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Maxi-Padz vs. M Dogg

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maxi-padz:
aight man i just wanna get thiz over wit

M Dogg™:
Alright, what ever I put up before didn't show up. Oh well, lets try this again.

Talk your shit, but I ain't got the time
You see, for ever great post, you can only get a line
My shit is consistent, your spotlight is quick
And why did you fuck Tha 7th and put up Skillaztic
Nigga, it's time to end the whole CSN
And it'll be done by a Mexican
The Elite muthaphukka, taking a life
You think you the don, remember when you I.M.ed me for advise
I told you the truth, you got some skillz ready to shine
You question CSN, and ask why
What made you good, but you worked out your shit
From a little piss ant, to now the WCC hit...
Maker, but muthaphukka I'm the career breaker
In some aspects, I guess you can say I'm a hater
Hater for all those who think they great
And don't rush me on rhymes, 'cause you being hard is fake
Feed your ass posion, so check you intake
I'm a Chicano that's feeled with hate
So why is it your feeled with estragen
That Skillaztic dickriding make you feminam
I don't care really, but shit Skillazitic ain't all that
It's like the lyrics ran dry, and anyone can talk smack
Put Tha 7th in, you know he won that shit
Skillazitic only got over by quoting a Snoop Dogg hit
Fucking biased ass bitch
That's why when I came back, the sides needed to switch
So get this, Tha 7th made this group sucka free
And after I warm up, you ass will be dealt by me
Or Skillazitic and Hatesrats if they the only peoples left
And Mouse, he ain't even recounized by the rest
So come on come all, CSN is going to fall
Put Tha 7th back in the tourny, or your career will be left to a crawl

Not the best stuff I promised, but the one I try to put up was better, but the common goal was to warm up. We'll see what happens. I need a bt more time, but when I get going, it's over.

maxi-padz:
lol why u dissen csn for
i aint even csn any mo
lolz i might as well diss csn and it would strik as hard oh well
hea'z sumthen i keystyled a few days ago fro thiz battle with a few added extras

HERES THE PITCH.......

nigga u wack not u got tha told but u cant handle the truth/
nigga u a fool for battlen me so when i serve u i guess mah lyrics 'fool proof'/
nigga i lie in wait, like an ambush u claim u a heavy-weight but when im thro u will be a dead weight/
iz like im on time nigga but yo comeback iz way to fucken late/
nigga u hit like a fucken girl when i strik back i leave u 'punch-less'/
nigga ur vocalz cant touch me just as if ur fucken 'speechless'/
mane ur lyricz must be fucken icy cold caus they aint fucken 'hot'/
i come mo indestructable and mo equip wit weaponz dan 'robo-cop'/
nigga call me a 'rope tyer' caus when im finished flowing i leave ya 'stomache in a knot'/
nigga my rhymez follow u where ever u go like missile 'heat seekaz'/
i spit mo fucken acid dan dea iz in science lab 'chemistry beekerz'/
nigga u just a lil 'pimple' i got u 'squashed' between my 'finger tipz'/
nigga yo brain is 'emty', n u aint got no skillz so i might as well fill ur head wit 'hollow' tipz/
my battle rapz so sick when i beat u i leave u 'spewin'/
nigga like i said mah lyrics 'fool-proof' so who u fucken 'foolin'/

...... no its not over UR OVER

r u ready fo it, caus i know i already beat u, comen up against a wack emcee im fulla 'confidence'/
caus when i dispence bombz nigga ur rhymez clearly arent worth '2 centz'/
100 percent, thiz battle ima win fo fucken sure, caus im an evil figure 'like skelletor'/
when i leave yo crib ima wipe mah fucken shoez so i dun get blood on da fucken earths floor/
nigga ima beginner but i can tell ur rapz need 'rework', caus i depict ur shyt when i go beserk/
ima take u out lyrically wit a 'wry smirk', now im cleanen ur blood of da wallz like a fucken 'abotoir clerk'/
ur rhymez need to be 're-wired', but u in luck faggot caus im looken for sum 'electrical work'/
when u ready for a lyrica spar, ima lite u up n wit killah punchez send u flyen like a 'blazen star'/
im arisen outta diss battle without a fucken scar, and a bloody fucken 'crow bar'/
im killen u dunt im spitten so loud i caus 'major pain' but then switch to a lyrical 9 milla and put an end to ur sufferen to 'ease ya'/
nigga u aint even on da same level as me, u a 'terrorist' bout to get sprayed by mah 'air raid'/
ur rhymez a lotta actionz wit no noise like 'charadez', u representen 'lyrical gay parades'/
nigga im spitten verbal 'fragment grenades', ya fucken clown im 'killen blood sellz like aids'/
nigga im given u a little fucken chance, im to goddam fucken nice/
but i will not suffice to hataz (fuck em) when i bust itz like a 'dooms day device'/
thiz will not happen twice, i got mo religoes power dan fucken 'christ'/
caus when i battle im spitten corrosive flowz packed fulla 'acid supplementz'/
ima give u propz nigga caus u actually weakly tested mah 'lyrical battlementz'/
i dun know bout ur fucken hype, u slow like 'bizzarre' n u 'shit on da mic'/
caus when i recite, i speak deadly shyt dat makez u shiver in fright/
but u like a 'sitten duck' in tha pond bout to get a bomb dropped on 'ur head'/
im like 'michael schumacher' niglet mah rapz already to far 'ahead'/
but i dun take thiz battle shyt to heart i 'impale urz instead'/
instead of the atom im 'splitten mindz' like fucken 'einstine'/
im tha opposite of a 'chiropractor' i snap ur fucken 'spine'/
as i create flowz like a fucken new age design, call me 'calvin klein'/
im causen 'chain reactionz' nigga that makez yo whole fleet 'disrupt'/
im spitten hot 'bubblen lavar' like when a fucken volcano jsut 'erupt'/
nigga i 'battle mo sophisticated' dan fucken 'kurupt'/
caus mah fucken lyrical forces make to fucken rapz 'disentergrate'/
u spit like 'old food' nigga u leave a bad taste and u 'out of date'/
niggaz like u cant 'contemplate' these lyrics i create/
im like god nigaz da creator of battle rap, and also 'ali caus im great'/
ur rhymez waz aight, but ur dead, ya came to fucken late....
nigga im sorry dat ima have to make u look stupid when u spit/
caus ima tear apart ur 'unfuckable' crew when i throw u in da snake pit, ur 'wig getz split'/
nigga u lucky there aint a round 2 caus for monthz u gon be easen ur 'body caus it aches'/
thiz aint bout race, its a death match n im snappen at yo fucken face like '2 cobra rattle snakez'/
spill ur fucken blood in lakez, leave ur body all twisted in 'sinister positionz'/
wit lyrical incisionz, i make u fear me like 'blair witchez' satanic 'visionz'/
caus im so fucken 'ahead' of u u couldn catch me at 'light speed'/
nigga i just 'blazed' yo azz like i blaze ma fucken home grown 'weed'/
u another example of a fake nigga who had a bust, saw mah comeback, 'den flee'd'/

STRIKE 3 UR OUT!!!!

aigth we gonna vote on this?
peace
~1~

infinite59:
Yo Scrappy came out the box tighter than Maxi, and then dude had nothing left by the third verse.   Although the third verse did have a bar about Maxi asking Scrappy for advice on AIM....probably not true but still entertaining...... Maxi's second verse was real ill.... the shit about "Osama", and the "mentally retarded" line, and by the third verse he had left Scrappy in the dust.

So I'm a go with Maxi on this one

maxi-padz:
werd 1-0 uppen
peace
~1~

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