ok, but first what r the rulz?

First to 5..3-0 is KO..
normal rules..
spit..

aight....

u wanna battle im roundin yah up like cattle//
playin yah liek a pawn/ cuz i am the spawn.... of satan, im rippin with out hesitation.
Dysector u need some energy, besta eat some vecter//
yer shits wack beter quit and stick tah crack, yer nuffin what chu think bout that.
i aint gotta spit no shit bout u bein gay but i wouldnt doubt if u took it that way.
im runnin with tha o.g.z. u think u got flo pleeze, my rhymes r hittin yah hard makin yah weeze, like fukin wind in tha trees.
u yer a fukin bitch with out mellons, and yer gonna scower when yah see how tall i tower, 'n' u'll fold quicker then a flower no flo, no beat, no power.
ur bout tah git ate, there aint no debate compared to u im lookin great, u cant git a bitch and have tah masterbate.
with rap im blessed , u ur nuffin i didnt have tah guess, n u dont have to confess ill find out thru this fukin rap test.
not much can amaze me, come on face me u aint gotta chase me/ and u'll taste me/ well at least my fist.
but what chu gonna do step again and ill emberass u.
my appetite for rap is voracious and its contageous, so keep on practicing to face me ill teach yah again where yo place be.
in this rap u's a midgit and u aint with it dont chu git it, so stand bak while i spit it.

aight just waitin fo yo verse

Here ya go..

Dis farmer thinks he can beat me nigga please, you’ve jus got beat again and jus like ya boyfriend your gettin’ dropped to your knees//
You talk about cattle but your moms the only cow, your lryics blow worse then your mom and your still thinkin how//
Dude I don’t even know why you posted a battle, your lyrics are hurtin and I’ll beat ya like you’re a baby wit a rattle//
Tha doctor told you you aint got much time to live, head to your boy friend was that all you could give//
Don’t even bother wit dis shit the rap game aint fa you, you rap like Robert Munch and your rapin kids that are only two//
You throwin fists but dawg mines made of brass, the only place your fist is..is three inches up ya boyfriends ass//
You think your blessed in rap but God hates ya dude, jus like Jesus I’ve jus crucified you//
The only thing your spittin is ya boyfriends cum, oh shit dawg my bad its yours cuz your lickin his bum//
Aight man this battles over the golds on me, all you can do is say FLAWLESS VICTORY//

VOTE PEOPLE!!!

vote dysector

1-0 ME..UPPIN FOR VOTES..

KEEP VOTIN PEOPLE!!

Alright this wasn't a bad battle i have seen better but my vote goes to DYsector...Nice battle

2-0 me..
1 more vote KO's..

UPPIN FOR VOTES..

vote Dysector

THATS ALL FOLKS..ANOTHER WIN..HAHA
yeah anyway..
3-0 KO
thanks people

aight good bouts mad props, peace