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my memory is well intact// so that i dont forget..its attached to bells-in-fact//
i spit the diabetic sicc shit...so my rhyme always dwell-in-phat//
you can sit with those males-in-back...for me...i'd say to=hell-with-that// i'll bust shots...lets see if H can block one from the butt of my shotgun// my rhymes are top rung// although im your father, you can call me mister clean, i'll leave you mopped-son// you say carry on like you got hot lines...though i have yet to see you drop one...like a mom jugllin triplets// im a " misfit" like a big-chicks medium mid-drift when i spit this siccness// bitch listen...if you dont want to witness your lifespan end to quicken// refrain from talks of booty holes and prison...for you get strung up with bed sheet linen
 
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LEE-ZILLA 69 said:
TSSSSS HAAAAA I TOLD HOW YOU COULD RECEIVE A MATCH WITH THE ALLPOWERFULL ONE BUT YOU LOST YOUR BATTLE SO YOUR NOT WORTHY
seeing as how you are proud of being gay (your words..not mine)...regardless if i had agreed to your conditions (even though you challenged me) i'd decline a battle after your admission...as a matter of fact..im done with you all together. you're back on ignore
 
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ok..

~ give it up Ironic.. im flowin cold air ../ ya rap careers like Nick Cannons braids.. it aint goin nowhere ../ i'ma write a quick spit since u really wanna fight wit dis shit ../ which is bout as funny as christopher reeves gettin a bike for christmas ../ get real and write a wish list that santa can deliver ../ kuhz i'll have u fallin for nuthin like u had bananas for slippers ../ u remind me of Tyson back in his prime.. Ironic.. u history B ../ and dont take this as a battle verse homie.. its a victory speech ..!!~


carry on...
 
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dog...your lucky im drunk...if i were sober...im chucky, you're chucks...
of flesh i've sliced-slashed// your life's-crass...spud, i leave the mic-mashed,your potato chunky, left you the consistency of gravy, lumpy// like a fat chicks thighs, i keep my rhymes funky// like a demon eathin'...im muchnin' on emcees brains by the bunches, at a devils' luncheon// my rhymes are a an unknown gem like a treasure sunken// im like mile... you measure-nothing

i dont know what "emboldens" you to think you're holding-two...let alone one candle against my lyrical ammo// you'll get smoked and bumped off faster than joe camel// my rhymes spill over your core like lub handles//
you're a scrub in sandals trying to out-run...i swing with a left...but you can call my paw a "south-gun"//
 
Mar 2, 2006
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ok..

~ funny how when u gettin murdered.. its only kuhz u drunk ../ or is it tha simple fact my rhymes puttin urs in a slump ../ commando's tha name given to him in his gay community ../ i'll off dis cock sucka like repeat episodes and none were to new to me ../ tootoo wearin fag.. i'll have u on ya tippie toes ../ you'd get fucked on higher levels than dat of hippie hoes ../ verbally killin dis inbreed.. im leavin u tha option to quit ../ jus like ur mom.. hblock stay on top of u bitch ../ u gettin burned!! tha audience wonders 'how much heat can he take?' ../ as much as he can before i expose him like college chicks in spring break ../ admit it patna.. u gettin ran thru like ya homies fuckin ya sister ../ spittin large words so ya girlfriend can have sumthin to fit her ..!!~

carry on....
 
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while you fantasize about my non existent sister// i'll flip a mixture of my verbal my elixir// i "spin" words worse than o'railey in blender// like other " roasted forum posters" you are merely another foe i "dis-member// i pulled your card, burned it like embers. and post marked it "return to sender// like a porn chick assed fucked with shit in-her, your rhymes are packed with doo-doo//you are awfully slow, i might have to "spell it out" to-you like that dumb ass host on blues-clues// my name and picture is in the book of who's who// you must be fruit-loop...you want me to wear a too-too