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Sikotic™:
OH SHIT!!!!!! Its gettin' personal here!

Sir Hambone:
not even close to gettin personal/
i havent even brought out my arsenal/
weapons galore/
fucked u up, and slammed your ass to the floor/
cracked your skull/
only thing u can say is uhhhhhhhh/
im sorry hambone/
i just cant touch your throne/

like the ten commandments my rhymes are written in stone/

u are all alone/
not even your momma can recognize your dome/
blood everywhere/
this aint not fuckin truth or dare/
this is life/
if u had kids, they must be mine, cus i been done fucked your wife/

you must start to realize/
hambone came to your surprise/
made u break down and cry, confessed all your lies/
thought u were hard/
fuckin retard/
the looney bin wagon is on its way/
while i will be in the barn smokin my hay/
trying to hold in my laughter/
while u r in a room filled with pillows livin ever ever after/

must i say it again/
billy bob lookin, no skill havin, wanna be hard ass ren tin tin/
shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit/
this comes easy/
but what i see and hear from u makes me queesy/
fuck your life up, making everything around u stand still/
by openin up accounts everywhere and foot u the bill/
peeps will wonder how i paid for all this fly shit/
my response will be, i got this bitch u just have to get with/
tramp ass hoe, fuck whatcha like/
dreams of RuPaul wanting to be a dyke/
if you come my way i will slap you like Ike/
this is a Ballers game, im on top just like Mike/
but, this aint gatorade/
but since this is a Ballers Game, you just got played/
shook you out of your shoes/
broke your ankles, time to pay your dues/
just took u to school/
and u flunked/
whats wrong fool?/
u finally smellin your own funk?/
soap isnt good enough to cover that smell/
my bad, u must still be believin in those fairy tales/
u were not in a dream/
im blowin off alot of steam/
not trying to brag, just coming so fresh so clean/
im the supreme team/
cash rules everything around me CREAM!/
know what I mean?/
left this battle as the King, with my gangsta lean.......



booooyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Seatown Representing...
Hambone.......Luv all of yalll.......keep the battle rhymes coming.....i am done for now....have to study and spend time with my daughter....might drop another one in a week or so....peace...

ITW [the irish boy]:
AYO WE GOT NEW  NIGGA G'S HANGIN AROUND
TRYIN TA RHYME
CLAIMIN THEY'LL GO POUND FO POUND
CLAIMIN THEY FIGHT US VETS
PAST THE TWELFTH ROUND
BUT WITH US OLD G'S YA WONT HEAR A SOUND
CUZ WHEN I STEPPED ON THE SCENE
I WAS INSTANTLY CROWED
LIKE A NEW KING HAD BEEN FOUND
DOPE AND TIGHT
RIGHT DOWN TO DA GROUND

ALL YOU LIL OLE BITCHES KNOW IM DOWN FO REAL
MAXI-P BDOGG AND NARRATOR
THEYLL FEED U THA LAST MEAL
SO MUCH STYLE WILL RIP IT UP
RC WILL FIT THA BILL
U NEW BITCHES AINT SEEN RHYMES
RCEE HAS U IN FOR A THRILL
UP YOUR BACK YOULL FEEL A CHILL
TIME TO GO
TAKE A SPILL
ILL HIT IT UP AGAIN SOON
THIS TIME FOR REAL

M Dogg™:
Peoples talking about how this strings on fire. Well hell, you can't have a string with out me. BEYOTCHES

Lets make this for the real
This be M Dogg bringing the steel
So fuck what you heard on the real
I bring my shit to kill
It's been a while since you last heard from me
Now all you fake busters try and murder me
Well fuck this, I'm taking you out like 1time
Little Nark ass snickes, just drop a line
And contest with the lyricalweight champ
The Rhymes Droppers gone 'cause his shit was damp
And came off dark as a lamp
I ain't dissing, but if he steps again, I blow him out like an amp
'Cause you see, I never do time for the crimes I do
Only trease the cops, 'cause it's their ass I screw
And when I check, it's me the crowd wants to boo
But since I'm the champ, they can cheer for a no name who
So please believe the dirt I did
I didn't buy my shit off Ebay, so fuck a bid
For I'll rule the world like a Psyclo name Sid
Then tear you of all your limps
I'm tired of fake ass busters trying to clown
And then go off like my shit has no sound
For I'm the one who they call champ of this board
Battle me, and you'll lose as if I'm Johnny Cochren at court
So don't step to me
M Dogg, the king off G's

ITW [the irish boy]:
YO MOUSE LIL NIGGA/
NO DISS INTENDED/
BUT THAT WACK RHYME/(im talkin bout mine)
I WONT DEFEND IT/
SHIT THAT DONT FLEX/
SHIT JUST DONT TRY TO BEND IT/
WITH THIS RHYME
IMMA TRY TO FLEX AND BEND IT
DONT TAKE OFFENCE
AND DONT TRY TO MEND IT
THERE AINT NO JOY
IN GETTIN APPREHENDED
MOUSE U KNOW IM DOWN FO YOU
I HAVE NO BEEF
MY DISS WASNT AIMED AT U
SORRY I CANT STAY BUT I GOTTA GO
STICK IT TO A BITCH
KNOWN ONLY AS "HO"

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