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westsiderider323:
if i was spittin wack shit, my name would be TP
sweeping this dirt fuck under some bleeding weakling
handlin weaklings on a weekly basis
im the master aces, you talkin ages
and based on what a man is wearin, you talkin gayness
in case i break your face, you gon need more then braces
you grace my presence like ima celebrity
youve been genetically composed to take this asperity
im aggressively stabbin your neck
trashin your threat
bashin your chest
i stay killin you, so i guess you rappin to death
only tony i know makes that snow money
you a lonely tony makin no money
i play you like a puppet, you a lone dummy
i organized the bitch ass hater massacre
you below an amateur, so clean your shit up you fuckin janitor
the reason i spit harder is cuz ima higher caliber
im a whole nother level
it must be dreadful you cant climb up to this level
you cant even come hard, you sterile
now you lookin down the barrel of my metal
you bout to meet none other but the devil
you a joke, not a fuckin rapper
you need a pastor to tell you im the rapture
if that made you stagger, ima drop this cancer
guess what? im your daddy! you no longer a bastard

Sparegeez:
"weaklings this weaklings that"  the same words don't link// shit stinks like fish fries
jesus Christ u stealing my style, taking my shine?//
WRONG u stay getting molliwopped everytime!
Failing the tutor's class ,taking Ls like bitch cops hatin at traffic stops//
 blunt tyme is still crying, all u do is smoke rhymes// vacant like hotels
//ur drug's full of cut lines choking, shooting yoself
call u chetterbob with no balls
no cock, my dope's all fine, broken down from high// potent Peruvian coke rocks//
I keep flying, so fresh like tape lines/ u just getting extored on my block
Quit lying// aint killin no one u just mad u need to relax
Im not the minuteman// trynna catch yo fam, cuz of  Arizona's new act
I told u once little cunt// Get of me cock/ pendejo ret-art//
Just restart and be natural like tree bark
U keep going down like gravity
u stay in the avenue, cant get to the point like diagonals, with ur enemies
quit associating with skinny jeans
U just keep getting worked hitting dirt like rodeos
blown cover up, just too soft like an oreo
from the suburbs, That's why you don't know any real antonios
just a bunch of tuckers and mr smiths
hating on ya boy cuz I know you're whole script
got no credibility under those pussy lips
u had no choice but to grow up into a little bitch
im nastier than throwup and quicker than netflix
u fake like the matrix cuz u kick it rednecks
living yo life like ya getting chased from Jason
mom telling ya gotta be home// 10 the latest
im pattening u "holmes" cuz I control u// im the greateast

Sparegeez:
By the way this is this third time you've tried battling me.. so who's really chasing for a win :'(

westsiderider323:
1. this was not for battle read the title dumbfuck
2. youre thread back fired i won
3. you fuckin suck ima fuckin vet why the fuck would i steal a style that sucks donkey dick??

Sparegeez:
before u keep listing things like a bitch writing down grocery items that whole thing was all about me so if it wasn't a battle verse what was it? You writing albums about me now or somthing? U just mad cuz u got DESTROYED

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