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Your spit looks like a love letter, everyone here knows im better, every thing I speak is wetter, ima collector and your just another one of my debtors/
You get no biz cause your breath smells like wizz, your failing this lyrical quiz, and im pissed cause now I gota teach you what hip hop is/
My words i’ll leave you stripped and ripped, your mad cause you slipped and I flipped the script, now im shipping you back to the lyricists crypt/
I never claimed to be gangster, but your so wack you couldn’t pass as a wannabe wankster, that’s why on other sites you claim to be a “sister”/ my words i’ll hit you like a twister, yours are so bad just listening to them gives my ears blisters/
Its time for win number seven, on a scale of 1-10 your lyrics are a negative eleven, im far from it but your so soft you still got a shot at heaven/
You trying to go after everyone handing out shots, boy you couldn’t get a win even if the judges where bought, after matt bans you you’ll be easily forgot/
You got no rhyme scheme, and now your emcee dream is floating down stream, did I make you lose your esteem, cause in this shady soldiers regime I reign supreme/
Your lucky im in a good mood or youd really be screwed, I deluded your words in this lyrical feud and served you like take-out food/
Its time for you to lose, your yesterdays news and everyone here shares that view, I got ya used and abused like a pair of old shoes/
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Its time for you to lose, there’s no way im lettin you outa this unbruised, aw shit did I get you confused? Cause my lyrics I’ll leave you used and abused/
To me your just another man aside, and now its time to abide, you were tryin to catch a free ride but now im puttin your carrier on a slide/
Your messing with the best so I suggest you invest in a vest before you die like the rest, this is my emcee quest and ill leave you lookin like a bird who fell out the nest/
You need a refill on lyrical skill, my words are like a pill – they cure the ill, you came with a bad bluff and now everyone know you got nil, maybe next time your bitch ass can give me a thrill, for now go take a lesson off phil/
What are you gonna harm? You sound like a hick – you belong on a farm, you cant compete with my lyrical charm, now I got you on the edge of your seat all alarmed/
I aint rentin but I leave you resented, go up against me and you’ll come out bent, you’ll be starving for skill like a catholic craves meat during lent, and you’ll have to find another forum to vent/
I get my own bills paid, don’t hate cause you cant get laid, this is my lyrical raid and I’ll leave your words lookin frayed/
This mans so fat when he smiles I cant see his eyes, all of the shit you spit consists of lies, it’s time for this fat ass to have a heart attack and die, and at your funeral not even your own mother will cry, now whos sly, before you leave remember to say good-bye/
Oh no not science boy, this mans mad cause no girls would even take him as there toy, I’ll drop you like a carnivore drops soy and kill you like “darthvader” did the viceroys/
Now its time for me to grease my piece and crush the words you bought on lease, ill spit till your cease and decease, you wouldn’t even be gangsta if you started takin out police/
And my words are “air tight”, I leave you no room to fight, you got no choice but to agree – ain’t that right, cause like I said in our last battle im the white knight, guess you didn’t see the light, its all right your words might sting but they fade like a bug bite, you gave me so much fuel I could go all night/
You fed to much fuel to my fire and now ima get you thrown away like a blown tire and than you can take your singing to the choir, your words were wet till I stuck em in the drier/
You’re a wannabe Pac, you thought you won this but now I got it on lock, you fallin worse that N.Y. stock, its my time I forgot to tell you I broke your clock/
Your punches hit to late, I’ll leave you on the ice lookin like you cant skate, and now I you hooked on my bait so now I’ll end this battle with come back when your words pull their weight/
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Im a writer/producer – your just another lyrical loser, the nonsense accuser, well im a verbal abuser and I advise you to come back as a new user/
The stuff you talk is a bluff, your lyrics arnt enough, so id shut my mouth before I slap you with the cuff’s, oh shit what happened now you aint so rough and tough/
T, its time for you to agree im the best emcee, im giving you a shot at an insanity plee cause me winning is a guarantee, your bout to end up as another one of my pieces of debris/
You the shady soldiers tick, always riding on everyones dick, tryin to hand out free licks so ill make this quick and show everyone your just a hick shooting lyrical bricks/
I might be new to the site but you’re the 500+ post rookie, your softer than a fresh baked cookie, watch this “man” be a pussy and play battle hooky now that he has to go against the shady soldiers bookie/
Hand me the easy win cause you fallin like Berlin when I make you take it on the chin, you’re a has-been that never was now that you see how much my lyrics hurt within/
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If I was a frog you’d be a fly, and now you bout to die cause of my reply, ill be nice and let you say good-bye/
The name is maxR, the rising star who left you with a scar, rolled you and smoked you like a cigar/
Your shit didn’t make sense and now im here to put in “my two cents”, it lacked intense suspense so now my immense defense is crushing your “offense”/
Me as your doormat? Im one level up in this lyrical combat, beat you with my verbal bat till your flat enough to be MY doormat/
Your shit was even hard to read, your just some wack ass rappin inbreed, and now ima make your bleed, as I take the lead with my lyrical speed your stuff is beginning to look more like plead/
The only thing tight on you are those pants, next time get an real emcee to grant you some skill implants/
You have no friends, you were just a “trend”, now you can pretend to comprehend my lyrical ascend while I add this win to extend your descend, maybe next time you will be able to contend/
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You sayin everything everyone else said, ima shred your words and leave you dead spreadin your red (blood) cause victory for me is ahead/
You is a wannabe G, ima hardcore emcee, my words cutting you off at the knees, this is your banshee and im advising you to flee/
Me a victim? You need to hit the lyrical gym, cut off all your limbs, drop you in a whim without havin to wipe the sweat of my brim/
Your right I am a dick, you need to learn a new trick and quick, cause your girls getin bored of you and when I stick MY dick in your chick that’ll be a kick in your small wick/
You was a stud till I drew blood and left you in the mud, the aftermath of my flood/
You couldn’t flow for the dough if I put you in the know, leave you below for the crows till ya grow cause right now your punches are to slow/
This is my story and your just adding to my glory, bitch im the one with lyrical fury, now whos the one with worries?/
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Oh no not the inmates, sit back while I incriminate and desecrate your nonlethal debate, your words cant hold there own weight so im here to sedate your irate fate/
Your goin after the dynasty so now you gota put up with me, the sickest emcee to go on a killin spree, my lyrical decree leaves you no choice but to agree aint that right jatee?/
Theres no point to resist, my fist ill hit you till ya slit ya own wrist, and now I got you pissed cause youll never be missed/
U is Sykotic? Im chaotic and despotic while your just an idiotic neurotic hooked on narcotics/
One last line to confine and define your lyrical decline and to combine my explosive words like a land mine, crippling your spine and giving you no choice but to resign/
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Its time to battle the whyte knight, your just another man struggling to put up a fight, my lyrics are are a beacon… a bright light that makes even the darkest places ignite, my diagnoses for you is lyrical blight/
You don’t throw punches, there more like lyrical hunches, trying to guess my moves would be harder than helping stella to get back her groove/
You don’t even got a chance, I got you in a lyrical trance, im callin this one in advance, cant compete in this verbal sword dance/
Stop talking before you get verbal body shots, got your tongue tied in a square knot, hit you in the soft spot cause the chance of me winning is more often than not/
Keep this shit nice and short, you aint got a chance to thwart, I got this on lock with international support, my punches hurt you more than your venereal wart, leave the decision to the shady soldiers higher court/
This is over and finished, leave you ass broken and diminished, you winning? Not even a genie could grant that wish/
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Your mystic? Well im sadistic and ballistic, you need to become realistic your shits to simplistic, you got no shot at being optimistic so you might as well stay pessimistic/
Im sentencing you to lyrical jail, a place for artists who never prevail, the ones who wernt smart enough to bail, the people who are expected to fail cause there lyrics are to stale, now sit back while I avail over your rhymes frail/
And I aint gay so I don’t wanna hear non of that shit, you’re the one here whos lyrically unfit, so I advise you to rethink before you submit, id hurry though before I get your ass tied down with a verbal judicial writ/
Mystic… your just somebodys bitch, getting in your crew wouldnt even suffice my itch, your rhymes have no pitch that’s why im sittin here watching you twitch, me losing would be a glitch cause your future resides in a ditch/
Im part of an elite few while your on my list of bottom two, you shoulda flew but now your through, this is something we all knew would come true cause my lyrics imbue you/
Your shits to hollow, all you do is follow, if this was greek mythology id be the oracle of Apollo, my rhymes are so sick they’ll make you wallow, this is your medicine open wide and swallow/
Aww shit did I make you lose your pride? On this allstar team your just another man aside, this forum provides the place where my lyrics reside inside, and let this guide be know worldwide how I took a stride out ya step cause ya got fried/
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Im here to battle, if you were a cow id be killin the cattle, kill you with my “personal lyrical chattel”, you get your ass beat by a baby like you was there rattle/
Your nursery rhymes are war crimes, your battling from time to time is a victimless crime considering youll never get to be in a “prime”/
I don’t care if your 13 – ill still kill you, murder you before you can debut your lyrical construe, your under critical review and your dream is something I advise you not to pursue unless you want to become subdued/
Im more popular than Nike, you beating me is very unlikely, get your ass over here and spit your shit timely, please put down something more complicated than “bite me!”/
My words are like a disease, getting you down on your knee’s, got you begging to please appease, cause your spits are weaker than a little girls sneeze, killin you at every angle – all 360 degrees, so just shut up and listen to my lyrical expertise, that’s your only way out of my suicide squeeze/
Last verse – quick finish it, I aint the least bit scared over what you bout to transmit, I slit your spit, now submit your shit while I still permit you a chance to hit my lyrical wit/
