I want some input: Who do you think won this battle

[Sikotic™]

Alright, I was in this tournament with these cats on this other board. It was a battle w/ 3 rounds. It was close but I feel I was ahead, but these cats are all a part of a group and seem to be siding with eachother, since I have no alliances on the board with me. Anyways, I'ma do this like the Pepsi Challenge by concealing the identities so that I can get fair judgement, so check the verses:

Round 1
Emcee #1
This begins my genesis of being the nicest at any prices/
I'll go undefeated until I face myself cuz I'm the flyest/
You down thirty by halftime your screwed I ain't be lyin/
Cuz my rhymes progress over time like a fine wine/
When Im in a NY state of mind/
Stayin on the grind line after line this the shit that'll cripple ya spine/
One time 4 your mind one time/
Your life's a bitch-cuz the world is mine/
It ain't hard to tell theres no being saved by the bell/
When I excel and break out from my shell/
I'm the destruction that comes for wack MCs/
This battles already over dont underestimate me/
Put you on display mang this aint no game/
Make you a forgotten thought on a trip down memory lane/
I represent what I believe in to the fullest/
And that is I kill all challengers cuz I'm ruthless/
Illmatics a classic and your fates decided by the one above, one love/

Emcee #2
****** ya dense, make as much sense as buying a new benz/
Runnin it though a picket fence and intentionally leavin it with dents/
Your shit was ineffective like a sniper with shaky hands/
You're gettin violated like gettin' cavity searched by another man/
You're a handgun while I'm AK-47, automatic flow send ya to the opposite of heaven/
Your ass I infringe, leave you in a condition so bad you make the surgeons cringe/
People refer to me as Chinese torture cause I'm sadistic and cruel/
Knockin fools in holes like balls when shootin pool/
Just like the economy, makin your status take a rapid decline/
Cripplin this fool after I snap his spine and give him a flatline/
I'm in my prime while your on ya last leg, the time is mine/
Feel the pain as you get ripped and slain like the womb of a dame/
Goin insane like Charles Manson except I make him look tamed/
Leavin ya head in a crumbled state, I flow like hammers smashin your cranium plates/
Describin your death as a predestined date, I'm a prophet predicting your fate/
It's too late, your dead, I split ya skull so I guess you're a "crack-head"/////


Round 2
Emcee #1
Your premeditation is useless like a premature ejaculation/
You obtaining elation through a queer porn TV station/
So youre name is darkness well you just seem heartless dick/
Yo you got a fucked brain maybe youre high on some shit/
Cant stop talkin about doctors maybe you need a psychiatrist/
When you talk about cavity searches then you gotta be feelin this/
It questions your sanity plus youre a fucking faggot/
You maggot Im out of my cage about to let you have it/
Your moms aint hold you enough you get your kicks from braggin?/
Hiding in your cave deep throat gagging tea baggin bin laden/
My name means the origin but its then end that your facin/
Matter fact you the most fucked up mix of two nations/
Black Armenian? from who the fuck came the semen/
My flow commands ya lungs like a blunt hit stoppin you from breathing/
Thinkin your victories at hand but ur happiness is fleeting/
Youre style is rotten ill trodden serious issues i know you got em/
Trying to sound like a thug when u know im the true problem/
Throw away your knives your gun and come back to reality/
You must be border patrol cuz im breaking through your security/
You battlin me then your stranded and lost dial 1-800 Collect/
Leaving you shook broken and fucked 5-0 knows Im the number 1 suspect/
Fucking psychopathic killers please keep my name out your dental/
Usually i'll tell an mc good job and that you might have some potential/
But in your case youre better off leavin a track just plain instrumental/
Cuz without your words it will make the song that much more monumental/
Dont speak youre flows weak you wide eyed freak/
From Compton fuck no your address is on Dawsons Creek street/

Emcee #2
******, I'm puttin' an end to this, so call me Revelation/
You're my nemesis, you got me pissed so get ready for lyrical destruction/
Tryin to figure out my shit like it's a scrambled porn/
******* back and reborn so now Genesis gettin' forlorn and torn/
I flip the script like an actor preparing for his new flick/
Your verse dyin' for attention like a blonde bitch flashing big tits/
Your bars are stupid as shit, like stickin ya dick in HIV chicks/
I bring ya to your demise like neverending tsunami tides/
You can run but you can't hide & when I come down on you I shatter ya spine/
It doesn't matter whether I give you a dick or a mic/
Because you'll be sucking on both anytime of the night/
This shit will penetrate your mental gate like you're momma's dirty dildo/
Then stimulate and detonate shattering your brain like C4 thru a window/
I feel bad rippin' you a part, you just wanna be me, jackin' my style/
Your first verse was a shit pile so you mimmicking me like an infant child/
And I'm the hand that rocks the cradle....fuck that I'll kick the crib over/
Gas it, light it on fire and do the same to your 14 year old faggot lover/
Speaking of gas, I'm burning this shit up like a pyro technician/
I'm clenchin' ya throat wrecnchin' til you pass out and stop flinchin'/
Stop bitchin' in ya rhymes little girl, sounds like you need a rag/
Make ya drag off the back of my Dodge Mag & leave ya with a toe tag/
This is all you brought, it looks like you prepared them for ******* chapel/
I don't give a fuck, got lyrics nastier than hairy assholes and nipple tassles/
You call me a faggot because I see through your masculine masquerade/
You're obviously sweet, like guzzling 10 gallons of Gatorade/
Don't waste your time with a third verse, like Switzerland you ain't a threat/
Just like Jada's album say, you just got the "Kiss of Death"////

Round 3
Emcee #1
So are you young and ***** or are you young and **/
Judging from your myspace pictures you must be both/
Terrorist mother fucker you probably came from a slave boat/
You scape goat take your own knife and slit your own throat/
Put a stop to your voice box and shave your unibrow to make a coat/
I can see youre trying to be black cuz you gotta gold chain oh well/
This is an official linch homie imma let you hang yourself/
Black people and stereotypes oh what a curse/
You look like a broke Will Smith but you rap much worse/
Why dont you be a smart black man theres so much more in life to gain/
I'd say go to school instead of trying to hi-jack american airplanes/
Your flows fucking generic so our rhymes cant be compared/
I saw the picture of your unibrow let me buy you some nair/
Gangbanger huh you from the streets why dont you share/
Some of your violent stories about compton and all the street warfare/
Oh no you cant cuz youre nothing more than a little pilgrim bitchin/
You aint hard dawg theres no way cuz you went to **********/
How you gonn talk to me about a 14 yr old faggot lover/
Take cover police know ur girlfriend aint legal motherfucker/
Ive pierced your heart youre beat so stop screaming and making noise/
Im sure everyone on this message board is so fucking annoyed/
At your antics and youre posing youre lost no one hears your voice/
So put down your weapons and lets battle lyrically cuz you have a choice/
To choose power of the gun or the power of your lyrical skills this time/
Get all that bullshit that puts young black men in prison out of your mind/
I just robbed you of your pride bite the curb take a nosedive/
Lyrical destruction your rhymes are dead when they arrive/
You got picked on and beat up when you were a little boy/
Stop it you cant be gangster with a gun you bought from kb toys/


Emcee #2
Can't complete with my powerful similies so you gotta attack my ethnicity/
Your raps got so much simplicity, sounds like you ghost written by P. Diddy/
Usin all your intensity tryin to test this G/
Too bad I'm close to victory & you're not even gettin the best of me/
Like starin at a hot bitch, I keep my eyes on the prize/
Your mind is more narrow than your tiny fuckin eyes/
You say lies, pride i'm strippin from you like the Full Monty/
Your rhymes are so non-violent you'd get bitchslapped by Ghandi/
It must be hard bein you, jealous because I'm getting your young pussy/
Gotta be tough gettin some play when you look like a bald wookie/
******** ain't terrorists, but at least we're able to drive/
I'm like Jeffrey Dahmer on this shit, verbally eating you alive/
Got this tournament on lock and you know it, but denial's a disease/
You're bitchmade, I'll twist you up like the braids on Alicia Keys/
Why you starin at my photos, desperation damn that's weak/
I'll toss you the lotion homo, jerk to me & bust nuts on your fat cheeks/
Faggot freak, your rhymes are cheap just the thread on your back/
Where you get your prom tux fool, from Goodwill off the clearance rack?/
I should cut you some slack but I'm heartless so you're gettin hit/
Heard your shit with illyricists, sound like a broke ass member of G-Unit/
You're the weakest in ya group, like a clown with ya mic and pad in the booth/
Fuckin fruit, they should drop you and make me their recruit/
Ya gettin ripped & hit by the contents of this lyrical full clip/
Body stiff on the ground, hellbound I'm sick of the bullshit you spit/
Just give up homie, take the stress of ya back like breast reduction surgery/
You've angered this lyrical God, damned eternally, send you to purgatory/
This is a mortal kombat, fatality, I'm about to finish you/
You thought ***** was doomed, but looks someone "Cli-Max"ed too soon///

If I lose, fine, but I think both rhymes are so close, I shouldn't be losing by landslide ya know lol

Anyways, I'd appreciate feedback. Peace.

[K0NfUzIoN]

Maybe a little biased because I'm middle eastern... but

Vote: Emcee 2

seemed to have the most memorable punchlines yet both were kind of dissapointing, a lot of filler