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Tha Don Vs Simplicate VOTES NEEDED!
Gay-o Felony:
Rules --
No dickridin/crew votes --
First to get 3 straight votes KO --
5 votes wins battle --
Who's up for it! no bar limit... just spit!
simplicate:
I'm up for it......just set up the thread and I'll respond as soon as I can.
Peace
Gay-o Felony:
Iight dawg... i have set it up in the battle board forum.... waitin for ya to spit.!
Peace - Tha Don
simplicate:
Alright, I'll go as soon as I can.....I'm kind of busy today, but I'll post as soon as I can.
Peace
simplicate:
Ah shit I know this ain't going down. The don you wanna battle me? You? Come on, usually I only battle MC'S with IQ'S higher then 2, but in your case I'll make an exception. Now listen up.....you can't escape your fate
Check it....
Tha don today you find yourself blessed cuz your bout to be possessed
By an MC who defies the weak everytime he speaks no need to protest
Put my skill to test? Ha you ain't anywhere near this rebel's level, I am the best
May I suggest you put your shit packin hobby to rest before you become too stressed
I'm the type to eat at your soul till your depressed, I eradicate your insides with jest
I Digest wannabes blow them to debris till they show respect to a real emcee
As mature as me? Please you spit so much underage shit R. Kelly would even envy
You couldn't bring heat in the sheets even if you took tips from porno's elite
The only thing sweet to you is the taste of defeat, your whole damn rhyme was a waste
Of my time and everyone reading this rhyme, remember you can be replaced and easily erased
Time for me to put shit back in perception, ladies and gentlemen I hope you enjoy my deception
You're hot? Please, I'll walk into Alaska while you're freestlyin in hell and still get a warmer reception
Where to begin, the only thing this fag has within is hate for the skin of a real villain
I'm the deadliest lyrical assassin to ever hold a pen, and this kid thinks he can still win?
Shit I invented original sin, I bury fake mercenaries who attempt to rhyme with a dictionary
You're Catholic? Even if you prayed to Marry you living would still only be temporary
You fat motherfucker you ain't fit to battle my shit, oh I'm sorry...am I too explicit?
Why would it matter? you're brain cells have already splattered, you're flat out illiterate
I'm a troublesome adolescent who's influence effects only thugs and juvenile delinquents
I don't give a fuck how many stiles you bit[/b] you still can't go toe to toe with my wits
Simplicate desecrates all bitches who pursue his riches till they're annihilated and irate
Son I only translate hate, What you think I was lyin when I said you can't escape you're fate?
How to make the final blow, you pick, I'm enthusiastic you wanna see drastic?
My rhymes flip around you like gymnastics, No you contemptible bitch I ain't being sarcastic
My soul and mind into this rhyme, your Scripps on plastic and guess what, I outclassed it....
Peace
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