It's May 10, 2024, 01:08:15 PM
This is a two round battle, here's my second in advance...Bustin the crust silently through the groundEnveloping your soul so you scream with no soundEating at your fleshUntil your clothes are blood drencedwrenching your stomach, splitting your organswishing you were religious, shouldve joined the mormansNuclear combustion every cell is burstingCursing but knowing the pains gonna worsenWhen thugz cry, they say they cry tears of bloodwell you must be a thug it looks like u been hit by a slugAn indent's left with a red dirty crackAll you see is red, bubbles, then blackPain worse than the worst form of cataractsInteracting with diseases from fleas, like herpesleaving hives on your ballslooking alive and it crawlsunder your toenailsyour body shuddersyou open your mouth to wailbut your troat chokes ans stuttersyour face goes paleYou'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