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LIT-MATCH versus Nine~1~Won


LIT-MATCH
U BEEN WAITIN ON *LIT-MATCH*// BUT U KNOW DAT I *SPIT-CRACK*// SO *GET-BACK*// BEFORE DAT *CLIP-CLAP*// AND U HAVE TO GET YA *SHIT-WRAPPED*// DIS A *MISS-MATCH*// CUZ I STAY WIT A *BIG-GAT*// I SEND SOA TO WHERE U *LIVE-AT*// AND GET DIS LIL *TWIG-SNAPPED*// AND DIS *IS-FACTS*// HOLLOWS HIT YA STOMACH AND MAKE YA *RIBS-CRACK*// U DONT SPIT FIRE U JUST NEED A *TIC-TAC*// IM *POURIN-DA-FLAMES*// *SCORIN-YA-DAME*// AND *BALLIN-INSAIN*// RIP DIS NIGGA AND HAVE HIM *CALLIN-HIS-NAME*// WE SPITTIN ON *ANYONE*// WE PACK HEAT LIKE A *MINI-SUN*// AND IF U THINK YA VERSE WILL HELP YA'LL WIN U SIPPIN TO MUCH *HENNY-SON*// I EAT DA BEEF SO HURRY UP AND *SEND-ME-SOME*// I'LL PUT DA FIRST SHOT IN YA MOUTH LIKE U JUST TURNED *TWENTY-ONE*//

Nine~1~Won
I'ma CAUSE-DIS-LIAR to FALL-RETIRED, u jus a "lil match", u ain't "big enough" to "START-A-FIRE"// I EAT-WIT-DEM-FLAMERS, yo HEAT-I-CONTAIN-QUICK, i'll "bend dis match n half" & FEED-U-THA-STAINLESS S.O.A. NEEDS-U-2-SUSTAIN-DIS, but i'ma LEAVE-U-JUST-BRAINLESS// to me ya lyrics is FUCKIN-WACK, nigga u ain't BUSTIN-JACK, i'll have tha "K-47" put a "A to ya forehead" like a "USHER-CAP"//I'm crazy nigga, my WORLD-ON-SOME-CRACK, want beef? I'ma hit this "GIRL-FROM-THA-BACK", bitch u look more like a SQUIRREL-WIT-A-HAT//I'm bringin a war, SHOW-HIM-OUT-BERETTAS, & see how many people u "spittin on" after I SEW-YA-MOUTH-TOGETHER//Its S.U.B. bitch, we STRAIGHT-UP-BEEFIN, shittin on u little guys cuz we HATE-ALL-WEAKLINS// Someone dialed..........Nine~1~Won? S.U.B. BITCH

SNOOPAC versus KaTaKlizMiK


SNOOPAC
U GOT A GOOD FLOW AND IM ABOUT TO SPOIL IT///U RE-USE UR RYHMES MORE THAN PPL USE PUBLIC TOILETS!(EXPOSED)///U AINT SHIT I DONT KNO A FUCK ABOUT U///THIS ONLY THE SECOND LINE AND I ALREADY FORGOT THE NAME OF UR CREW(FOR REAL)///SPITTIN ON ASSHOLES THATS WAT WE USUALLY DO///SO U COULD TAKE IT LIKE A BAD BITCH///MY RYHMES GOT U SCRATCHIN UR HEAD LIKE U GOT DANDRIFF///RED DOT FOR HEADSHOTS I CANT MISS///B CAREFUL WHO U BEEF WITH.... CAUSE I DONT MEAN SEX WHEN I SAY I LEAVE A MAN STIFF(HAHA)///WE SOLDIERS SO SALUTE THE TROOPS OR GET SHOOT///UR CREW SO WACK WE COULD READ A BETTER RAP FROM AN ALPHABET SOUP(HA)///DONT GET MAD AT ME CAUSE I SPIT THE TRUTH AT UR FACE///Y MAD AT ME CAUSE WE SQUEEZE TRIGGARS MORE THAN U SQUEEZE TOOTHPASTE?(PFFT)///THE BATTLES OVER/// UR CREW FULL OF POSERS U GOT CRUSHED LIKE CAN SODAS

KaTaKlizMiK
iight... this fool ~SNOO-PAC~, think he ~TU-PAC WIT HIS RHYMES~, you's a ~FOOL, NARC~ , ima let the "dogs" come out when the ~TOOLS "BARK" SHIT THIS TIME~.// Ya crew's a ~MENACE TO SOCIETY~ (yep), you better apologise to lb emceez and say ya ~PENANCE FOR PROPRIETY~.// Ima kill ya wit a ~DOPE SPIT~ got the game "sown up" like how ya momma gets ya ~CLOTHES KNIT!!~.// This ~SPIT's THE CONCLUSION~ call it the ~CLOSE SCRIPT!!~, you in ~FITS OF ILLUSION~ but ima get ya ~DOMES SPLIT!~.// My scripts on fire, check how ~HOMMES LIT!~, right now ima let it burn like usher and leave dude in a ~ZONE BLITZ~ (S.U.B, we in our zone bitch).// When im lyrically "active" im like the ~CATALYST OF RAP POTIONS~, ya like... this ~KAT-IS-SICK~, i know i ~BRAG-A-BIT WHEN I RAP WIT EMOTION~.// And you cant ~HANDLE-IT~, my crewz a river (we flowin) and you jus a tear drop in the OCEAN.// ~2-EZ~

GarageBanned versus GoT dAt fiR3


GarageBanned
u EXPIRED n FRONTIN/im a BEAST/dis COWARD wud RUN/cuz a lil FIRE aint NUTHIN wen i UNLEASH the POWER of the SUN/im takin ADVANTAGE OF U/u gon hav a TUFF DAY/me n my dudes'll "SANDWICH" U/but not in the "S.U.B.WAY"/(DAMN)u don show RESPECT/n ull be lookin 4 LITE N CHOKED/cuz my hands r like TURTLENECKS wen they TITE AROUND UR THROAT/dis kid aint ready cuz wen the PRESSURES APPLIED/his NECK WILL DIVIDE/n if he aint DEAD IN THE SKY/his CREW WILL HIDE/but he'll SUFFER/go home n kill himself/another SUICIDE IN THE SUBURBS/(OUCH!)yo THROW THIS TRASH OUT/he 2 easy 2 HANDLE/BLOW HIS ASS OUT/like a birthday CANDLE/(SURPRISE!)u aint got BLAZIN RHYMES/ur LINES r from ANCIENT TIMES/u NOT 4 REAL/ur best HOPES 2 RETIRE/cuz ur GUTS WILL SPILL/wen i "OPEN" FIRE//DAMN!

GoT dAt fiR3
yo if u guys are SPITTIN ON ANYONE// dog i be CLIPPIN YA WIT MANY GUNS// dog my FLOW IS UNBEATIBUL// dog when i get my CHROME THE GUNS WILL HEAT ON YA FOOLS//dog we MAKE THA RULEZ// dog u just a MEMBER TO A WACK ASS CREW// dog ill SEND YER to hell wit my GAT BLAST AT YOU// dog i be KNOCKIN ON YA DOORS// dog ill be POPPIN YA WIT MORE//[weppons] dog we alays STEP IN wit tha MAC STRAPPED to the WAIST//dog will get ya BLAST TO THE FACE//so plz stop because dese PUNCHLINES// u the first victime get in the FRONT LINE// the only time u PUMP THE 9// is at a GAS STATION// but are BLASTIN MAKEN// bitchez scared runnin to they PARENTS// i now dis battle aint FAIR BITCH// so dog will get ya POPPED SUN// wit r big ass SHOTGUNS// ~GOT DAT FIR3~

Scruff versus ET_AKA_ERRE TIME


Scruff
wat eva i sipt nigga, turns into a masterpiece, i coped the gold ticket, like charlie in the factory imma known nigga, plus i no nigga, thatal kill ya like u wore a crown wit red nose to ya beam, i fold ya hole team up, wit so thick cake, i can even fold my own cream up nigga know wat it is aint nutton up, but my hands 2 da movement throwin V.A. up aint nutton tucked eitha but my pockets in my jeans, my guap is alot like i pocket 3 or 4 teams i got my flo then pissin at rest spot, i am hotta then a summer wearin all black socks plus ill leave a nigga rosted on a black top, ya girl likes my strool i move like im kicked out an ya girl sucks wit no tung like a flipflop, i rained on her grill now she gots a yuk mouth

ET_AKA_ERRE TIME
what it iz my niggia what it DO// u say u spit on any1 well at any1 we SHOOT// ya'll niggiaz life gonna be gone like *POOF*// ya'll put your spit on dicks thats why we don't fuck wit YOU// yea i battling a niggia name SCRUFF he tellin his pops MCGRUFF on me b-cuz i spit forest FIRES// ima bust you open like i was a hitman for HIRE// u wanna go toe 2 toe wit tha best u lookin at him b-cuz it gets no HIGHER // u say u better ima sho you a DAMN LIAR// and ima have you feelin stupid like a SCAMMED BUYER// ima make u uncomforatable like a CRAMMED FLYER//my name razor ramon ima cut you up like you just been in tha face wit a baseball bat surrounded wit barbed WIRE// from this rap you need to RETIRE and you got no DESIRE you'll be better off singing in a CHOIR//

Yung Game versus VIDO


VIDO
I CAME THROUGH TO LET YOU KNOW WHAT VIDO IS ABOUT SON I HAVE A LOT OF PUNCHLINES I NEVER ENTER A BATTLE WITHOUT ONE AND WHEN IT COMES TO SHOWIN SKILLS VIDO GETS YOU OUT DONE THE SKILLS I POSSES ARE RARE TO FIND LIKE A GANGSTA GANGBANGIN WITHOUT GUN YOU CLEARLY DONT WANT BEEF WITH THE STRAIGHT UP BEEFIN BECAUSE WE CLAP YOUR CREW LEAVE THEM WITH FACE'S UP BLEEDIN WE TAKE OUT ANYONE WHO THINK THEY TIGHT TIGHTER THAN US AND THEIR BLOOD WILL KEEP ON SPILLIN. WE BRINGIN' TERROR TO YOUR CREW EVEN GEORGE.W BUSH CANNOT STOP US WE KEEP ON KILLIN

Yung Game
Yung Game on dis shite m reppin S-O-A// dis bitch ass VIDO soon gon be M-I-A// im nyc on a freestyle but imma kill u on a diss// bitch u a dick ridin faggot get da fuck off ma dick// u a pussy im a playa im all up in da majors// u tryna rap hard but lil homie u still a faker// get real homie im da realest as dey come// i can slay u on dis flow but m here to have sum fun// ma bars will straight kill ya i dnt even need a gun// u cant even rhyme ye words muthafucka u noe u dumb// i be all up in dis shite txt battlin nw ma fingers all numb// nw u tryna get near straight dudes damn bitch u a cunt// step back muthafuka before i take a punch// ill knock ur punk ass 6 feet down in a ditch// homie u aint even on ma level to battle me bitch// get da fuck outta here b4 i tell ma homie u a snitch// cuz dey'll hunt ye ass down b4 u can even clench a fist//

versus Gambler


Gambler
Got rhymes on my mind and youll be the first one i hit// But you gotta be able to hear me so just shut up and sit// If you dont then Ill bust yo head// Or even better take my gun and pump ya full a led// That was easy and it ended quick// It was as fast as your girl jumpin on my dick// SHe was nice but she was so damn tight// But it was still good anyways it went all through the night// All it took was a hit off a joint and she was as high as a kite// I still got her panites dawg you want them back// Ill give them to ya after I rub them on my ball sack// Then its like nick nack patty wack throw those panties home// Cause they stink so bad they pluggin the o zone// They makin me gag I dont no wat I was thinkin// Probly just tapped it cause I was high and drinkin//