Alright it's off, i'll spit first. 16 lines, no hate and no hate votes. This ain't personal to you -hotfire-, hope you understand.
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I'll battle you so hard you'll be fumbling, rushed
Raps coming out of your mouth, your nerves getting to you, crumbling much?
It turns into a big scrap and rolls around, till we a ball of tumbling dust
All that you do is spit like you tough, but it's just
A big fat lie, all you do is spit fucking mush
But it ain't all bad, maybe if you lucky enough
You might get a good rhyme if you start toughening up
On your rhymes, like me, i spend ages stuffing this stuff
Into a Wordfile incase i post and check and see that nothing is up
Yeah, you can think that i am bluffing this but
I'm not, if i battle the earth comes out of it's slumber, erupts
That's why when i get pissed, hurricanes kill hundreds of ducks
If you believe that then you can't diss me, you must be thick, so don't start huffing or puff-
-ing, you'd rap better if you grabbed your tongue and started shutting it up!
And this must really suck, cause i've been rushing, it's rushed
But still, let's see you come back from THAT! (I bet he starts fucking it up!)
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