Hell yeah bitch burn the pill, put emseed on the grill
Orange on his lips, yellow hot drips on his dick
Squirting lemon in his eye, passes out like a bitch
Blow the bagpipes boy cuz I'm spittin' towards bomb fire
Make the call boy cuz you're next gettin streched like a phone wire
Blow the torch to ya' spittin gassoline crossfires
What about an uncloged toilet? oh I forgot you piss in dog style
Imagine emseed beeing naked rhyming like Tom Sawyer
Throw animal parts at ya, bleeding the stream of ya'
Feeding the pigs with ya' springing blood from your wrist (on ya')

i'll put mine up tonight

its time to rise like yeast, unleash wise rhymes that make dead mic's galvanise
let me introduce you only phoney guys to a lonely demise
if this battle was for laughs, you'd probably take the prize
if its for skill, then kid you got a lot of shit to revise,
make rhymes about me being naked, is that how you fantasize?
with those candid tries your wasting time just to brandish lies
if i were you, i'd start to rehearse now,
otherwise you're getting murdered in the first round.
hearse bound, though your verse is getting cremated right here
your worse nightmare, don't try to see me your eyes will be hurt by the bright glare

Added (11/Dec/09, 3:06 Pm)
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well i had time so here it is:

I come like a sick sadistic asphyxiating the rhyme
This son of a bitch goes horse-whipping in pauses one word at a time
Emseed divorced, trippin in the back bringing the force
Feeling remorse, spittin through the crack, his soul is a source
Throwing his corpse in the filled tank
Talking bout fantasize? emseed overdosed
This is a joke, understanding his wack, getting his applauses even from the back door
Worshippin' dracula as an attractive force, my opponent's jokes
Even causing the devil falling asleep, lolling on the street decomposing his only body
Chucky the horror doll's at ya' door borrowin some weed crawlin

i'm not married

a source of what???

half steppin is a no no, go for dolo,
but stop tryna ride my dick like a pogo stick
(no homo) bitch coz its over with,
in this match i flow with zero risk,
from your dumbest raps
keeping up will make your lungs collapse infact bobo's thinking oh no,
your rhymes are making less cents (sense) than a hobo
seeing all the indents in your flow though,
next time avoid the fuse, too imense with my sick sense like bruce
and my will is too cut you fools loose i'm the illest and this is proof

btw bobo english is your second language right? maybe it would help if you look up the meanings of words if you're not sure, or maybe its translating wrong, i'm not saying that to put you down or anything i'm just saying it to help

Added (14/Dec/09, 10:06 Am)
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Now I know you're feeling discouraged, my metaphor's at ya' service
Homie just mark my words and you won't be dissapointed
Finalising ferocious, you just discovered a murderer in the flow
Chew you like burgers'n pass it further fo' the next blow
No worries about my meanings as far as my words will kill you slow
If you want them recorded I'll rewind spittin' backwards for you to learn
And I get nothing you fuckin lack words in return (ha)
I'm like the vulgarian trooper vying with the proud virginal voyageur
You hire the versifier that I tought him when he was young
Poppin the bottle of wine cuz I see the final round has begun
Another 9 lines and yo' ass will be helping in Vatican
I bet his death is evident cuz he manages to pull his gun
Troopers devastate him remaining a queer prodigal son
Weird, cuz I thought his the toughest but now he's so fuckin done
I never saw him so humbled stumbled in his own fuckin puns
I know I'm so fuckin contagious makin sure that I remain in the hunt
Please nigga lay off the blunt unless you don't wanna be in the front
I don't confront with no one now I'm waitin' fo' yo' turn even if you ain't giving me none

i know you're more worried, when i flow with raw gory
boaring at your nerves, before me,
words of fury in a flurry got you burried like a horror story
i'll unleash a piece (peace) a hippy won't condone
they say these evil rhyme thoughts are burning holes into the ozone
layer, player without a prayer, coz you got no hope,
wack displays are getting played like an obo
bobo, named after a clown for juggling people's balls in his mouth
thats why i'm calling you out,
your writings like a world of cliche's, and i'm hurling words like grenades,
melting wacks like heat waves, over beat plays
words can hurt and words can heal,
opponents need to work up some nerves of steal,
coz either way i still serve out real like a full square meal,
lyrical class you'll never pass, like the health care bill,
you read the first verse and your whole house heard you squeel,
not even trying my best, inject a verse of ses for fiends and serve
words to tough for readers to digest, so don't believe the magazines

ok time to vote

good battle bobo that last verse of yours was actually the best i've seen from you

my vote goes to emsee'd

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Props to Bobo though, didn't know English was a second language to him.