62342, RE: Come Battle Me...I'll beat all you bitzes yo! Posted by Morehouse, Wed Dec-06-06 11:32 AM
>i kick emcees like a soccor ball >when you go in between the poles >they say goaaal! > >i write my rhymes on a yellow napkin. >and then i pretend like nothin happens. > >yo, i'll make you look dumb and sad >you wish that i was your dad >so don't get mad, get glad >like the plastic bags >oh, what you mad? >you smelly like your pussy is on the rag.
really fam?... if this is what you have, you need not call out anyone
"i kick emcees like a soccer ball" is that what's hot in the streets? you must be like 12
emcees in here will end your hopes of even looking at a pen again.
i don't even battle but i may do it just to make a point.
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myself is sculptor of your body’s idiom: the musician of your wrists; the poet who is afraid only to mistranslate a rhythm in your hair... -E.E. Cummings
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