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Weird Guy we can battle again some other time or day is that’s cool with you i’ll let you know when I can.

It’s easy to tell that’s he’s been waiting to put down his cards/
How you know I’m wack when I haven’t wrote a single bar?// (a lot of his punches were written on the assumption that I’d post first)
Quite ridin computa dick, it disgusts me/
but not as much as you frontin as the best MC//
Hundreds of peeps betta than you, one such is godzfavorite/
His spits so good, I would more than likely pay for it//
Couldn’t bare to hear ya shit for more than a day/
Still can’t believe you make spits worse than “A Bay Bay”//
Ya claims bullshit, can’t believe othas can’t see you a con/
Ya already done forgot how bad you lost to King John?//
Why you even battling makes my mind boggle/
To make out ya drop, I think I’m gonna need goggles//
Acceptin my challenge is like acceptin die/
Like getting in with strangers when they ask you to ride//
Eyes lightened up at the sight of the Gameboy/
nearly dived in the car when I mentioned the “other toys”//
As we driving down the road with no end in sight/
You don’t realize that you gonna be gone by tonight//
So as I stop in the alley and force you out the car door/
Know that virginity ain’t the only thing you done lost whore//

AznSkillz wrote: Weird Guy we can battle again some other time or day is that’s cool with you i’ll let you know when I can.

K I’ll be lookin forward to the battle

on the 6th bar, I meant to say “to die”.

fuck the chit chat/ im packin steel, get back/ trick bitch/ i gotta trick , bitch; watch me pull out the 44. and make that nigga do backflips/ when i say show the tool i dont mean pull out the ratchet! and lemmie guess u use sockets for clips/ im fast nigga ,kill ya ass wit my finga,i call the the touch of god, my aqantance, u guest it ,the trigga/ u straped nigga? i pull my grip quicka, and im not a backstabber im a spine SPLITTA/ yea im that nigga/ im crack, u wack nigga/ u pump iron but my gat bigga, ima PRESS u and ya weights NIGGA!!

Talk about a poor nigga/ spitting out rhymes/ that use his four finger/ all the chit chat has just been lost/ because ur amature/ making me cause a Holocaust/ and dont go spitting about ur clips/ all you do is drop down faggets to suck there dicks/ i might pump iron to keep my figger/ least i aint trying to be a fake ass nigga.

Yo’ blud we is straight up G’s,
We only do what is necessary’s,
We’re making funny money,
‘nd like eating sweet ass honey,
We is keeping it all hood,
‘cause when we’s down der it’s all good,
Smoking bud wit mi homies,
We got the shit not the phonies.

u the fake nigga with no cake nigga/ i keep the strap to secure my weight nigga/but wait nigga, u a waste of time nigga, why fight a bitch ass nigga/ the gat put u too sleep quicka/i got fighting skill too, plus i kno a lil kung fu/ i take a KNIFE and put it RIGHT THROU YOU!/ ima dirty ass nigga, 308 leave u squirmmy in the ass, nigga/i turn ya insides out, make u leak like the amazon riva/ so hold up, i leave ya ass throwing up, guts ya spittin up, i clap u in public nigga cuz i dont give a fuck!/ this like ironman vs. cannonman, i gotta IRON CANNON MAN/ i BLAST into the Hooverdamn, watch ya sink with ya iron, man , DAMN.

anyone up for a battle?

spit first

ok give me a sec

Im livin my life up in the sky
Stuck in a plant, feelin so high
While others say I cant, I give it anotha try
I love the way it burns, so I wait my turn
Sum ppl quit, but I will never learn
Just a little bit, its all ya need
Take out the seeds, and now its freed
u can start to roll, or maybe just put it in a bowl
Its full, so ya grab a light
Its kinda dull, but we waitin till night
So we can spark it in a car, and see all the stars
Everything seems better when ur near, But u bring me fear
I hear sirens movin in,My mind starts thinkin 'bout the pin
So I grab the stash, and put it in the ash tray
Seems like everythings goin okay
I wont be so lucky another day
But I guess thats the price to pay with mary j

5 Star Flow wrote: ok give me a sec

Lol it’s wayy passt a Sec..

ey, someone hit me up with a battle

Aight then Vintage its cool now.

.2.2.6. wrote: ey, someone hit me up with a battle

Alright I’ll battle, but you gunna get killed like cattle Jk, U will prolly whoop my ass lol.

U wanna start?

Yo, Weed Lacer, 97' burgundy Blazer
Wanted for burglary, had to ditch the mercury tracer
I’m on some lok' ish,
I’m fed up wit the being broke ish
I’m not to joke wit
Bitch, I don’t sell crack, I smoke it
Having a coke-fit and goin' through withdrawls daily
Shoot up with Mesciline Infront of my baby daughter Hailey
My brains dusted; I’m disgusted at all my habits
Too many asprin tablets, empty medicine cabinets
Loosing battles to wack rappers 'cause I’m always too blunted
Walkin' up in the cypher smokin', talkin' about, “Who won it?"
Thug and crook; every drug in the book I’ve done it
My 9’s at your brain,is that your chain? Run it
Crews die from an over-dose of your exessive flavor
Aggressive nature got me stickin' you for your Progressive pager
Spectacular, battle rap manufacturer
Stole your moma’s Acura, wrecked it, then sold it back to her
( Right right right ! ! ! ) (( Ding ! ! ! ))
Cruise In nike jackets, Escaped from Psyciatrics
Told the nurse to save my bed for me
“I might be back Trick”
So barricade your Entrance, put up some extra fences
A woman beater, wanted for repeated sex offenses ( Ooh )
Chasin' Dips
..Take em' on long vacation trips
Kidnappin' em' and trappin' em' in abusive relationships
Mess up your face and lips
Slit your stomach and watch your gut split
Gut you wit that razor that I use to shave my nuts wit ((Laughter))
Mama don’t you cry, your son’s too far gone
I’m so high, I don’t even know what label I’m on
I’m messed up, I feel just like an over worked plumber
I’m sick of the crap, what’s Jack Kevorkian’s phone number? ( Ha.. Hot )

wussup guys? I got a headset with a mic on it yo! I’m recordin myself freestylin it’s tight!

AznSkillz wrote: wussup guys? I got a headset with a mic on it yo! I’m recordin myself freestylin it’s tight!

I got a mic....that I plug into my computer..and then I make my own beats with a program I got..its pretty tight, you can produce pretty much a whole album from your computer.

anti-moviecodec. wrote:
I got a mic....that I plug into my computer..and then I make my own beats with a program I got..its pretty tight, you can produce pretty much a whole album from your computer.

you make beats???

Hijaac’s a fucking Homo!

*edited by Hijaac, finally decided to come out of the closet*