imma kill anyone in a battle who wants to spit against me.

holla if you do.

I already said this in the BustaRhyme forum but I accept your challenge

I want to play? Will you spray some my way, how many monkey bars are we playing on, I mean bars, how fars are we going on this. shit I just farted, made skid marks.... I must depart and quit fiddle faddle around on this thread......shit things that goes on in my head.

you go first? dark sword. only up to 15 bars maximum and 10 minimum.

I go first, geesh sash but man....ok... I guess I have to clean house and think to night. I try not to think to hard my shitter isn't that big, I tried not stink it up to bad in my crap..oops I mean rap. Thanks for letting me play, it mean alot to me.

There alot more, but you said 15. Just I have over active imagination. I try to keep it simple...and punch it
I know it stucks!....


The Swords Once forged Long Ago,
Hang In Silence Row by Row.
In battle fierce no more to ring,
The Song of Steel singing.

Image of the bloodshed,
It’s in your head, stuck
fed with sleepless nights.

Moonlight is full,
cold chill fills frighten chattering teeth.
You can’t fall sleep, you hide beneath sheet.

Image run through your head,
you wish you were dead
For reading such bloodshed

Owl squeaking, song of steel singing
Howling of the wind, hooves crashing
Crying of Dogs, sounds of Warriors dieing
Flickering street light, shadows of warriors fighting

Heart beating heavily
Breathing heavily
Thinking about your Bevervily
Tears flow heavily

Sharp pain took you soul
It wasn’t a book of folklore

Of complete bloodshed
Your the warrior, your dead.