im gonna write it later tonight atm im just kinda too lazy to get started coz they're unlimited verses. plus i have an animation assignment to do but im gonna write my verse tonight.

let me tell a gory story about this corny Michael, little john*
right before he, went falling, out in a bloody cycle, like a tampon.
when he first got his hands on, a mic, the bitch sucked more ass than a dyke.
how the false prophet meth got stopped by the reaper of death,
turned the mic on, plugged a speaker in his breast,
i dug deeper in his chest, with rhetoric to manifest,
i put the smug's spirit to the test, but not a good lyric in him left.
i ridiculed him deaf, then readily killed him in finesse.
in his distress i stole his last breath, coz a mess like you i detest,
and its wackness like you i digest in excess,
as i transgress madness, to leave a man less,
in anguish from a prophet to a petrified beaten,
nullified heathen, leave him, crucified or stoned like Stephen*.
for the final he barely qualified, now its going uneven.
i got skill electrified conceiving, still exemplified at will reaping.
i got this bitch out rapped* like he's mummified conceding.
then slowly fried, pleading, but the deal won't sweeten,
coz I'm colder than Sweden, but even meth can't defy this,
I spit explicit slick shit so sick even his computer caught a virus.

*this corny Michael, little john (his real name is michael little john)

*like Stephen (the apostle)

*wrapped

lol well i hope 3 days is enough

I suck the blood of a virgin priest
October 25th was the of this vampiric beast
I prowl at night stalkin Muzzy in the bushes
The wound from his severed neck, I drink while its gushing
I fill my pool with the blood of my victims
I kidnapped Kadachy and him an overdose of my evil symptom
He morphs into a terrifying demonic slave
I engrave the wings of Satan all over his unworthhy face
I unleash him, to go slaughter all of my foes
Now all thats left is Muzzy at the end of the road
Somehow my puppet loses this fight
Now its up to me to give it one last try
i sink my fangs into the side of is neck
Then he shoves a sharp stake into my chest
I roll over, Not me, Why Me...
How can something so simple weaken me...?
Suddenly I seize up, I think Im dying
Then i see a vision of my Mom softly crying
My anger fuels my hunger for revenge and blood
My tru soul is unleashed, Im wrecking sit up
My adrenaline is pumpin like I took a shot of heroine
I smash Muzzy's head on the pavement, smashing in his brains in
I rip his veins out and drink the sprinkles of fluid
I stomp on his rib cage and watch the blood keep oozing

but its cool tho

But Ill get my verse up next week I want it to be well thought out and clever.... peace

what? well if you have its a coincidence coz i made that one up myself

Im sry yall I gave yall a disappointing Championship but Basketball is starting to get in the way plus I lost interest in this battle anyway so Muzzy u win this, yo 2nd verse was killer anyway noway I couldve recovered anyway

So yea good battle