02-02-2013, 06:28 PM | #1 |
Senior Citizen
Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,871
Battle Record: 4-3
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East Round 3: 1. L-Evasion vs 12. Espionage
L-Evasion:
Yo, you look dumb as shit… It’s true that you love.. when the dick moves in ya butt You like the ‘stick shift’, but you’ll never come through in the ‘clutch’ You’ll lose when it’s judged.. forced to defeat, this whore is to leave I gave you a pink ‘slip’, and you wore it to sleep Warring with me? Trust me kid, I’m nothin you’re fuckin with I know where you draw the line, it’s on your upper lip Espi’s sucking dick and eating ass.. in the need of cash The eyeliner’s in ya pocket, it’s where you keep your ‘stache/stash Peep the facts: Your style isn’t hot. A freestyler? He’s not. The only time you throw out paper, is when you’re tryna beat rock You’ll die on the spot as I blast away, you don’t have to wait My downfall will take as long as this kid did to graduate A faggot with half a brain, This battle? I’m winning here I took a stroll in Espi’s mind… and I was in the clear Instilling fear?...well, If I’m not, this hot saw should And I’m hating ya album…just to ‘knock on’ wood This block head should say goodbye, or better yet..maybe why he tilted his head to the side to hide that lazy eye You’re crazy guy, You lost it, I’m not claiming your weird Why keep ya chin up when you have a shit stain for a beard Look at ya chain in the mirror, nigga, you’re on some fag shit And with the flash, ya earring would shine if it wasn’t plastic I’m detaching ya head…and the caldron is it’s spot I don’t plan on wagering with you…but I’ll throw it in the pot I don’t see why ya writing, or even squeezing a mic, kid Without rhyme or reason, or a reason for rhyming I’m eating this spy bitch, he’s been poor most of his life I will toss you some ‘scraps’, but I won’t throw the fight Taking his faggot pic is the way to embarrass him Espi, just look at my skin … ya pale in comparison I’m nailing this average kid for even tryin to rap I can beat you single handedly with both arms tied behind my back I’m on the finals track..you wanna come? After you get a loss You can be ON my dick…But trust me.. You’d be better off I’ve said it all, Kid you suck...so what do you rap for? We can be friends, you scratch my back and I’ll stab yours -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Espionage: handle this? my manuscript's authored to cripple in mm's L is like basketballs,when he sees hardwood he dribbles u arent good a little,this battle will be ur last stance juss cuz u duplicated dude's style doesnt mean you'll advance espi's the comeback kid,last 2 rounds,got behind and i pulled it out L-E's the cumback kid,after few pounds,from behind and guy pulled it out bullshit clout,fake reps dont make best,were the seedings fair sime? u gave a #1 seed to a weak 12yr old with a receding hairline the stairclimb, aGG and J,i took dem guys down,u'll be next to bitch and whine clown dont 'look surprised' now,i guess u couldnt anyways,since u have no eyebrows im goin atleast five rounds, whether its this tourney or streets u look corny to me,dark azz webster look alike, but in formal E.T. id give yuh two swollen eyes,but i see thats how they normally be southpaw punches to yuh skin's the only time im left in the dark ur the blackest muthaphucka ive seen,u even blend with the font fuckit... no net beef,heard some audios,u cant even flow to a set beat it's a shame u came to the 'big dance' with two left feet espi's the best B, i'll level wits of this nemesis til u have stars around your head like emmit smith ur juss a bitch,joe peshi style im autographin foes have u breathin thru plastic like janet jacksons nose ur wack in prose,with outlandish pride,UA whyd yall gas this guy ask stifler,ur style's felt in the same way as apple pie pussy azz nigga,all yuh shitz the same,u got the blandest form ive seen many of yuh 'drops' and dogg they're just cans of corn in March Madness L E's broadcasting just got pre-empted ur tourney run was on a sportschannel dogg....ESP N'ed it muthaphucka! |
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