Highlights:

Sikstyle...wasn't too many for you, doggie. Punches were decent but not spectac...and the gay metaphors kinda detracted. That's kinda the easiest battle tactic, bredren. Still...you had a few...

fuck him up in Philly so-bad his-mom'll get-scared
she'll make him pack his bags and send him-out to Bel-Air

*cute*

I'm scentless, ya fowlish rhymes is hittin me flagrant,
ya spits is pretty shitty in more meanings than frangrance

Your best line in the battle...way to end strong.

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Whateva...what won it for you was your cadence. You started off decent, but I wasn't really riding with you until mid-verse. You seemed to pick up steam as you went along...always a plus.

Faves...

I'm sick wit this cold shower shivering shit
solitary confinement thought delivering wit
I spit like a surgeon operates, words populate
rumors multiply so all my wins propagate

*Sick...SICK wordplay! I pride myself on doing shit like that...but you even aced me on these 2 couplets.*

I'm a battle cat nigga you's a pettable kitten
I got pinky size verses that will leave you bed ridden
I leave mics hot, and after, peddle oven mittens

*nice metaphors in these 3*

good battle to both.