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The Title Defense

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M Dogg™:
HEy, I saw the Rhyme Dropper here earlier, I guess he deleated his own message, or someone else did. Anyways, what up dogg, drop some shit to get shit started.

I drop rhymes (Guest):
its the rhyme droppa aka i drop rhymes
everytime in my car pick up a couple a fines
everytime on this board drop mad ill lines
shits explosive like a fuckn field of mines
cuz when i spit this qucik sick ridiculous shit
it make spik tricks wanna slit they wrists wit nics from bics
so fuckn listen to my diction while i sit an kick it
in my kit equipped stick shift expeditionim spittn truth while yall words is fiction
motha fuckaz like hambone best not be steppn
thats like entern a battle arena wit no weapons
tru i took a break from keys for a while
an when yall hear me u try an stay in denial
that im ill but when its on napster u hittn download file
my shits champagne while ur is puked up bile
an when i got the mic the club gets wild
motha fucka u wanna put my skills on trial
the verdict guilty of too much game
thats right motha fuckaz remember the name
the rhyme droppa leaves no one free
so i leave u with this four minus three
ONE

I drop rhymes (Guest):
thats right motha fucka best not respond
just keep collectn food stamps an clippn coupons
i dont play around wit faggot wannabee rhymers
motha fucka cant rhyme like them big tymers
shits lame wit no flow
about this game hambone just dont know
an to the hot clubs hambone just dont go
an when hambone asked me to.. his cock i wont blow
nothin worth while ever came from ya mouth
imma take you to the house like sns an the dirty south
do when i say my shits phenominal
u know im packin the heat wave like dominos
an the explosives i pack im gonna bomb on you
so stop frontn hardcore
u still a virgin probably never score
u was concieved from somethin that look like a boar
if u want a chance at me better buy somethin from my lyrics store
otherwise u aint gotta chance just layin on the floor
now when i say i got microphone stamina
i mean i rhyme for weeks neva posin for cameras
an the whole motha fuckn time imma damage ya
u, ur crew, motha fucka watcha gonna do
when im rhymin circles round ya whole squad
i got more money then u ever seen here look at my wad
its time for yo ass to get a job
u no talent pussy slob
imma bust ya ass an leave it covered in maggots
never fuck wit me u fuckn faggot
u shoulda been original
u still on tape u better get digital
u malnuroushed better eat them minerals
now imma have to get rid a u
imma leave your punk ass with that
u wanna try an step up imma slap ya back
with my ill lyrical tracks
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Hambone (Guest):
got punked/
your shit stunked/
got my degree/
your azz flunked/
u stepped up, and got jumped/
so whats up?/
the title defense make sense/
im about to make mince, meat/
out of those that try to think they can beat me/
make your azz pay a fee/
to try to step into this ring/
jack your shit like i was don King/
actin like u are lennox lewis thinkin you are raw/

watch out here comes the right hook.......Ping/
across your jaw/
broke it like it was glass/
thats right, hambone kicked yo ASS!
oh shit...you seeing stars/
fakin, actin like you can ryhme is a crime/
time to put u behind bars/
oh yes, you will be doing serious time/
droppin your drawwss, havin niggaz in the pen, saying that new Bitch is mine/

no vaseline/
your azz will get ripped real clean/
but that shit aint new to you/
you have dreams of being on p diddys team/
straight vet, reppin sets, dont try to flexx/
aint no future in yo frontin/
your cash money stuntin/
and im the game warden Huntin/
scope on sight/
red target on the mark/
pump pump, straight through your heart/

this is how the seatown G's do/
no braggin, but we will fuck up any crew/
some try to test, the streets become a bloody mess/
dont resort to violence/
rather chronic smoke out/
runnin from the cops hoppin over fences/
have you recovered yet, from the right hook?/
guess what, i just won this bout....

I drop rhymes (Guest):
u won..? u fuckn serious?
my lyrics leave ya delirious
ur tough guy crew.. they fuckn fearn us
pussy ass wannabee on the mic
but ur words make ya sound more like a tyke
an yo girls wit me an anotha dyke
u fuckn jelous money hungry little kike
check my flava or ill throw it down ya ear
dont be actin like u aint tryin to hear
bitch my shit get u fucked up like a keg a beer
dont step up or u just get messed up
an leave ya dresd up in ya best stuff
while u lay back down eyes on the ceiln
what my tight flow u still not feelin?
obviously lyin
an this tight rhyme.. i aint even tryn
an its my lyrics u tryin to be buyin
an its my girl u tryin to be eyen
your shits be used before.. crazy ancient like the mayans
bitch thats right i envoke you
to rhyme better even if i gotta choke you
then imma do u like a dutchie.. roll ya then smoke you
oh shit look what happened? i fuckn broke you
hambone tryin to get on porno websites
needs to get his hand out his pants an learn to write
cuz freestylin.. lets face it.. ur shit is far from tight
all u do is take other peoples rhymes an bite
so chill with that poser shit ight?
bitch nigga
ya aint shit nigga
but a snitch nigga
get killed quick nigga
4 tryin to be a big nigga
battle me? hah u better eat yo vegetables
cuz my lyrics is motha fuckn unforgettable
an when cats think of me all they think of is incredible
an what i rhyme about is credible
ur shits just false an blantent
first time u heard my shit i kno u fainted

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