Eradicate VS. BambinoTTT EgWest (winner)
 

2 rounds.

no feeding first round.

16 lines a verse.

ill get at it when i can.

I'm against the tide here tonight.. on my own and have to manage
cause im in virgin territory... and bam's got the home advantage
u nice but I'm meaner you'd best believe this prick's a dreamer
Coz they say life's a bitch.. and this guy ain't got neither
dont test the illest style, cuz im the best at spittin, while
your just a pedophile who tries to molest his inner child
your soft 'n bland.. im out of your league, your the 'so so often brand'
and ima leave bambino'cursed like long upset boston fans
Trench Town Terrorist? please no, nah dude...
George Bush'll dress up in fatigues and go to war before YALL do.
keep duckin' me.. Bam's is hidin',i know he gots to be
but I'll keep my eye on a glass of water, in case his fatass tries to sneak up on me
fuck your life & your job, & I'm not down with seeing your trailer
n' bam's good at what he does.. I doubt it's hard being a failure
Leave the text scene a loser..and knowing he’ll place second
And lives in the same box…we used for his going away present

dope verse homie, i'm a post something before this weekend's done, I wake up at fucked up hours and i'm in the labpiece til late, just dropped by quick to see what's good

im in no hurry.. you should battle here more often and get this place happenin' again.
im sure you don't mind that sid's vote will not count.

my bad on the delay, more times im working in the lab but i will post something before this weekend's done forsho, 1

ey yo, your whole style's generic, where d'you inherit the whackness?/
you need to stop starin at faggots and using carrots for practice/
homie i'll slap you in a figure four, Greg the Hammer Valentine/
Ballentine's bottle to your nostrils tryin' to challenge mine/
the nine wit infra beam'll flash, blast and let it lean ya fast/
you'll see him dash, penis shaft and balls tucked between his ass/
eradicate this phony, watch me truly diss him proper/
i'll leave this stooley pissin' vodka through his Stewie Griffin boxers/
for thinkin' shit is sweet, now I'm crashin' the party y'all/
you still sit on Santa's lap,... and ask him for barbie dolls/
so grab a razor, kill yourself, and do your dad a favour/
think ya hard?, I bet you look like little Lucious from Gladiator/
candy ass, your whole flow is edible thongs/
your headable moms be blowin', givin' head to the don/
for medical chron, you thinkin' the story's exaggerated?/
backshots, I'll leave her pussyhole more than eradicated!

ey yo my bad for the wait, really busy these past few weeks, but let's keep it going, feeding allowed as of now, and if anything i'm down to make this a 3 round battle, lemme know 1

you know i always level head, drop him too fuck what this rebel said
Bam's a hell of a guy, and watch me lay him out like Deviled eggs
your whole text style is gay & its not the only thing you lack.
cuz your shits SO far fetch'd...golden retrievers cant bring it back
the E'll murk this guy wit ease, a chumps line, dropped in and chewed
You aint a 'Gangsta', be real, all that sun shine got you confused
often abused.. is certain, i bring enough shit to hurt
and after i beat ur ass, i'll lay back and let SID put those lips to work*
if its Bam's fancy ill shatter a bat over him because im long ancy
leaving pieces of wood embedded so deep it'll Splinter Cells like Tom Clancy
you must take alotta shit, that picture musta killed yer rep online
the good news is you're built like a tank...the bad news? it's the septic kind.
His spits remain underdeveloped, So you know he ain't that raw
I seen both ya rhymes and ya sisters tits and they both need training, bra
don't even read this next punch, bam... this knowledge might curse ya
ya real world 'hood's' all you can brag about online....and vice versa!

* Dusk cleaned up the thread, but before SID was dr'in all over Bam's knob & floodin' the shit out the thread.
so ya you get the picture.

wanna battle? I'm shittin' on you then I'll box ya fast/
you got...fragile written on you like a box of glass/
I'll send your soul flyin' into space, the infinite void/
you think you 'may weather' the storm?, these punches injurin' Floyd/
your fat sister, she be crazy for the meat like it's Madcow/
pussy can soak the cock, she let me skeet in her ShamWow/
faggot, you'll catch an upper-cut so hard that you'll fly up her kunt/
and then I'll make you eat her out, that's what I call a sucker-punch/
see, I might just slash your neck 'cause I'm a psycho-pathic wreck/
and I heard this trifle faggot wept and cried for Michael Jackson's death/
eradicate your solar system tossin' the astroid/
homie you couldn't 'shyne' if you were rostered wit Badboy/
the Lama wit da ammo, bring the drama to your fammo/
or I can beat your bitch ass like Rihanna in the Lambo/
kid I'm a eat your food 'til there's no butter and toast left/
so you better 'let it go' like Little Brother and Mos Def!

bambino ate his food in every category- that second verse is what it did it for me. shit had me crackin up at the shamwow bar-

VOTE:BEENZ

ya, sure just vote for your boys... lol
i know bambino is a great emcee, but there is no way this is one sided, and im not taking anything away from him. good verse bam.

ill count it but please can we get people to vote that can write better than this:

haha bambino ripped it , my vote goes to bambino lol

ok fuck this place, seriously.. people like this^.. that don't know how to battle at all.
even after i told you you couldn't vote.

fuck this, bambino you win.. im seriously done battling here.

what up with that 3rd verse? i'm down for a next one, you gon quit like that? it's not like i told anybody to vote for me, I ain't Dusk! my dick aint as big.

look man jus cuz we homies aint why i'm voting for him-

i looked both yall verses over mad times. and the second verse is what won it for me it was pretty even until then- E had some real nice bars tho-

the good news is you're built like a tank...the bad news? it's the septic kind.
His spits remain underdeveloped, So you know he ain't that raw
I seen both ya rhymes and ya sisters tits and they both need training, bra


but i was feelin bams punchlines more

I'll send your soul flyin' into space, the infinite void/
you think you 'may weather' the storm?, these punches injurin' Floyd/
your fat sister, she be crazy for the meat like it's Madcow/
pussy can soak the cock, she let me skeet in her ShamWow/

it aint nothing against you man-but yo no need to lash out at me
i dont even remember voting on this-so here

flo- B
consistancy- E
wordplay- tie
hits-B

respect- stay up


my vote BEENZ