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IT'S ON BEZ !!!!

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ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
If it's beef, it's beef bitch.. grow nuts & call me out
I told you I ain't finished till I start the body count
You-being-street in Liverpool.. I highly doubt
You're a UK civilian wit no hoes, money or clout
I got supremicy wit this West Coast energy
You're now an official enemy, so let it be
This society rendered me..
to the highest degree that you will never see
Ure sweet and tender B, soft like the opposite gender
You'll always be a defender with this 'no beef' mentality
You're a pussy..
and will surrender cuzz you'll never get the best of me
The height of my abilities are your maximum capabilities..
times 151 not adding my agilities
The Elite is me, a state of nobility..
mixed wit raw energy and hostility
remember me?
The same cat you asked for rhyme techniques
I showed you hospitality while in reality..
U were thinking of back stabbing me
Wat a bitch you is, and you still weak
Look at your latest rhyme sweet cheeks
wat the fuc was that?
You're like a crippled trying out acrobats
You lack any  means of attack, and that's a fact
Throw a stack of bullshit on the mat and think it's phat
Shining so bright this week, I blind eyes as I light WCC up so tight
Welcome to Reader's Delight
In fact they still call me.. Out of Sight
And if I wanted to, I'd destroy U all in 1 night
I gaze as fakes drop like after quake shocks
Lines on a rictor scale as my rhyme glock remains cocked
You gay like baywatch
Chest exposed as my blade chops
I'm mind controlling ya
Your lyrics lack strength and need some toning up
You regurgitate old shit as if you were reverse throwing up
And don't ever post your pic again..
you make my stomach turn like lil kim
The mirror you look at would still break..
even if the lights were dim

mauzip:
:banana_llama:

bez:
You say its on but you off so get modifying,
And dont hit me wit that shit like "You wasn't trying",
Cos you've had days for typing and my time is precious,
Ya never gunna go gold just like ya Crooked I's necklace,
Claiming you pressing records and your so fucking street,
You fucking faker than a laker after a transfer to heat,
Trying to compete but I cant be beat an ya dont know where to start,
Been writing a few lines for many days just to get em torn apart,
Dont wanna scar this retard but hes so full of envy hes become an enemy,
You can have your 'supremicy' cos I got supremacy, (dumb ass)
Your online identity is being rubbished cos your posting without thought,
Having a Pac vid in your collection dont mean you've got a bullet you bought,
I've taught myself how to rhyme and I've used diff techniques,
In this game I'm Jay Z and your the Siegals and Memph Bleeks,
Dudes that dont speak cos they always in the background,
You keep the tape I'll have the mic and we'll see who get rapped around,
Stepping to the battleground with a diss that ain't flowin,
How the fuck you turn a rap diss to a poem?,
You just aint knowin that you've over, your done with, through,
I've already dropped like 2 disses that you couldnt reply too,
Hurting you and your 'hoes' like a punch to your flat nose,
I've seen your pics too an I hope you got a refund on them corn rolls,
Man most of your shit blows and I dont really gotta reply,
Cos I know saying you got guns online aint gunna make me die,
I'm too fly like Macho so watch me elbow his ego,
Too high like a desert eagle now feel the smack from your hero,
You nothing but a zero and you aint clocking up a ratin,
I never get bored of loading your rhymes up a degrating,
And it aint even hating, I aint even playing, man I got plenty more drops,
I watched baywatch for the tits while you musta peeped it for Hasselhoff's crotch!!!

BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW!!!!!!!

-Euthanasia-:
Winner : Bez

ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
It ain't a claim homie, I am pressing records and I can be street
And juss like that Ex-Laker on the Heat, I will tower you and defeat
You sound mad doggy..
U need pussy, jack off so much your dick color is fading
Like Richard Simmons writing reports on gay pride, shit's degrading
It seems to me you've been investigating me and know me so well
If you watched baywatch for the tits, then I guess Jesus went to hell
Feel my vibration, shakin you off my shoulder, can't match my dedication
You think you can SEE a victory? when you gonna come to real-eyes-ation (realization)
that I have no hesitation.. can't cure this wit medication
hustle relentless and I call it my occupation
you dont like it? Tough Shit!!!! yea bitch, constipation
Basically my mouth never closes, I'll keep flowin like a runny nose
Your mouth never closes either, but dats because it blows
Poetry? man I'll metaphorically take my gun for a walk
fuc a dog, fuc wit me and I'll let this muthafuca bark
My forearms shatters your jawbone as my knucklez rope your horde
Kick you outta WCC bitch, yes I'm the land lord
Ure rhymes are like my jail times, because I stay bored
Why you trynna rap white boy? stick to your skateboard
I didn't reply before cuzz I could write one line to rip all your verses
Bez.. you winning is like findin a mime that curses
Don't count on it, fo real, I'm out of your reach
Sorta like them surfer boys you crave for on the beach
You couldnt kick a rhyme as hard as me wit iron casted shin guards
attached wit platinum toe rings powered by uranium bars
This board enhances when i cast spits
Rap backwards phatter than chris farleys carcass covered in spandex

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