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Aight son NO rules not for real real just for play play. Gotta put da fun back in this s**t aaaaaight let's go....... worm drop first

sry for the late reply. Had a lot, and a LOT of work to do. But at least I did it.

yo yo yo yo, my *****
I'm so fly like the sky I'm a bright *****
my pants so low I'm the flyiest b***h *****
I hold the water pistol and pull the trigga
why because I'm a rappin a** *****
I will kill you, you stupid nincompoop
I will fart on you and make you smell like poop
I will make you say der it is whoop
or whoop der it is
fo shiz I run this hiz
so pull up to my cribz
and we gon eat cheese wiz
so fo rizzle my nizzle let fizzle the hizzles
so fo real my ***** lets ******** these hoes
this s**t is gangsta and nobody knows
so whats the dizzle I make the grill sizzle
and make my swagga all the shnizzle

Beat that biaaatch! xd

You got good aim like Elma, but have no back-up lyric shot/
might as well but the pen down, and retire like when 50 stopped sellin' pot/
you have been ridin' the flow down you're ghetto fantasy, while I'm ridin' my own d***/
Beatin' the sh** outta fake rappers like a fixed boxin' match, I got all the skill trick/
see this sh**, this ain't no game because this mood all changed with rage/
I pick you off and tear you mother fu**in' roof off like two dogs caged/
you're security is breached, and the army is chargin' down/
after this battle, guess who be wearin your golden crown/
I had just beat you, why? 1, you just came back on this bi***, you got no genius on it/
see, I ain't cuttin' you no slack, you just a weak opponent/
yo Jay, if I was you, I would be scared of me like the Game scared of 50/
pullin out Uzi and machine guns blowin' you off, while you your rhymes just lookin pretty/
while I'll be here, tryin' to get some rhymes for a track/
but you boyz are gettin' me impatient doin' challenges wit me like I'm E-Z Jack/
my freestyles some crazy sh**, more like blazin' hot/
see I'm the next best thing next to 50 and Pac/
since you a slow-a** kid, I'll say this sh** slow so you don't miss it/
don't be a sitistic, don't mess wit me, and stay in your district/
I'm tired of you showin' the world how you goin' to shine/
while you can't even beat me, and you already commiting a crime/
I'm like Em in freestyle, choke on first, but won in the second round/
you can't penetrate my rhyming wall, my bricks are all perfectly bound/

Fifty's fan boy is just re-using his own lines, and most of the time his grammatical error cause his lines to make no sense at all.

Mak, FiF, chill aight, both of ya.

uh geah yeah YO!
I see you havin a hard time keepin my name out ya mouth too
Well here's what you can do you, Mak and anybody else that got a issue and wanna shoot a missle
First get my c** off ya mouth here's a tissue ain't really tryna diss you (NAW) i rather rip threw ya bone grissle
Shoot two watch it split ya crew halotips hissle and slit you but naw ya'll don't deserve da pistol
So i reserved a whistle that be da flow official that i blow on ya'll slow enough ta miss but kiss you
Have ya b***h a** playin catch a kiss instead ov a chick ya lips be wraped around da tip ov my four fif
Get a grip and right now stop what fire you got? son bout two seconds away from ya top gettin pushed back like a reversel top
Universal pop watch him drop slump in da trash laugh then dash fast his a** u'll be lucky if he come outta this battle in a full body cast
Compared ta yours my flows are way past your lyrical context wit a stash i harass sets flex teks longer than garaff necks
Blast bets mash reps and flash screps wit 2 heaters on a** betters gettin em open wider than two seaters
Dynasty who beat us? step two meters i'll have ya a** runnin faster than cheetahs when im gunnin
Flow tighter than wife beeters at trife meters not another ill as me peel lyrically and have kids defyin gravity
Illmaticly i bust back tacticly rapidly sad ta see ya'll illin over 1 me could it be gradually JAY da baddest MC.
Well aparently but naw i don't wan't that title you take it, it's only makin it easier ta be homicidal
Very vital JAY'S Company's for slayin so called MC's wit da gift i got a clip for evey diss that you kick
Got a halotip for every riff that you let out ya lip and for this s**t ya biggest slip
Lets try a trick lets see if you can grip a hail ov rapid bullets flip from da automatic spit ov my four fif. what... ********.....

And what rappers exactly are you talkin bout cause any body after me already walkin out
I'll pull da hawkin out bust down ya unchalkin clout you already know what im about yet still you ain't rerout so now ima pull a drout
See my raps was rainin and still reignin now ain't noway you gonna be gainin da crown not while im around
So ima talk about a pound and flush ya s**t down da sound is real simple just a boom at ya tomb one in ya temple and two in to you
Gettin deep like a dimple rippin threw ya tissue bone and grissle heat seekin missle meet da beef beatin pistol
Leakin here's a tissue not really tryna diss you ima keep this delirously fun and games but im seriously tired ov playin wit ya'll lames
Got him sweatin like a sonor cause he know damn well it should be a honor for him ta even say my names
Wether it be FIFTY or JAY still da same its a privalidge anyway speakin it anyday don't wanna come in greetin
In any meetin any way im leavin you leakin if its a beatin you seekin we can get it on like a old Kung Fu ******** da four fif and automatic clip i'll come fully equiped for ya click wit tactic ninja sticks that sticks ya whole hord
Wit 1# sword da lyrical avenger lord when that's geetin me bord get in actuality all factuality tord and kill ya'll wit a gord fatality
His mentality gettin rattlely you better scadattle B you can't battle me see sorry ain't no way you gettin past im in a higher class
You in a lyrical cast keepin you in last wit ya every blast in a dash like flash i stashed and trashed ya sass fast
Tryna mash but you in da wrong task this a** couldn't get past my past imk stickin you wit no mask in this dance
Son couldn't put me down in da grass if i gave him da chance so kid pull up ya pants tighten ya belt
Only way you gonna lyrically inhance is if you gettin frighten and ask Mak for help don't mean ta hurt those feelins you felt
But come on lets be truthfull ta self his s**t couldn't save you if you had on a saftey belt my flow is crazy felt
By lots ov niggaz that squeeze triggas breeze figgaz so pleaze wigga stop it my flow you'll never be able ta top it
My s**t is a hot topic yourz is a flop profit mine as well drop it JAY got da highest score tightest rhymes galore flyest before "Valore"
Pactin raw so what you actin for you need ta practice more somebody get this lil kid for i crack his ******** OUTTA HERE

Aye thats it son we done been goin at it long enough NO MORE VERSES cause ain't nobody even votin so that's it...