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Post by True Essence on Nov 17, 2006 22:36:54 GMT -5
Lines: 0-20
Points For Win: Decided By Judge
Cussing: Allowed
Who Goes First: Me
Judges: anth
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Post by True Essence on Nov 17, 2006 22:53:19 GMT -5
I feel blessed, to be in the position that Converse got me//
Smack ya bitch around with my stick, she call me big Papi//
I run the shit, im the govener,call me George Pataki//
Blow for blow, toe to toe, I'm the toughest, call me Rocky//
Cats like you never learn when to hush ya mouth and stop the talking//
I might just have to zip ya mouth like a michael jackson jacket//
And before I zip, Ima serve ya ass something new like a tennis raquet//
I heard you hiding something in the closet, you little faggot//
Make sure when this battle is over, you remember the name//
And I aint talking bout' Natesbury126, dont remember my aim//
Just remember True Essence, the cat that spit at yo dame//
YOu better dash around me because when I'm done with yo' dame//
You gonna be a pawn in my world bitch, like a chess game//
And even though ties are even between 50 and the game//
You still a bitch, 23 dudes on PHL and you the one and only mamye//
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Post by cwizz on Nov 17, 2006 23:19:21 GMT -5
Your flow was weak like Kobe's attorney. //
When I finish with you, they won't need a gourney. //
The lunchline is more entertaining than your punchlines. //
They hit like Shamrock did Ortiz, if you ain't know, Tito won the fight. //
Learn to write better, your lines are as fluid as gravel. //
I'd be more worried if you brought a spoon to a gun battle. //
Ain't got a girl, but you can fuck my ex easy. //
Have fun gettin' rid of those STD's. //
Organizing berettes* is the only time you stackin' clips. //
Forget grabbin' the mic, use your talent and grab some dick. //
If you got a strap, its unused, like your rap skills. //
Challenging me? You missed the memo. Crack kills. //
You must be smokin' rocks, to think you can compete with me. //
My flows are so fire, I blast you in your house and heat the street. //
You are so BITCH, a weiner dog ass raped you. //
So childish, a priest sits in your shower to tape you. //
You love cock so much, if I was british I'd smoke you. //
No need to strangle, I just get people to watch to choke you. //
Next time you ask me, you'll need a lot mo' help. //
You'll do what I tell your girl, just break yo self. //
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Post by jcrew06 on Nov 17, 2006 23:56:15 GMT -5
TE, How much shit you want us to call you, how about I call you "Lucky"...you should know Why I'm callin you that, Right Lucky?
How did this guy beat me, don't quit ya day job
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Post by True Essence on Nov 18, 2006 12:57:41 GMT -5
That was the point of the verse, I'm so sick I can be called multiple things. Ya' name is J Bitch.
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Post by cwizz on Nov 18, 2006 15:13:07 GMT -5
Grade Please ?
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Post by True Essence on Nov 18, 2006 15:17:47 GMT -5
If it were up to me, C Wizz would get 1-3 points. I stunk up the joint, I won't lie but your verses didnt hurt much.
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Post by anth on Nov 18, 2006 15:35:02 GMT -5
Both of yall honestly stunk up the joint to be honest. Both yalls disses were weak. I expected alot more from the both of yall. I'ma give this to TE only cuz his flow was nice
Winner: True Essence
True Essence receives 3 points
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