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stir up some ghosts of your past, nigga!!

yo', son, don't come incorrect 'cause I'm known to damage a coward
who the eff let you grab a mic--the fuck is this? amateur hour
I'll shove the mic down your mouth first grab ya stomach--turn ya outwards,
only thing the judges bringin' you for round one is some funeral flowers

best of two, the only two rounds that's gonna see you is your number of votes (00),
testify that I'm the second comin', remember your under the oath
if you utter a note, of falsehood, you gettin' slit under the throat
after I light ya up for shock therapy with about ten hundred volts
who got necks, I do--like the boston strangler in a juggular hold

who gonna stop me, you?? don't have a chance in hell if you're not me
'cause I run through ho's (hose) like you like some tears in cheap stockings
split your corpse in two like the blade of a master swordsman at mach speed
I'm feelin' generous today, so after round one I'll drop ya off at ya autopsy

the economy's in dire straits, and ya life got too expensive to keep you--you just got laid off
so if you want me to hear your verse, dial-up whoopi goldberg spiritual medium for a seance
I gets surgical with mine--somebody call a doctor? verses are man slaughter, my words get homicidal
I give you props for even tryin'a get back at me 'cause word on the streets is you's dead on a rival (yours truly)

these two are just to let you know what's up!!!

I throw down in my raps, consider 'em lyrical judo, your whole thought process been spotted, we know ya intellect is pseudo
transform into your alterego, you better call out tetsuo--bring yourself and that li'l bitch--just in time for your fun'rul!!

THAT VERSE IS HOT LIKE SOLAR, NIGGA!!!

yo', the first L is free, daddy!

judges if you don't get my punches and sick sick wordplay without all the grammatical emphasis, bold print, caps, and cliff's notes--you's a dumb bitch...

anybody know a good remedy for gettin' blood out your clothes?!? I don't wanna get hemmed up by the laws 'cause I was stupid and didn't wash my OJ gloves

Lmao! Them some long ass lines. I'ma get on this real soon. Lmao!

lmao? post a verse.

haters comin out the blue to diss me, What is this?,
n' Westwords, mind ya fuckin' business, some bitches!
the verse comes together like some stitches, a microphone fiend
if I can't touch one I get the twitches
a giant lookin down on little mi-dgets,
tryin not to crush yall, s' how I feel every time I kick shit
and this cat's a dip shit tryin to match wits with
you a dissappointment to the chics like a limp dick
tsk, tsk, Judgment Day, pleadin' to the judge:
"I know my punchlines suck but show a LITTLE love"
disponin of this so-called 'ghost from my past'
containment unit quarantine, air tight shaft
on my Ghost Buster shit 'cept I BUST yo fuckin ass
pay attention when in class, I'm just showin you the math-
bashin on this fag, put his ego in a cast
split 'em with a lyric, give his spirit free at last
it'll float till many hours pass since the Aire is Vast
when he get to heaven god'll tell 'em that his shit is trash...

"who got necks, I do--like the boston strangler in a juggular hold"
Isn't that a binary star line?

Vote - Catch, easy.

Vote, Judgement Day. Catch Phrase had a verse that made me cringe and reach for a doggie bag.

CAtch you could've ate that verse up but you chose to just take a lil nibble instead.

InHuman gets this on the strength of some quality wordplay.

InHuman rnd 1

Guess I shoulda wrote a novel. Inhuman, LONG time no see!

Catch,

write a novel--GET OUTTA HERE with that spite! You don't want me to touch you up there. you know it's all heart, daddy.

I tried to keep it low key so that way votes would be swayed by content and no political influence...

thanks to TDW though, ain't no thang!!

Your hooker ass needs to hit me up AIM styles: Human Tampawn

we gonna go another round or you gonna keep it DOA?

Oh, you KNOW me better than that. Three rounds all day. Thas how we used to do it, ain't it? I'll drop soon...

I'd say JD got this one....more sting in his verse

I know I'm much sicker
encourage a lot of quitters-
a doggy bag for Vodka who can't handle his liquor
fibrillator shock to ya chest stoppin ya ticker
Judgment Day, I'm Jonathan Connor, u get the picture?
send your soul to Hell in a handbasket of wicker
not only a player....I start the game like a kicker
so act quicker, that or get battered and smacked, nigga,
-kidnapped and tossed in the trunk of a Ac Vigor,
you'll get Pierced or shot in the leg, was Plax witcha?
the reason why ya momma is sore and your dad's bitter
a wack spitter, pussy in hiding, and that figures, heart pumpin
kool-aid, I pour it in that pitcher
your style, it lacks something, your patterns are lackadaisical
u lack emphasis within those run-on sentences this is the last time I'm tellin u
u ain't nice
Stalk the members on this site so I can charge 'em a price
watch me chokin on his neck like it's a mic device,
shit, I wanna die to see if I'm as nice as christ
so I'm the only one thats ill enough to write this, right?
infinite: Went to pi (3.1416) and fuckin cut me a slice,
oh....and by the way, homey: U ain't nice,
I HAD to say it twice just outta "spite"......
name the spot, fag, n' we can fight toNIGHT
fuckin show you what this right feel like....FUCK you

How bout I AIM ya momma


-Catch

you stupid son/ christmas come/ but once/ a year--must've been bad 'cause you got no presence//
you's a dumb fuck with dumb luck tryin' testa legend//
get dafter and peep my swagger// since you lack a gift to give, I know you not a w{rapper}
hip-hop don't need no pretenders and it damn sure don't need no actors//
you's an idiot, all about your form and length?? better act like you know what a battle is/
'cause you fuckin' with some unknowns, recipe for disaster and I'm the final catalyst//
bring back Thought Process 'cause that's what I wipe my ass with/
but had to quit/ 'cause now I only let things touch me if they immaculate//
you fucked up, dawg--this the end of ya pedigree, fuckin' you?? my pleasure, B/
"lackadaisical" that a typo on your lettering? good thing this ain't a fuckin' spellin' bee//
next time you wanna try a new word out, why'on't you learn how to spell it first??/
you's a hip-hop mettler goin' up against a developer//
worried about how your verse look, oughta holla/ at america's next top model/
I heard thanksgiving ain't the only time of year that you like to COCK gobble//
talkin' about how sick you is/ PLEASE!! I'll fuck YOU, YOUR CREW and that miss you with/
you couldn't spit sick with allergies, fuckin' with a nigga that's promiscuous//
if that's a free style--I hope it ain't too late to give it back to the owner/
why you always tryin'a get your opponents girls? why don't you put in you own work//
you probably the lonely stay at home type with a face only a mother could love/
lonely mufukka sippin' a SPRITE?? in the corner o' the club//
I know you asked santa for some skills and your very first microphone/
I asked santa for you to quit abusing free speech and to please leave the mic alone/
next time you hug your mother, inhale deep--that's my cologne/
I'm fuckin' done with you son, somebody unplug his EKG, tired of hearin' that dial tone//
you might could rhyme but you lack swagger, ACCEPT THAT/
stop callin' me Judgment Day, get used to callin' me STEP DAD!!



I hate eating emcees like you--empty calories...




took you five days for that garbage and five minutes for me to shut it down...

HOLLA AT AMERICA'S NEXT TOP MODEL, SHARON!!

learn how to spell it first

That's the kinda battle's we used to get...
Quality from both. I aint voting either way yet cause I know you both and don't wanna sway anything. lol
Shit makes me excited.

you neutral ass, judas mufukka...

I know you don't wanna vote 'cause you don't wanna hurt your best friend's feelings...it's ah'ight though, I ain't mad at that.

I told ya son. Imma get in that ass real soon. lol

U might wanna check your sources before you correct me on my spelling. Thas what Google is for.