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Watahhh Campionship: Rud vs. Maxi-Padz

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maxi-padz:
yea mane i understand
peace
~1~

maxi-padz:
ive nearly finished my second keystyle
want me to post it before or after u do?

Rud:
SUP MAXI!

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, THE WEEK IT WAS SUPPOSED 2 B DONE, I WAS BUSY, LIKE URSELF.

THEN THIS WEEK THE TRAGIC EVENTS DETERED ME FROM THIS..

HOPE U UNDERSTAND!


Your rhyme was like poppin ecxtasy/
it made me see the devil stood next to me/
but instead of falling back and bailin out/
this shit made me stronger, my rhyme comes about/
i spit these bars on your blood covered corpse/
my mind has been ruptured, my rhymes turn to warps/
i admit your lyrics be some dope lookin shit/
but if we analyze and take them to bits/
we can see that the first look aint always the truth/
ur rhymes look written by a lisp ridden 'mooth'
you label me 'reject'/
but i retaliate without your intellect/
the shit i spit is like liquid/
comin sick wit/
these flows that will rip down the baracades/
and spit on your sour tasting marinades/
yeah thats rite you have heard/
the mental depression in true written word/


THERE YA GO!

NO BEEF MATE! - CATCH U ON MSN!

peace

maxi-padz:
ima hit this shit up lata tonight
peace
~1~

maxi-padz:
//maxi ges pulled back by security as he start to finish off rud. the crowd boos and boos and throws bottles at rud and the security guard. rud somehow rises to his feet to maxi'z surprise. maxi raises his eye brow questioningly. ITS FUCKEN OVER.

now tha pleasure as i visualise ur cries/
stabbing u in the thingz with 10 inch knives/
my rhymen veolicity destroys livez/
and seekz out lies in tha voten of ur lyrical demise/
coz like i said it fucken OVER as i take tha flag/
throw up a rag coz ima stuff u in a stop-n-go bad/
fulla bad thoughtz dat over power yo weak fag tag/
battle superb, mind drifting shyt dat makes u wanna bite the curb/
i enter yo brain n take ova tha controlz like a computer nerd/
start stompen on yo cellz turning u defence into liquified turd/
coz u cant understand my sophistication its like 'theatre of the absurd'/
and my verbal attackz gain momentum till they reach tha max/
hard hitten barz swung with a battle axe/
meet feeble defencez as they crash thro ur cracks/
what u lack is tha human spirit to never give in/
while i got super human strength as i deep within/
to commit mortal sin, of not letting u win/
i cant be stopped when my wordz make yo head spin/
im like da evil side of tha twin...

// ITS GODDAM MUTHAFUCKEN OVER U PUNK ASS SON OF A BITCH \\

ima slap u wit da pistol upside da head/
lethal injenctionz behead u wit poisonous lead/
entering ur blood stream and widespread/
u ran n fled from me as i send u to ur death bed/
im still blood thirsty as i look at the dirt where u cryed n beeged/
n bled till death, n suffered my rath when u were 'out of breath'/
its time to move in for the kill coz u have no mo energy/
my lyrics given u a fever like a bad alergy/
ima set u back in school at the spelling Bee/
im fucken u over times 3 as i look down the barrel of a victory/
u were the quickest to draw a test of me/
ima killen the best of yall in a spree/
now im preying on the life of thee...



//GET DA FUCK UP U FUCKEN PUSSY. IMA FUCK U UP ONCE N FO ALL. crowd
goes absolutely balistik as maxi advances on the panting rud who has put all his heart n skill into the battle but still got ripeed. ITS GODDAM MUTHAFUCKEN OVER BITCH\\



GET IN DA RING MAFUKKA IMA K.O U WIT KILLAH PUNCH LINEZ/
WIT VERBAL SPITZ DAT CAUS CATOSTROPIC HITZ WIT NINEZ/
I ALLIGN DA BOARDS TROOPZ TO THE FRONT LINE/
IN A RHYME FULLA DEATH THREATS THRO BOMBZ AS I DEFINE/
THE MEANING OF WINNING WHEN I CONTEMPLATE U COMEN AGAINT ME DA FURIOUS LION/
TO COMBINE MY EFFORTZ WITH SKILLZ AS I THROW U YET ANOTHER LIFE LINE/
BUT FROM MY COMMAND LINE I SMASH YO FLOWZ N CROSS DA FINISH LINE/




//MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA fucken fatality bitch. onto the grand final with me. hopefully my nest opponent might have sum skill. primo suspect most probably. BRING IT ON. the crowd cheerz as thei dark strange hero leaves the arena and the crowd somehow are releived. then the attention tunz to RUDS BODY. inscribed on his chest is UR NEXT PRIMO....\\


ITS OVER

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