theprofessor wrote:everone who has a rightful say in judgeing who is a better writer judge this battle
ps: to hitman aka talk to much aka bich aka shut the fuk up you punk ass bich you cant win
each letter in my metaphors
are better-then-yours
my multies are like peirceing your sweater with ten-swords
what are you getting tense-for
i can sense-your
fear you cant censor-me
my rhymes cripple your sensory
every time i ripple the century
its like the mic was meant-for-me
mentally rip your denture's-ree
dentally sent your teeth-flying
down your throat now you cant breathe-dieing
and for some reason you cant believe id-win
went I bust raps emcee's fall in to hideing
carrying the trident of Poseidon
With it I recreated your origin
replaced your organs
with an orphans
endorphins morphing to a state past-mutated
in the past-you-hated
I even think you-stated I was a biter
Bich you masterbated with a lighter
Just to call the fire fighter to rescue-you
Flesh-n-pubs-blue
From the epidermis-singed
Cyanide filled ,man you earned-this-seringe
Throw you in a furnace as you burn I win
Ashes throwin in an urn of tin
Hitman is my home towns amateur-hockey-team
So why's this amateur takin-to-me
thanks for reading peace
fuk off bitch, or else your feel my metel,
i can tell your strugglin worse than a fat kid on a bike pedel!
yo **** sucks and i called you out ages ago,
i'll lock all your limbs up and put them in cages although,
messin with me bitch, damn you got nerve,
But you scared 'Cuz you know i'll kick your ass to the curve,
ying yang crew goin ta bring yo ass down,
beat you up, steal yo car, and you didn't make a sound,
you didn't have time, before you sighed, then we struck,
we goin to beat you up for 3 hours before gettin in the getaway truck,
if there was a job for a hoe, then you would be hired,
you tryin to fight me, bitch you better be wired,
cuz no one goin to save you when you walk through that door,
your big ass head causin dents on my floor,
your dissin and thats goin to make the big beast roar,
so you better watch out if you want a war,
bitch you know i'm clean, and i least i got some power,
the only way your be clean is if you finally take a shower,
stop postin, you aint the king bitch,
ying yang soldiers are,
so go work on yo raps,
instead of fukin men in the bar,
Yo rhymes and your family lookin like toxic,
when you step on stones; yo face gets the rocks sick,
boy you aint a legend here, you just a coke sniffin bitch,
you broke as ****, and i'm filthy ritch,
i got better things to do other than talk to hoes,
i see you cryin, then you try and get the poe poe,
i don't give a ****, you dirty fuckin hobo.
**** YOU!