15 lines
first to 5 votes wins
3-0 is a ko
no crew hate d/r votes....
don't take for ever to spit...
BlUnT-MC
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15 lines
first to 5 votes wins
3-0 is a ko
no crew hate d/r votes....
don't take for ever to spit...
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supa stephen be like super-man with a cryptonite chain.//
got about as much life left, as he's got brain.. runnin' on empty.//
stupid as shit, punch wit a leftie, an' still see him sit.//
weak as shit, speech is sick like a rabid pet.//
call me the vet, inject a syrum ta speed along his end.//
a demise that comes as no surprise, like "why'd he even try"//
it's like he's blind try'n ta write a rhyme,//
it can't be decifered..//
in-coherent like a drunk man pumpin back more spirits.//
I leave stephen with torn war wounds that won't ever be healin'.//
too big to conceal 'em, goes from stomach to face, feelin'.//
like you was sun burned 'cause I rip at either side so ya skin's peelin'.//
I'm-a end this battle with one word.. a word that envolks fear in-.//
delerious rittlahs who think they got skill.//
you not ill, here comes the word... you ready.. here it is.. KILLED.//
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aigh..ill p0st..like hella fasst..
he calls himself the blunt mc..cuz the only thing he burnt was his dick and weed/
he doesnt want a battle..he just wants to get on a saddle/
the only way he can be country..thats how bad he wants to beat me/
but he has better chances beatin his meat..its only half a feet/
im more like a foot long..he laughs now..only cuz im gon/
jelouz of more then my skill..the boy say he want me killed/
but he cant even pay his studio share..an he works with cher/
what if he were a glock..he would only be cocked an freezed/
couldnt bring me down to my knees..cuz i smoked his trees/
ill rip you like your tie in the shredder..so high he askin mice for chedder/
so whats my next words MC..you dyin for help/
what kind of lyrics do you write..pop or on the shelf/
blaze your crazed my words leave you thinkin for days..only then youll relize that your words are gay/
you say that im wearin my kryptonite chain..an that i have no brain/
thats why you wont pass my test..cuz youll die in iraq just like the rest//
well i must get out that i expected a hella better verse from u blunt, i dunno u soup, but both veres while good with vocab and werd play, were equally wack sorry, thats how the cronik crumbles but with this line right here:
I leave stephen with torn war wounds that won't ever be healin'.//
too big to conceal 'em, goes from stomach to face, feelin'.//
like you was sun burned 'cause I rip at either side so ya skin's peelin'.//
I'm-a end this battle with one word.. a word that envolks fear in-.//
i dunno its catchy, even tho killa kob is startin a crew war, u got my vote B-MC
uppen fo more votes..
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