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One week from today to post. First to three votes wins this round.

Votes MUST be explained. Good luck gentleman.

Just put the mic down, it's now my turn to wreck//
Why you 'choke your chicken' mo then 'Homer chokes Bart's neck'?//
I raise heck, I mean hell, and you just can not stop it//
My skills like a 'Guiness Record', you just cannot top it//
Drop it, and on to the next topic of discussion//
My Navi is 'Rated R' cuz all the speakers 'Cussin'//
Cousin, I 'Mix it up, mo then 'Fruits in a blenda'//
Your wallets lookin empty like Vanilla Ice's agenda//
My shows? I get 'Booked' in 'T'housands, you can call me 'Booker T'//
Can you dig that? SUCKAAAAA!! Cause ya girl is diggin me//
Move B!tch! Get out the way, no need to be polite!//
Cuz my bank roll, see mo "O's", then that girl - Vanna White//
I'm fly, Like a tool guy, I use 'Nuts' to 'Screw' with//
I'm mo 'Flyer' then the guy who operates the 'Good Year Blimp'//
Man I'm pimp, like 'Samuel L Jackson' I gotta long 'Shaft'//
I'm so pimpin, got mo 'Hoes' then a 'WNBA Draft'//
Man I 'blast off' like 'rockets', you can say I'm 'Full Throttle'//
Ya Weak, I can see right through ya like an 'Ozorka Water bottle'//
Man I'm 'rugged' like 'cliff rocks', or glocks that buss shots//
You all a 'waste of time' like 'dumpsters filled with broke clocks'//
Cuz I pop - non stop, or until - you drop//
I 'dove' in tha undeground, like a 'belly' - you 'flopped'//
I'm hard, call me 'Matt Hardy' - Cause I'm a 'Twist of Fate'//
I'm harder then 'head bustas yellin at kids' on 'Scared Straight'//
I'm tho'ed, 'flush tha comode', cuz your 'sh!t'? It ain't great//
I'm mo Tho'ed, then a ball of 'bills', thrown by - 'Bill gates'//
Like a 'Blind Date', I leave these cats 'nervous and worried'//
If you dead? Call me 'GhostBusta' like 'Dan Akroyd and Bill Murrey'//
Surely, you can keep me awake long enough to hear you//
Cuz ya rhymes are far too boring for any man to fear you//
Call me 'BirthDay', Cuz every days like a 'Party' Yall//
I got mo Ice chains, then gurls got 'Beads' on 'Mardi Gras'//
I spit out these rhymes 'quicker' then a 'Fed-Ex Mail'//
MY dick is like 'Rap Magazines', My 'Source' is 'XXL'//
Hell, Ya struggle with rhymes, like 'models' and 'eating disorders'//
Well, I get mo broads, then 'Wetbacks' tryin to 'cross the boarder'//
Hola! Ay Comprende! Tengo Mucho denero//
You touch my money? It ain't funny, you'll be as 'Stiff' as a 'scarecrow'//
Got it? Bootleggin offense, now ya under arrest//
You bout as fresh as a dead man with a hole in his chest//
Cuz he started mess, all callin himself the best//
But aren't I the greatest around? why yes, I confess//
Man, I'm juss too good, so here's somethin to remember//
As long as I'm in this game, there'll never be no other contender [:hat]

Holla!.......~1~

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