a tuff line.

Now_Im_Not_Banned:
your rhymes ain't seein mine, no, not even by a fraction
like the fantasy you had- livin the life of michael jackson
make bez's child-porn passion the past tenths with my blastin
smashin your snack-pack with a hatchet, tear apart your fudge packin
stompin on your skull while flashin pictures of mckully actin'
damnit, i've had it, this faggot aint got a sack, dick or any characteristics of a man, shit...
i let it be known, don't try to step to me bloke
if you do, you better be doped up on ecstacy n coke
the only way you coulda shot me is if you became a paparazzi
you look like a fuckin nazi and pedophilia is your hobby
i'm pretty much done, i'll leave the finisher for roccy

bez:
Haha, this is elements mate, so let me school ya,
E=MC squared... so here's tha ruler, (me!)
I already told ya, I do coke and pop tablets,
You not concentrating... you need to get back to Auschwitz,
An I think that's it, in 4 bars I just ripped yours to bits,
... But then maybe your right, I got 'nines' like I kidnapped kids, what is this?
I'm agreeing... cos you ain't paying attention,
You couln't break my bars... if you was back in detention,
Did I mention... I'm God... sure you don't believe...
I could make you a star... but theres already one on ya sleeve,
This is England... mate... you don't know shit,
I got the lyrics that could make fuckin 'Gaza' strip,
You don't get it... I'll explain... he's a football playa,
Little Sccit's so mad cos he's yellower than an L.A. Laker,
So Nikky please quitty... cos we don't care what you say,
Before I make you 'me'ho' like that kid off training day,

Roccy:
Let me lyrically punch you, spiritually haunt you
emperically stomp you, strategically bomb you,
physically stew your palm too, beatchu black and blue
split your back too, so you can receive each crack in two
get a clue, call me fat and NIK a Jew, no originalality through you
now that im back, fatalitys will go through the roof
let me put a sense of reality into you
i'm sick, sicker then aids and the flue
sicker than students at A.C.U
sicker than patience at the olive view
sicker than you undressing the kid at two
Yeah, Ive heard about you, and the molestation too
didn't believe it, but its something many attest too
so I started believing what the rest do
get a clue, are you depressed dude?
what made you screw a kid obsessed with winnie the pooh?
if you want something to pin and screw, heres your cue
I'll split your skin in two and make your blood spill blue
chin check you damage youre brain like bad pills do
you cant manage your pain, sick thoughts are permanently stained
on my brain like a tattoo, consider this my debut, my first battle was subdue
taboo, wasted like cattle in peru, just a taste of my miracle brew,
taste but dont swallow, Roccy stays first like the apollo.

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