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I’m the illest mortal ever to scratch the surface,
Rhymes as boundless as the dirt of earth is,
Lines that down, wreck as they wound while splurge spit,
Words that deter even in text as they loom over each hurt b***h.
I’m usually badgered to bite,
Other rappers banter either in delight or spite
As they’re so eager to pick up the mic,
Yet you quiver in fright.
GhostlyMark, you’re a coward cus your scared to rap wit me.
And as soon as you read this ya chance turns to zero rapidly.
In fact ya see, reason ya last battles were fixed wasn’t outa pity,
I went easy and and this whole tournament’s rigged, see.
You’re so whack you lost to soulja boi’s whack impersonation.
Say Ty for me, giving you a revelation, towards the destination of your extrication.
Coincidently, you’re a loner, complacent when I’m defacing your indignation
Aren’t you wondering why if it’s so rigged you’re facing this situation?
The truth is, beating you is easier than winning by DQ
Because the fact is you’re so gay even Dairy Queen wouldn’t accept you!
You’d probably get an erection if you were let in, stuck whatever you do.
You can edit my words too cus ya crew but it’ll still stick to you like gorilla glue. (no homo).
You’re just a pawn in my game of chess, much less
But I wonder how you must be feeling knowing this isn’t even my best.
You tried to leave my future “Darkawning” as your sad attempt at some internet respect
But I came back for ya neck, and left behind no more than your corpse and rotting flesh, ya just a wreck.

i guess i gotta go hard like Britney, throwing spears with bald-point pens
massacring the paper in detail just to cause hell
and i'll throw down hail in your sunny town just for me to freeze over
flying over the damage and laugh while singing with Grover
called up Elmo and asked him to listen to your lines for two hours
found him dead, used a rope and Dorothy was floating to the surface
i see you walking in the darkness again, refreshing, recycling
riding on the b***h d**k, disappointed when you found out it was a c**t
with your ill rhymes, the p***y are dressed in warts and cold sores
i'll cut off your hand if you try to pick up a mic and spit out more
decapitate your head and stick it on a more capable human being
cause what im seeing is a mortal who's screaming to his army for a retreat


im not gonna lie....i was worried when i knew i was gonna face this guy
he's too good of an MC
eh i threw away this competition
and i think i bit a lil

no need.
however...

You misspelled Emo. It's not Elmo

Jeez, I know Elmo. You missed my joke :/
Emo = Soliyquist.

Don't you remember that thread lol?

my question was thus
what was the bar limit
and although i see six bars there
that does not equal sixteen lines
i just want to make sure that the
difference is established between
bars and lines before further
commentary i suppose

also shouldn't i vote when you two post one more verse, with it being your turn? or have the rules changed again