10 barz or more....
no dickryding votes.
I'll spit first.
You got 24 hours.
Aiight.
~1~

i thought you wanted to battle me....ok then. y don't i just set it up anyway?

Intro-(going easy)
Yo,lyrical stainless-blow-you-brainless,skills hanging-with-anguish-with-no-control//
It's over-yo,so-you-know your hopes are about to-over-flow//
Tame-this-lame-wanksta,who-say-his-game-gangsta//


Now kinda better-my collection of deception,reject you faggots acception/
reak havok in the hood,then i fuck up ya reception/
I reckon ya'll blow more than a house fulla hoes and whores,who"ryde"ya dick soon as you walk in the door/
Metephores against competitors,ready for you jealous bores/
Steadily rockin heavy for,the lyrical manicure and a pedicure/
Of militias clever core,now we hate em even more/
need to polish up ya lyrics,like spirits with dirty fingas/
So tired of dissin on you niggas, I think the beef is now burnt/
Tell em EazyB!,about how you and ya niggas learned/
Sparked the burner for the beef,but ya'll fell to defeat/
I dont need a blank sheet,I key what I speak/
Now,flee from the scene,like its a nitemare or bad dream/
Runnin all the scheemes,disgustin' lyrical teams/
The reason im ruined is cuz I was part,of T.O.R./
I guarentee in about a year,no one will know who you are/
So far,you aint impressed nobodybut yaself/
Cuz all them niggas in ya crew,are lyrically deaf/
I dont stress on you niggas.cuz ya close to ya death/
Impetious rhymes,are all I have left/
Im clever on a diss,however silly on a mic/
Cuz when I freestyle,I wile and incite the fight/
Street dreams is all you niggas have left,cuz if the diss name dome,I could lay you niggas to rest/
Forget a battle or a test,this is the result,matter fact the best/

the finale-Frantic screams,Disturbin dreams.murderin fiends.guns are always machines.//
It’s the prince of disaster.Constant women harraser//
.Im religious but to you bitches, that aint even a facture//
I’ll still fracture you actors.Disturbing sights,murderous fights.Kill you.What a delight//
.IM a fucking vamp like that dude in Van Camp.from Fright Night.//
My eye sight could pop your bones in your body like..right outta the sockets//
.Go to war wit Militia,I got fists he got rockets.Who wanna talk shit.//
Take my gun out and cock it.your girls spot.I rocked it//
.My dick she sucked.Your shit outta luck kid//




just to fuck with this little hoe.Spit.

aiight,youve had twenty-four hrs....I got you,no show.....who want what?