vote with an explanation please
DOC u killed both of the preofessorz haha
bandit do u kno what explain means?
u stupid f**k
ey da proffessor did i say i was gonna judge fo it? NO u big dumb b1tch, i just said Eryks was a killer
Sigh...I guess no challengers huh? Oh well...
So far, i think only Dr. Eryk is a contender...against me. nice lines man.
Anyway...weekend is here...I'm on the westcoast of the US...let me know if you want to battle.
damn good spit's " da proff " and " Doc " << woulldda been good to hear another verse from each but this how i tihkn it goes...
FLOW: Doc
META's: Doc
PUNCHES: Doc
CREATIVITY:Doc ( " I'll drop a grenade in Ur coffin, just to give da professor a boom box " << LMAO gave me a chuckle ")
MULTIES: Da Proff
STRUCTURE:NONE! BOTH WERE **** NO OFFENSE
ENJOYMENT: BOTH.BUT DOC'S MADE ME LAUGH
VOTE: yo as much as this battle seemed 1 sided and the votes pretty much go all to Doc near enough, voting was pretty hard.....and if this isn't exlpained enough for you just tell me yeah and i'll quote each bars etc: but Doc's got my vote on this 1 but major props " Da Proffesser ".....peace u 2
omdz iv'e noticed pretty all of you bumlick Dr.Eryk clean...damn get da fu*k over urselves...its the NET!!!...would any of you's like a spoon with that?? lmao
yo sry man i was at ma friends place
You in the ring with a thing, not a man And what I bring is shots to the body That'll make a fool sing, soprano Fall setter, ain't nuttin better Massive concussion, career over, no discussion Both eyes closed, broke nose, cheeks swole You can't see, vision like a peep ho This ain't no slug-fest or exhibition It's a disaster, cold, beat-down, tragic massacre Call in the doctor He's been rocked and socked-up Call the police, the champ's insane and oughta be locked up Pay-per-viewers have to try to not to light the whole block up He's hurt and he's wobbling and he can't keep his things up He's gettin banged up Uppercuts, overhead right, short left jab Right into a change up Big thing, he's down and canvas smell like dirt, don't it? El Cool Magnifico crush all weak opponent.
When I crush your face it feels like a tonne of bricks After the standin eight head to your corner to sit Manager screamin at you.It don't matter cos he walked dead into by bisteses Don't get mad cos you lost to the top of the listeds I'm sick, cold with the work, demented and viscious Plus I'm pretty so the ring girls be blowin me kissess
I'm gunna hit you with these boulders Servin you from the shoulders Step into the range of my blows and get rolled up Folded-up wit your snot-box leakin on ya Hold 'im up so I can put bangs and bings on ya You see two of me, don't ya? From the series of punches To your dome and your kidneys Should'a did you some crunches I throw thangs in bunches Got me grabbin and punkin now Tryina knock the grill up out your mouth
One Never ends
I'll battle u dawg, 2 rounds hit me back if u accept
