anybody can git it if they truly want it

[Da Dishonourable Don]

Y'all shook like a fiend suckin' glass dicks and overdosin'/
shooker than a hemopheliac.... with his throat slit open/
shooker than the dice that I'm rollin' for the dough I'm ropin'/
you shook like a halfway crook, look,... your nose is broken/
yo, the chrome I'm holdin' blow a hole through ya pecks/
so fuck a rap battle, gat clap you, croak to ya death/
provokin' the teck, I bet ya catch a slug to melon wit ease/
son you fuckin' shook, you're like a cripple who fell to the knees/
I'm sellin' ya trees, you copp and everything's sweet/
duke you got a problem?, we'll turn your nogen into mince meat/
....I'm not a rapper, I'm an animal with cold blood/
no love, the chrome snub'll throw slugs and blow scuds/
smoke bud, twist eleven Century Sam's/
seventeen grams, plots on my enemies planned/
bloodshot eyes with two four-fives, your block's mine/
primetime grime, critical bind, I'm not lyin'/
wit da glock nine alligned to the side of your nose/
a guaranteed hit,... I leave dick-ridas disposed/
the livest wit flows, that's why the whole corp recognizes/
I burn rappers, unload the blow torch to where your eyes is/
this is pain and punishment, until I see your brain turn insane from sufferin'/
the blood rains from bludgeonin' !!!!!

open battle, anybody can git it, now that ain't a battle verse, but I know most of y'all can't contend wit me, so I'm a go soft on you with that first verse, first to accept will respond to that verse and an ongoing 3 rounds of battle, who's up to it, come and git it! 28 bar max per verse!

[LICK CUNTS]

i dont know who you think you are but your whole format is wrong! did you even study poetry? cause that is what hip hop is not wack shit you be putin on the net.

[Da Dishonourable Don]

you're name speaks for ya self faggot, you are what u eat! P U S S Y!

like the rhyme says, you're shook, if you got heart then you'll battle me, I'll school you in any aspect of hip hop, so git the fuck out of here with your corny interpretation of what poetry or rap is, go lick your mom's snatch!

[Lil' Ruger]

that shut his dumb ass up.

[Da Dishonourable Don]

yeah, like I don't know that corny fuck is SMOKEBLUNTS, now he switched his name to Lick CUnts, what a PUSS!

[Lil' Ruger]

smoke blunts lick cunts it even rhymes so when u battle him theres something to think about. plus he hates on everyone.

[adedwutang]

mob deep play back, niggas talkin bout who the shook one/
ima dishonor this don cuz we all kno he aint really a crook son/
my first bar hooked um, opened the page to losers and i booked em/
i cooked em, with the fire that burn passionately in my heart/
cocky mother fucker lookin for a beatdown, guess who took the part/
never rest from the start, words blessed like a art/
u the bottom of the graph and im a neck above the chart/
yup this nigga got it locked down/
nuttin left to say so im finished with the flow/
im the real champ, this nigga diismmised from the show/


ima b back around same time tmoro nite so ill get at u
peace kid

[Sicka than aidZ]

MAN IF U DO IT U SHOULD GO ALL THE WAY MAN, WASTIN TIME, COME ON ADEZ WE'LL VOTE TONITE MY 2 CENTZ

[adedwutang]

where u been don

[Da Dishonourable Don]

busy, but if u wanna battle spit a 20 bar verse and i'll respond!

[Mantra]

alright Don i'm gonna battle you give me a minute!

[Mantra]

aight Don here's my verse to ya kid!i know you said 28 bar max but please accept 19 for know


this post's an open page, provokin rage- Don's throat get slayed/
out the smokey haze, explode grenades with my spoken phrase/"
"kickin speed raps- beef tracks, i dont need that/
cut chemists got a better chance of getting positive Feedback/"
when my flows bust its like a meteor thrust into the earths crust/
and turn this crater face Jurassic age mother fucker to dust/
i drop a hiphop apocalypse coming like thunder non stop/
then flip the 3rd rock upside down and put ‘don under’ the rock/"
"sometimes in my lunch times I take him to school where he flunks rhyme/
Its passed crunch time and you only got those half assed punchlines?/
typical road work took too long and missed the deadline/
this unoriginal cat still calls me ill, like it’s a front page headline/"
"this bro’s fake, you sealed your own fate, I’ll make ya bones ache/
as i drive straight through Don like a semi with no brakes/
Fat raps make yours look anorexic/
so thin your bones crackin, broken back, face blackened/
fuck your “speed rappin” im attackin’ you before it’s even happened/
cos i rhyme in time zones a day ahead so you wake up yesterday dead nappin'/
and i keep it crackin' with a bat hit to ya head as ya yappin'/