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Middleweight Tournarment... TinMan vs. Gareefa

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M Dogg™:
This is the first round. Good Luck.

Rules:
10-15 bar limits
I vote
A battle verse, so punches and the whole nine.

M Dogg™:
forgot deadline... Sunday night Sept. 22 at midnight Cali time

Reef:
Your wanted, but you daunted by visions of lead poisioning/
Sacked by the pillow factory for wantin to be a to be a Tin/
So you jump on the Wizards dick and claim you an outlaw now let the mockery begin/
What you shout for? your crew is non exsistant, distant and ur rhymes aint consistent/
Haha but you we're all ready to join elite turn ya bak on the outlawz/
Got bored of onetime & P-G, now you left in debris all ova a PM, js peep/
Am i goin too deep? you scared that i know this shit, and M-Dogg cant deny this/
He was askin members if they wanted u to join dont defend or reply to this/
Bu in the end they didnt want yo sorry ass, now outlaws lying dead around you/
They died quicker than your old man did for drinkin too much liquor/
Now you crewless and cryin like you in distress screamin SOS/
Cuz the remains are lying around you and the tears are pouring out of your veins/
Cuz Im eating dead crews and on that is what i thrive, i throw a high-five at my homie mack/
ima Assailant, i always got ya back now lets burn this corpse and use it as an inhalant/

Pillow:
*raises my tin cup in the air and bangs it with a spoon to get the crowds attention as i am about to completley murder gareefa* (punk ass bitch)*.....

The amount of voltage I exert forces you to use resistors
but I generate win(d)s like OHMS law through a twister//
In your weak attemt to step close, you just get ghost
because you couldn't cary weight,... even in wet clothes//
what'd you expect hoe, you thought I'd just let go
after all that shit you've talked you must have strepped throat//
your a ghost to be, not even close to me
tin will turn your chest into roastery//
and sell that shit to a local grocery, then you can really live up to what your sposed ta be//
you earn no stripes nor metals thinking you're past my level
so you'll be found by police once the ashes settle//
missing half a hip, with a duck-taped waist, you can tell i'm disslexic by the way you got fucked straight//
so gareefa this will without a doubt become a red sequal//
then I'll turn your eyes around so you can see dead people//
keep that white towell in hand cause you've got little talent man, you wouldn't tower over me even if you were Taliban//
This is the second time a round that I've had to fight bitches
so this ones on the house, like satellite dishes//
the key to success is to be compliant-where-you-can, but you've only repped tha UK at a science-fair-fruit-stand//
I keep my weapons concealed, and the same with my weed stash, and like planes with broken hangers hit the lane like Steve Nash//
your brains been detached, you strain but leak mass, like crash tests at dealer ships your "frame" will be smashed//

RIP BIOTCH........

Reef:
tihgt verse man.. I wuz gettin worried that u wouldnt show..

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