Capping Multies in a battle.

Originally Posted by STEELO

Its not how many times you cap...its about how hard you punch the button when you're doing it...

LOL... Calm down Sly!

Originally Posted by STEELO

Its not how many times you cap...its about how hard you punch the button when you're doing it...

LOL... Calm down Sly!

[Lizman]

That Punch Was Bottom Class

[Lizman]

That Punch Was Bottom Class

[AkRid_ArTz]

Originally Posted by Dec Odin

You Didn't Even Try Understanding It Nor Did You Ask Me For An Expo
You Just Proved The Point Of The First Poster You Fool
Hammered

Verses should not have expos dumb ass, shit should be straight forward and to the point.

And plus you have the most fucked up structure I've ever battled..

gtfo

[AkRid_ArTz]

Originally Posted by Dec Odin

You Didn't Even Try Understanding It Nor Did You Ask Me For An Expo
You Just Proved The Point Of The First Poster You Fool
Hammered

Verses should not have expos dumb ass, shit should be straight forward and to the point.

And plus you have the most fucked up structure I've ever battled..

gtfo

[Lizman]

Audio Battles Shouldn't Need Expos
And You Proved The First Posters Point Aswell You Dumbass

[Lizman]

Audio Battles Shouldn't Need Expos
And You Proved The First Posters Point Aswell You Dumbass

[AkRid_ArTz]

Haha I never disagreed with the first poster Dumbass... And I thought you were suppose to be some type of genius bahahaha!

[AkRid_ArTz]

Haha I never disagreed with the first poster Dumbass... And I thought you were suppose to be some type of genius bahahaha!

Lizman thinks he is dope because he makes up words, forces wordplay and makes little to no sense with lines so that he can consider himself 'over peoples head'... He is the ultimate example of delusions of grandeur.

Lizman thinks he is dope because he makes up words, forces wordplay and makes little to no sense with lines so that he can consider himself 'over peoples head'... He is the ultimate example of delusions of grandeur.

[Lizman]

If You Mean Smtn Like This:

Lent A Gun, 40, Po Lease, Penned A Gun, Force Me, And I Rev The Run On Your Venter Punk Until You Sort Me; You Wanna See Puss And Perly Gates, Steel Pushed Then Bury Fakes, Cloud 9's, I Shoot Nines Cloud Mind Like Burly Inmates; Always Meta Force, So Many Ingrate Britain, But They Couldn Cop A Feel, Its Just A Copper Feel, Steal To Your Head, Rob Your See, Lock Your Screen, Your Dim 'Tis You Dick Urges On Your Lip Service, Hypocrisy; Over Your Head? Thats Cool, You Got Your Wig Split Anyway, You Pay The Prize For Your Ill Literateness Like This Kid Hemingway, Book Your Cover, The Prints My Swift Kicks Sent Away, Leave Marks On Your Surface Like Distinguished Sad End Essays


Or This:
Broken Mirrors, A Bishop On The Run, 'Plant', 'Root', 'Cut', My Scissors On Your Gum, 'Pan', 'Flute', 'Club', The Pitchers On Your Lung, Heaters To This Mam Brain Or'll Threw Your Cavity Like Blisters On Your Tongue; The Fact That Your A Head Is Just A Front, Face The Truth, I Murder Ink And Literally Have Your Essays On The Run Though This Aint Paper View; You Ain't Abel To, Handle Fruits, Your Roots Stem From Defeat, Your Ankles Bruised, Flame This Pro Pain Cause This Dame Gets Mo Cane Than Indian Slaves In Sandal Shoes; Assemble Boots, The Members Meet With Your Soul, Strangle You, You Need To Choke... I'm Complex Like That


You're Wrong In Both Accounts
They Both Nice Verses

[Lizman]

If You Mean Smtn Like This:

Lent A Gun, 40, Po Lease, Penned A Gun, Force Me, And I Rev The Run On Your Venter Punk Until You Sort Me; You Wanna See Puss And Perly Gates, Steel Pushed Then Bury Fakes, Cloud 9's, I Shoot Nines Cloud Mind Like Burly Inmates; Always Meta Force, So Many Ingrate Britain, But They Couldn Cop A Feel, Its Just A Copper Feel, Steal To Your Head, Rob Your See, Lock Your Screen, Your Dim 'Tis You Dick Urges On Your Lip Service, Hypocrisy; Over Your Head? Thats Cool, You Got Your Wig Split Anyway, You Pay The Prize For Your Ill Literateness Like This Kid Hemingway, Book Your Cover, The Prints My Swift Kicks Sent Away, Leave Marks On Your Surface Like Distinguished Sad End Essays


Or This:
Broken Mirrors, A Bishop On The Run, 'Plant', 'Root', 'Cut', My Scissors On Your Gum, 'Pan', 'Flute', 'Club', The Pitchers On Your Lung, Heaters To This Mam Brain Or'll Threw Your Cavity Like Blisters On Your Tongue; The Fact That Your A Head Is Just A Front, Face The Truth, I Murder Ink And Literally Have Your Essays On The Run Though This Aint Paper View; You Ain't Abel To, Handle Fruits, Your Roots Stem From Defeat, Your Ankles Bruised, Flame This Pro Pain Cause This Dame Gets Mo Cane Than Indian Slaves In Sandal Shoes; Assemble Boots, The Members Meet With Your Soul, Strangle You, You Need To Choke... I'm Complex Like That


You're Wrong In Both Accounts
They Both Nice Verses

[AkRid_ArTz]

.....smh......

[AkRid_ArTz]

.....smh......