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Doggystylin, it's judgement day

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maxi-padz:
lolz ya i know
n u aint gon be able to use em against me
u gotta bring sum new shit
~1~

Maestro Minded:


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This is a two round battle, here's my second in advance...


Bustin the crust silently through the ground
Enveloping your soul so you scream with no sound
Eating at your flesh
Until your clothes are blood drenced
wrenching your stomach, splitting your organs
wishing you were religious, shouldve joined the mormans
Nuclear combustion every cell is bursting
Cursing but knowing the pains gonna worsen
When thugz cry, they say they cry tears of blood
well you must be a thug it looks like u been hit by a slug
An indent's left with a red dirty crack
All you see is red, bubbles, then black
Pain worse than the worst form of cataracts
Interacting with diseases from fleas, like herpes
leaving hives on your balls
looking alive and it crawls
under your toenails
your body shudders
you open your mouth to wail
but your troat chokes ans stutters
your face goes pale
You've been struck by a man that has no name (ITW)


There you go. Try and fuck with that, and we'll get some votes.Each rhyme gets voted on, and is put forward as an individual.
i.e battle is between ITW1 v DStyln1
                           ITW2 v DStyln2

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pesonaly ... i dont like rhymes about eating brains and shit ....

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