aight open battle once again, 2 rounds, 20 bars each and explained votes or voting method applies, first to challenge goes first and in the second round vice versa!
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aight open battle once again, 2 rounds, 20 bars each and explained votes or voting method applies, first to challenge goes first and in the second round vice versa!
I'll go 2 eight bar (16 lines) rounds wit u
Nevermind, i'ma just set up my own threads for those verses. Wit my rules.
and the point to that was?
Yesterday I suggested 2 rounds of, 8 bar verses ( 16 line). WHich wasn't 20 like u asked.Quote:
Originally Posted by Da Dishonourable Don
Then today i decided to just use those verses on my own thread wit my own rules.
aight , this dude is shook, anybody interested?
ain't nobody shook, i just ain't write'in 40 lines
I'll go one round wit u, 24 lines, that's it, if u don't want to, its whatever
depends if he really means 20 lines by sayin 20 bars cuz some people havea different method of countin or some shit, unless u wanna spit 80 lines in 2 rounds.
i explained that to him, he means 20 lines each round, which is y i said i'm not writing 40 lines, but ain't "shook" of shit. maybe lazy, but not shook
lolQuote:
Originally Posted by Negroid Czar
this thread's been up a week now, close this shit somebody please, I can't believe it's so hard for y'all mothafuckas to write 20 lines a verse, fuckin cornballs!
Believe it or not it didn't used to be like this. Battles used to be all day everyday, people then stop doing the shit now its crazy. (I would battle you but we just battled so theres no fun in that)Quote:
Originally Posted by Da Dishonourable Don
I would bAttle you don...
But i would rather battle you Face to Face. And not on the net.
Keep doing your thang don. Much respect brother
Peace
Lets get it crackin like chain reactions
Lyrically bringin that murderous faction, packed heat, no traction
No traceable trajectories, put the hit out with the unknown weaponary
The Don here missed the shot even with red lasers
I slam the everclear while this pussy's sippin chasers
Leave him shook like overzealous cops with tasers
I don't follow the leader, muhfucka I'm their eraser
Go head lets hear them violent cliches
You chasin the cheddar while I invented the maze
You want beef? Shit, send the cattle to graze
Dead that shit blazed in a soufle' glazed
Raised eatin gunpowder, you bark loud but my gun barks louder
Transforms brains into clam chowder
This muhfucka's gettin soupy, his asshole keeps the Wood Stocked like Snoopy
If he says ya shit's bangin, its cuz this Loop's Fruity
I'd go to the strip club if I wanted to see something this booty
Better get the facts of life like tooty, or get broken down & sold like a Lucy
Like sushi, I'm raw yet refined, Darth Vader this muhfucka & make murder with my mind
Squeezed of his life like orange rinds, blowin up his spot like front door landmines
Right now he chokin behind that computer screen
Caught jackin off with Comet tryin to come this clean***
The Don ain't really a killa he just makes the phone call
Don't know I'm the blood spilla crucfiyin vic's to stone walls
Enter the torture chamber, I'm peelin skin from flesh
Send his whole crew out burnin like David Koresh
My own soldiers out on his old corners pumpin Meth
Got 'em deep sixed with a carcass going bald from stress
Cinematic landscapes that penetrate through to ya dome
Don have a hard time reaching out if borrowed ET's phone
World wide he's known for them pissy ass tantrums
The midol cures the cramps but there's still the back spasms
And no orgasms when the pussy wide enough to moonlight as Wendy Chasms
Hoodwinked the whole corp, he film videos from a studio set
Dis One's really from Iowa he ain't even seen the projects
He found the one black dude in the whole damn state
Chased him down through a search with his license plate
Wanted him to join up with the rest of his thesipan crackas
Show they can pretend like rappers when their not tryin to be actors
Really couldn't get much wacker, you'd have to die being drug by a tractor
Makes me wonder the factors that cause the condition
Where fakes thugs run through life like an audition
edited from the *** came back to drop the other twenty, wasn't gonna do it but then said fuck it, all respect due homie, peace
bump, Don where you've been homie?
oh shit, I didn't even know you set it off, aight let me git at you onetime....
you should quit lyin' to yourself, you ain't a rapper, you my chronie/
I bet you sleep with a Teddy Ruxpin on those nights you're feeling lonely/
chill homie, I know you loved my vid, you wish you was in it/
shakin' your ass,.... but I ain't into all the bitches and gimics/
as for the black guy in my vid,.... yeah, he was just at ya mommy's house/
diggin' her kwami out,.... wit her fat thighs full of giz/
git baptized in my piss, smacked sideways wit a fearless fist/
crack your fuckin' teeth out so when you freestyle, I can hear the lisp/
yo son, you think you greater?/ you'll git decked out and left douse/
stretched out,... like premature babies in the incubator/
fuck this hater, he the type of dyke to hide his balls between his ass/
claiming that he can school me, but lil Eric remained Unseen from class/
I'll shred your shitty rhymes to a million pieces and dispose the weakness/
bitch, I'll battle ten ten tsunamis just to see who flows the deepest/
bold strategic verbal assault, terrorist villain/
you a sweetheart, your arteries pump caramel fillin'/
I'll toss ya body off of 20 different parallel buildings/
you a pussy, it ain't hard to tell, it's very well given/
and I will place a big respectable wager, .../
that the only time Eric ever loaded a clip was an electrical razor!
I'm a fall back with 20 bars for today, even though you dropped 40 [which was stated in the beginning, 2 rounds, 20 each], but it's all good, I'm a be back on tomorrow and drop another 20 to complete the battle, and then we'll let peeps vote, aight then!