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Bez Vs. Ill-Logical (BEZ WINS!!)

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bez:
Deadline, 6th Aug

Maximum 20 bars!

bez:
Want me to lend ya a hand-tramp, bet ya masturbate so much I swear you was a pros-ti-tute//
I heard ya left band-camp early when ya came across-the-flute//
The only time ya could "cum sick" is if ya threw up all of last-nights-evenin//
It consisted of a meal, a drink and then a blast-fulla-siemen//
If ya talkin about an eatin-disorder then I will-call-ya-ill//
Fingers stuck down ya throat, halfway to bein choaked like ya got a kill-ta-forfil//
Ya suck so much I've been confusin your shit for lypo//
Everything ya say is a mistake mite aswell be a typo//
Its alrite doh, cos my lyrics can cause a stampede like you were on safari//
Have your whole body shakin like ya name was Ali//
I ain't into playin-games, I'll put holes in ya like draculas fang-can//
Ya might be tough sayin-names, but swayin from a tree is the only way ya can hang-man//
Lyrics to snap ya back-in-to-place, leavin ya finally standin straight//
I'm harder than a slap-in-the-face off a pregnant bitch complain about her weight//
Causin an uproar on the streets like an nigerian peacekeeper//
To beat me ya got your work cut out for ya like an liberian grim reaper//
Leave ya feelin shamed, you'll go back to hidin, we'll see ya in a while//
Ya gettin fucked up like a named peodefile//
Leave ya feelin fucked as if ya a member from Hanson and its hurtin//
Make ya feel physically sick everytime ya see Richard Branson and virgin!//

Jimmy Cash:
checkin in, i'll post tonight

Jimmy Cash:
peep game

Please, dog, your rhymes are slap stick, get off mack's dick, your fake like plastic, I can't stand it//
It's the return, you get burned when served with this hotness, I leave my mark, I leave you branded//
I believe you landed from planet fagot, in your space ship with little boys and butt bandits//
I know your type, someone who hangs around playgrounds looking at the "sights"//
You spend your nights beating off to tiger beat under a single light//
You're a pathetic pedophile playing pussy on the net//
Koncept said it, you can bet I'ma vet when it comes to rippin' necks//
Compare your self to me, then you will see who's the better MC//
Cuz, cousin, I write nice rhymes nightly, I'm what you never can be//
Keep telling your self you can get better, but never better then me cuz I switch like the weather//
I got many styles for you to ingest//
If words are weapons then I got techs for your chest//
Watch your step, where ya steppin' cuz Koncepts the best, fuck the rest//
Your about as good a jem in an ass kicking contest//
You got a battle record with no wins only losses, you're an errand boy fucking around with mob bosses//
The cost is to much for your pockets, this battle you lost it//
Just remember I rule you, even after maxi tried to school you//
Fuck this battle, I've wasted enough time, I'm through, fools//

bez:
Nice drop mayyyyyyne, so your ARE KONCEPT. lol

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