ROUND 1 Me
finally he accepted the challenge but 4real thats stupid G
instead of battle n he should beg me for unity/
im the truest MC, i teach niggas dont go through truancy
cuz lyrically i'll destroy yo industry critically in your community/
this victory is recognized so really u just exercise
lyrics blast like .45's when i say its war time/
and i dont end wit a tie eitha i lose or crucify
cuz my flows known 2 b cut throat like suicide/
his girl bounces on my dick til that pussy's in da hospital
or til she cums and freezes ova da stick like a pop sickle/
den i hit it from da back, make her ass look like a tail pipe
that means i make can her hip-hop like this website/
lyrically u no im crush n bum rush n wit no discussion
hit him in da stomach make him feel like he get n lipo suction/
and dont think a cipher wit yo people gets u hot
cuz u and yo crew will get banged on harder den a G-Spot/
Him
where do I start with you man, why you so predictable?
I crush ducks like you Daffy cuz my flow's despicable
I use words like the blades they can be, understand me
I could make you lose your sanity and abandon your family
after this your gonna tell 'em how much you cant stand me
youre no G, in jail they be calling you Angie
your lines about my girl were pretty tasteless, B
plus you know you can't fit the same space as me
if you comprehend that little hint, a little bit
beligerent I get on twits, remember it
take a sip and feel the surge like x-clan
pensmoke will still leave you burned with text, man
after you get swept away, the next man
left wrecked like anything that dmx planned
I dont beg for unity, cuz I'm unity walking
now copy this verse kid and study it often
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ROUND 2
Me
ima lyrical general damn right u despicable
yo rhymes are fictional and weak with the syllablles/
fuck if im predictable on a verse i will finish you
cuz yo lyrics are pitiful and yo fans are invisible/
i'll hit yo wife from the back and bust da nut on yo kids
stomp yo cage out of place make u shit out yo ribs/
i spit sweet 16's i should hoop 4 college
cuz on da court i could light u up,turn yo pen into chronic/
wit them stupid shots u throw? lose n's not an option
u should stay on the rebound like dennis rodman/
but u'd rather put yo life on the line
be-lo,i got da AK 4 da Nard, u wanna Do or Die?/
my flow is cold it'll leave you froze from yo soul
and when the chrome is on it'll sepatate yo chromosomes/
i'll break red pens in half let the ink match yo skin
and leave smoke like clarck gable, gone with the wind/
Him
ya had to throw in the 'redskin' slur I brush it off
then I'll wipe the prints off the mic after I bust it off
leave no evidence, to this game you bring no relevance
my words penetrate into your dna with no hesitance
leave Noble's 3rd eye half blackened like the new president
my real flows are for Godly purposes never flowin for 'the hell of it'
what Smoke is cookin take a smell of it, you'll lose from the fumes
in tune with your Doom, like MF eating cereal alone in your room
each line is intertwined with your nervous system
designed to penetrate you like a herb in prison
your sentences are juvenile, like a Tweety watch
I spit athletic, soon youll see me on a Wheaties box
plus I ball like MJ make your ankles collapse
you'd think I was from England how I'm spankin these chaps
dog the gun talk is played, like the sex talk is
it only took me 8 minutes just to text all this
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ROUND 3
Me
since he wanna b MF ima give this nigga doomsday
Maintaining Facts but Murdering Fags is how i do thangs/
i ride to die i cant lie dats y i drive inside cadillacs
i had rap sheets b4 i wrote 16's, u cant mess wit dat/
and u dont want wax right dere i really could hurt u
im known i stay over a track like i was jumping hurdles/
i'll break his damn leg if he talkn shit on my block
have him hop n on 1 foot like he play n hopscotch/
and my rhymes aint played dey just played u
virgin dont wanna hear sex, suburban hates guns its da lame truth/
and think wat u spit n at me dude
da only time you'll be an underground artist is when i'll burry you/
i bust guns u couldn't find on Grand theft auto
mo keys den circles of 5ths, leave n bodies detached like staccato/
i was born a sterotype but lyricism is my dream
so afta dis battle, dey gone call me the king of 16's/
(and by why i drive cadillacs...dey make hearses)
Him
I'm far from a virgin, and far from suburban
come down to the M10 for survival training and learnin'
how them cats care nothing for life, them burners burn
I did my dirt long ago back when you was sperm
I put my gun down when you was in preschool
and found a better way to get by and teach fools
and I roll Caddys for real, my first ride was a El Dorado
the kind you got is tight though, for a hot wheels model
ball up all your rhyme sheets, replace them with notes
of pensmoke's ability to disgrace you with quotes
this is like breathing to me man, I see bars in my sleep
you count the pensmokes, but Im far from a sheep
I eliminate weak and never bargain with beef
cuz its beneath me like tartar on teeth
but I finish it easier than touchin these keys
these G's a dime a dozen so I crush 'em with ease
