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Alright the rules is 30 bar max 5 vote max 3 vote win no hate votes
Alright 8ch get at me and battle me dawg//
You get lost like kids in horror flicks gettin slashed in the fog//
So dont come at me get off me even though i know that you want me//
Your "victim" was Gray Ghost well i beat him to so lay low//
Your about as real as the Peter Pan fairy tail so you stare at males//
I got you shook and erect like an aphrodesiac you get off to me like you think was some kinky rap//
You aint got a car so you take your little sisters bike pushing at the pedals//
Aint no way you could rap shit even if you were reynolds//
Your moto is come prepared cuz we all know your a little boyscout//
But dont take it literally you dont have to hunt little boys out//
I stay laughing while you rapping but not cuz of funny punchlines//
Its cuz you suck you little fuck no wonder you always gonna stay unsigned//
But "H" this is fatethere isnt an explanation there aint no other//
You have to be imbreed if the only person your mother ever had sex with was with your uncle and your brother//
which one dont ask me your rhymes cant get past me they dont lap me//
Calm down and get happy//
Your affection brought my attention to the fact that I seem to give you erections//
kinda like asian dudes pronouncing l's like r's saying presidential election//
I fight you, you slap box and if you ever do get signed you'll never be released like you were "Detox"//
I dont have to battle I could sit here and stare at my monitor//
My glare will still come harder than any verse you put out cuz it just doesnt get hotter//
Even if you wrote in hell your shit would still be frozen//
I could write in antarctica with only a paper and no pen so when the votes come in my verse would still have majority chosen//
Get off it stop attempting it you just cant rap//
How they gonna vote for a dude who lost a battle with kangaroo jack//
You lack syllables and vocals when i get you in a choke hold//
My shits beautiful like mixing some fine chick with halle berry//
your shits like having sex with oprah winfrey cuz that shit is straight up scary//
My shit is so evil it stays conceiled in the dark//
I run up behind you and through your back rip out your still beating heart//
right right your verse
Alright 8ch get at me and battle me dawg//
You get lost like kids in horror flicks gettin slashed in the fog//
So dont come at me get off me even though i know that you want me//
Your "victim" was Gray Ghost well i beat him to so lay low//
Your about as real as the Peter Pan fairy tail so you stare at males//
I got you shook and erect like an aphrodesiac you get off to me like you think was some kinky rap//
You aint got a car so you take your little sisters bike pushing at the pedals//
Aint no way you could rap shit even if you were reynolds//
Your moto is come prepared cuz we all know your a little boyscout//
But dont take it literally you dont have to hunt little boys out//
I stay laughing while you rapping but not cuz of funny punchlines//
Its cuz you suck you little fuck no wonder you always gonna stay unsigned//
But "H" this is fatethere isnt an explanation there aint no other//
You have to be imbreed if the only person your mother ever had sex with was with your uncle and your brother//
which one dont ask me your rhymes cant get past me they dont lap me//
Calm down and get happy//
Your affection brought my attention to the fact that I seem to give you erections//
kinda like asian dudes pronouncing l's like r's saying presidential election//
I fight you, you slap box and if you ever do get signed you'll never be released like you were "Detox"//
I dont have to battle I could sit here and stare at my monitor//
My glare will still come harder than any verse you put out cuz it just doesnt get hotter//
Even if you wrote in hell your shit would still be frozen//
I could write in antarctica with only a paper and no pen so when the votes come in my verse would still have majority chosen//
Get off it stop attempting it you just cant rap//
How they gonna vote for a dude who lost a battle with kangaroo jack//
You lack syllables and vocals when i get you in a choke hold//
My shits beautiful like mixing some fine chick with halle berry//
your shits like having sex with oprah winfrey cuz that shit is straight up scary//
My shit is so evil it stays conceiled in the dark//
I run up behind you and through your back rip out your still beating heart//
right right your verse
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