ok 10 lines minimum drop 30 min after you check in
no d/r hat evotes
no feedin
ok 10 lines minimum drop 30 min after you check in
no d/r hat evotes
no feedin
check in.... yo hurry up i gotta go soon
you spit first.....
If one of U's votes on my battle i promise ill vote on the winner of this one im fair so i aint bullshiting U
if he will fuking go in 30 min im leaving
checkin in sorry had to be somewhere for a bit okm give me a minute you could of dropped any time
you think youre tough bitch then go ahead please-bring,i tie a rope to g's nuts and see if he-sings, see if he-thinks that beeing tied to a rope he's really a g-string/
come get youre soul stole, ill empale a pole threw youre whole skull, pull back and kick youre nose-bone threw a hole in the ozone, get the thrown in youre place stolen,
so many blows thrown the ones in youre face are showin/
my words are spooky like a manor-or-mansion, this is a grammar-expanison for this stammerin-band-kid, in a war i be the last-man-commandin, sannin the floors for the last-man-standin, brass-hands-landin, cannons-demandin to blast the pathetic ass off his last-fan-standin/
think you could chance it go ahead i dare yah to risk it, get youre tounge cut out from a sharper linguistics, embark on a darker exhistance, the enforcer which will torcher and stitch,mail you back to myself ask who order'd a bitch/
you disorderly switch spits to mimic-y-cripts, gimme-the-six, im limitless when it comes to gimmicks-and-tricks, out wit'em then i gett'em with a rythm-of-fits, that hittem-with-fists, and split his face open like a bottomless pit/
Me the G back wiv anova brand nu sound/
back 2 step up 4 anova few rounds/
u can't keep this lyrical genious down/
u enta wiv a smile u leave wiv a frown/
on dime i make u look a clown an stupid fool/
kinda like wen 50 cent disses that fag ja rule/
mash u up on the cyber microphone/
still the lyrical king atop my very own throne/
I'm just impossible 2 over throw/
u all know me as the spitter G/
the 1 and only king of D.I.M.E/
my lyrics would slash thru ur ugly mug/
coz ur a wannabe and u fink ur a thug/
i smoke my stash and rinse wannabes everyday/
ur a nobody but im still a household name/
i'll fuck u up in my bars don't matta wen i do it/
pain and terror im gonna fuckin put u thru it.
upinn............................................. .#1
.................................................. ..#2
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...=181568&page=1
poll vote it and ill drop a vote in here
you think youre tough bitch then go ahead please-bring,i tie a rope to g's nuts and see if he-sings, see if he-thinks that beeing tied to a rope he's really a g-string/
^ Okay
come get youre soul stole, ill empale a pole threw youre whole skull, pull back and kick youre nose-bone threw a hole in the ozone, get the thrown in youre place stolen,
so many blows thrown the ones in youre face are showin/
^ Aight
my words are spooky like a manor-or-mansion, this is a grammar-expanison for this stammerin-band-kid, in a war i be the last-man-commandin, sannin the floors for the last-man-standin, brass-hands-landin, cannons-demandin to blast the pathetic ass off his last-fan-standin/
^ Ehh
think you could chance it go ahead i dare yah to risk it, get youre tounge cut out from a sharper linguistics, embark on a darker exhistance, the enforcer which will torcher and stitch,mail you back to myself ask who order'd a bitch/
^ Lol
you disorderly switch spits to mimic-y-cripts, gimme-the-six, im limitless when it comes to gimmicks-and-tricks, out wit'em then i gett'em with a rythm-of-fits, that hittem-with-fists, and split his face open like a bottomless pit/
^ Nice
Me the G back wiv anova brand nu sound/
back 2 step up 4 anova few rounds/
^ No
u can't keep this lyrical genious down/
u enta wiv a smile u leave wiv a frown/
^ Wackk
on dime i make u look a clown an stupid fool/
kinda like wen 50 cent disses that fag ja rule/
^ Old
mash u up on the cyber microphone/
still the lyrical king atop my very own throne/
^ no your not
I'm just impossible 2 over throw/
u all know me as the spitter G/
the 1 and only king of D.I.M.E/
^ Ehhhh
my lyrics would slash thru ur ugly mug/
coz ur a wannabe and u fink ur a thug/
^ Fink? as in think? lol your such a teenybopper
i smoke my stash and rinse wannabes everyday/
ur a nobody but im still a household name/
^ Ok
i'll fuck u up in my bars don't matta wen i do it/
pain and terror im gonna fuckin put u thru it.
^ Wtf..
Vote-Wards
~G~ is so wack.. wards came harder with the multis, punches, and consistency
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uppin numba three..................................
g got the good punch lines so he got my vote
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=185220
this battle needs to be voted on its 2 weeks ago!
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