Bomb Bard has accepted this battle. 6 bars, due tomorrow night.
Fact Machine
Bomb Bard
Bomb Bard has accepted this battle. 6 bars, due tomorrow night.
Every time I spit/ I try to stimulate your mind a bit/
but your skulls are kinda thick/ it's like I can't find the clit/ behind a chick's/ vagina lips/
in other words your minds a slit/ mines a dick/ so I try to fit/ so many rhymes in it/ I forget/ to even write a diss/
these lines are designed to piss/ you off, and do even more of the shit for which you criticize me bitch/
cause' everyone tells me I rhyme too much/ all I hear when you say that is you suck/
and your jelly, cause' you know who's shit will be blew up/ cause' my flow is juiced up/ and you cannot do what/
I do, when I chew the/ mic up and you spit the same shit as everyone else/
your rhymes are so shitty, you're one girl with two cups/ you fill them both up and just eat it yourself/
yeah your puns are ok/ but your flows way/ too monotone, ain't/ got no strength/ in your rhyme schemes
your gangsta gab is so fake/ you type like you're trying to rotate/ ebonics and chinese/
you illiterate douche whistle/ you probably suck on your own wank/ pretend to be hard online but behind screen/
you work in a cubical/ risks you don't take/ bitch I'm crazy for real so don't try me/
Wtf that more than6 bars
@Amen