round 1-
MC-I'll throw more hooks at ya dome then a fisherman
only time you spout fresh rhymes is when you do the dishes man,
I'm on point like the tip of a needle, you can't stop me
it'll be like trouble when I pop ya oversized lid G
Ice-oversized lid? it matches ur oversized face,
and there aint no contest when i jump in the place,
cuz when i'm on stage, i'm the high flyin ace,
u nothin but a waste of empty space
round 2
MC-I'll lyrically dissect you, and expect to catch a beat down with the tech dude,
cause' when I fill ya will bullets, you'll be shittin' out shells to
Punchlines turn this white boy to a talcum powder pile
and like duracell, I got enough energy to walk a power mile
Ice-u way out of ur league, tryin to take on me,
who do u think u are, f*ckin hercules?
my rhymes weigh u down like a ton of bricks,
u can't touch my style, now bend over and take ur licks
round 3
MC-I'll drop lyrical bombs, the mystical gongs are rung whenever I stab ya with the devils typical prongs. You singing miracle songs like a Christian pussy when I speak my conditions loosely you'll be reeling like a bitch made wussy
Ice-u got nothin to fall back on, cuz ur on the lowest possible level,
that's why when i beat u down with this mic, i charge like 'all ahead full'
and ram into u with the most incredible, rhymes u'll revel,
in my lyrical devils, i'm ahead of u, face it, u lost this battle
round 4
MC- I'll dismantle your mandible with punchlines suitable to shake foundations
I pound nations with ground stations filled with toxic lyrical basins
John, you can't see me, I'll free thee, when I end your life G
the strife makes you cry, tears in your eye, that I wipe off with my knife G
Ice-u livin in a fantasy world, thinkin u can take on my lyrics,
i aint hearin it, u delerious, and u need some serious psychological help,
u gonna get killed from these rhyme's i've dealt,
u've failed, all ur attempts to attack me went to no avail, and i know it was supposed to be four lines, oh well, i blew out the scale. and widened the trail, now ur starin at my tail, only one of us will prevail...
round 5
MC-Your Dr Suess rhymes are true lines of pure shit, I cure it with a dose of a lyrical sure hit, I'm the all see lyrical communicating through spiritual visuals enunciating digital linguistic material, more organic then cereal, more lethal then a killer that's serial, I'm the deity imperial, for real though, you've messed with the best, get slaughtered like the rest of the breast chested bitches.
Ice-u think that was fly? in this mortal kombat, i'm gonna finish u. turn u into lyrical soup. u nuthin but a puddle, i make it rain. and i got more fire than an open tank of propane
with a match put to it, u could never move units, sure u could make a few hits, but my rhymes can smother massechussets, and can be used for other uses, so before i lose it, i'm gonna end it, leaving u clueless
btw, anonymous is from massechusets.
decide who u think one the battle. break it down round by round
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