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Ryno · 05-11-2023, 05:21 PM

We know ur not a threat. Step, u’ll get exposed cuz I’m the best…
Homie the greatest run u’ll ever experience, is the blood flowing outcha chest.
Can’t hold ‘em to a high regard. Every tussle it seems like he’s tragic…
Yeah u fight for respect, but u neglected to tell us u swing like a faggot.
This battle is so insane. A trigger squeeze’ll slow this lame…
I mean if ur ahead of the poll this match, then I’ll aim it to blow ur brains.
This mack draws visitors. I’m strapped dawg, sinister…
Homie I flip bodies w/ the arms, every shot hit like a Bradshaw finisher.
U’ve got entitled swag. Pussy don’t talk w/ the best, clown…
I’ll blast the pump in ya torso. Homie NOW u can walk w/ ya chest out.
Is he sleek? No. He’s never balled out. Can’t win w/ cheap flows…
Homie ur rhymes r such a hard reach, every battle should end w/ free throws.
I contort limbs on a simp. Let’s get it crackin cuz I’m clappin for action…
The only thing takin a turn for the worst this match, is ur neck when I snap it.
One of a kind? Psh, lil homie u’ve never scorched when u rhyme…
Im burnt out on what I’ve seen from u, I’d rather put a torch in my eyes.
He ain’t a real g. Feel me? Bro his whole fantasy hardly cool…
Last time he moved bags w/ the heat blazin, was corn hole at the family bbq.
Do or die. I’m no pirate but I’ll open ur chest n collect a canny prize…
Rounds’ll fly. Got a stick on em from all sides like Seamus from Family Guy.
He’ll go flying through the air. Yeah he’s finished, ill pop tha cans…
Cuz once I flash the gun we’ll see this kid get suspended like Ja Morant.
Shits gettin grisly for kid. Try n play dead w/ me? I’ll bare caps…
Either I air straps or fold ur teeth in an instance like bear traps.
N we see he’s a fake. Challenging Ry? Guy, that was ur BIGGEST mistake…
Homie if ur the driving force of text, we hope it careens off a bridge n into a lake.
I go bonkers. Ur pathetic. Such weak spits. U lack confidence, perfection…
Bro u’ve never brought heat. Missiles LITERALLY fly ur opposite direction.
Jab master but the hooks hurt. Dudes worse. If I sock he’ll drop, bummer…
Shots thunder. Got bystanders recording every hit like compubox numbers.
Fk what ur saiyan. I’m sprayin! U can get lifted, man listen…
Bro u’ll catch two to ya dome & get displaced like it’s instant transmission.
Im from a broken home. On my own. I’m bitter so the weapon’ ll rise…
Check ‘em w/ 9’s. U’d think he’s fatherless the way this POP! Left em to die.

05-11-2023, 05:21 PM	#1
Ryno Retired Join Date: Jul 2018 Posts: 646 Battle Record: 12-10 Rep Power: 1601590	Bunch of throwaway lines and generics… We know ur not a threat. Step, u’ll get exposed cuz I’m the best… Homie the greatest run u’ll ever experience, is the blood flowing outcha chest. Can’t hold ‘em to a high regard. Every tussle it seems like he’s tragic… Yeah u fight for respect, but u neglected to tell us u swing like a faggot. This battle is so insane. A trigger squeeze’ll slow this lame… I mean if ur ahead of the poll this match, then I’ll aim it to blow ur brains. This mack draws visitors. I’m strapped dawg, sinister… Homie I flip bodies w/ the arms, every shot hit like a Bradshaw finisher. U’ve got entitled swag. Pussy don’t talk w/ the best, clown… I’ll blast the pump in ya torso. Homie NOW u can walk w/ ya chest out. Is he sleek? No. He’s never balled out. Can’t win w/ cheap flows… Homie ur rhymes r such a hard reach, every battle should end w/ free throws. I contort limbs on a simp. Let’s get it crackin cuz I’m clappin for action… The only thing takin a turn for the worst this match, is ur neck when I snap it. One of a kind? Psh, lil homie u’ve never scorched when u rhyme… Im burnt out on what I’ve seen from u, I’d rather put a torch in my eyes. He ain’t a real g. Feel me? Bro his whole fantasy hardly cool… Last time he moved bags w/ the heat blazin, was corn hole at the family bbq. Do or die. I’m no pirate but I’ll open ur chest n collect a canny prize… Rounds’ll fly. Got a stick on em from all sides like Seamus from Family Guy. He’ll go flying through the air. Yeah he’s finished, ill pop tha cans… Cuz once I flash the gun we’ll see this kid get suspended like Ja Morant. Shits gettin grisly for kid. Try n play dead w/ me? I’ll bare caps… Either I air straps or fold ur teeth in an instance like bear traps. N we see he’s a fake. Challenging Ry? Guy, that was ur BIGGEST mistake… Homie if ur the driving force of text, we hope it careens off a bridge n into a lake. I go bonkers. Ur pathetic. Such weak spits. U lack confidence, perfection… Bro u’ve never brought heat. Missiles LITERALLY fly ur opposite direction. Jab master but the hooks hurt. Dudes worse. If I sock he’ll drop, bummer… Shots thunder. Got bystanders recording every hit like compubox numbers. Fk what ur saiyan. I’m sprayin! U can get lifted, man listen… Bro u’ll catch two to ya dome & get displaced like it’s instant transmission. Im from a broken home. On my own. I’m bitter so the weapon’ ll rise… Check ‘em w/ 9’s. U’d think he’s fatherless the way this POP! Left em to die.