For those who seen my battle Vs Wargrave

[Spooky Deep]

Huh? It's not a secret that I was Fatal Shot...I stay'd banned so much niggas just don't remember how much I problem I was. Didn't put in too much effort wit' the rhymes back then tho. Then I sat back & studied the site...& converted my style to the boards but I can still bust out the old style on a track or the new one

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Fatal's a mortician, The flow's embalmin fluid preservin matter* But didn't I cremate you (Already Roasted You!!) You've returned from the dirt I've scattered* To earn (urn) an L, burn in hell ... Fuck it, I'll murder Casper (Kill You Again!!)* What's worse than death, You dyin twice is the perfect answer* Get another nail in the coffin, My words the hammer* No gun lyrics, no gat bustin, I just burst in laughter* Because you don't remember, You were my first cadaver (First Nigga I Bodied)* Painful memories, huh ... Guess it's true when they assert the past hurts* Even more torture, Is why a bitch would birth this bastard (Son of a Bitch)* Fuck baby Swag, If I was the doctor I'd prefer to slap her (Smack Your Moms Nigga!!)* We've seen Haiti, But his life has been a worse disaster* So die in a worse way, Like get raped and never heard of after* Me, I die hard ... they banned me and I emerged un-tattered* Since my style's original (It's Classic!!), how the fuck you got a certain swagger* You just another, Punch line gat verse battler (Typical Gun Talk)* Pssshh, you a Classick Innovation (How?!) You need a drastic renovation* I do repairs ... You wanna "box" nigga, Your casket is waitin* No gloves, no holds barred, I bash in all faces* I feel at home battlin, And you're trapped in the basement* I got it "locked" ... There's no way that your ass is escapin* So face death, and part ways wit' them faggots you play wit' (Ass Lick Innovation)* I'm a passionate sadist, Seein you suffer is like ejaculation* So if my dick's hard, Don't take it that I'm on the maddest gay shit* You and your crew might holla, but it'd be the biggest gay bash of all ages*

My old style...shit was still sick, the board just wasn't used to it

[Spooky Deep]

Huh? It's not a secret that I was Fatal Shot...I stay'd banned so much niggas just don't remember how much I problem I was. Didn't put in too much effort wit' the rhymes back then tho. Then I sat back & studied the site...& converted my style to the boards but I can still bust out the old style on a track or the new one

---------- Post added at 09:48 AM ---------- Previous post was at 09:40 AM ----------

Fatal's a mortician, The flow's embalmin fluid preservin matter* But didn't I cremate you (Already Roasted You!!) You've returned from the dirt I've scattered* To earn (urn) an L, burn in hell ... Fuck it, I'll murder Casper (Kill You Again!!)* What's worse than death, You dyin twice is the perfect answer* Get another nail in the coffin, My words the hammer* No gun lyrics, no gat bustin, I just burst in laughter* Because you don't remember, You were my first cadaver (First Nigga I Bodied)* Painful memories, huh ... Guess it's true when they assert the past hurts* Even more torture, Is why a bitch would birth this bastard (Son of a Bitch)* Fuck baby Swag, If I was the doctor I'd prefer to slap her (Smack Your Moms Nigga!!)* We've seen Haiti, But his life has been a worse disaster* So die in a worse way, Like get raped and never heard of after* Me, I die hard ... they banned me and I emerged un-tattered* Since my style's original (It's Classic!!), how the fuck you got a certain swagger* You just another, Punch line gat verse battler (Typical Gun Talk)* Pssshh, you a Classick Innovation (How?!) You need a drastic renovation* I do repairs ... You wanna "box" nigga, Your casket is waitin* No gloves, no holds barred, I bash in all faces* I feel at home battlin, And you're trapped in the basement* I got it "locked" ... There's no way that your ass is escapin* So face death, and part ways wit' them faggots you play wit' (Ass Lick Innovation)* I'm a passionate sadist, Seein you suffer is like ejaculation* So if my dick's hard, Don't take it that I'm on the maddest gay shit* You and your crew might holla, but it'd be the biggest gay bash of all ages*

My old style...shit was still sick, the board just wasn't used to it