BLitZ3D V.s EG TEN (second battle)

EG TEN /V.S/ BLitZ3D 

*ROUND 1*

*EG TEN*

For the second time around, I won't be too gentle.// You turds can't rhyme for shitt, soft as a noodle.// Get rid of that shirt, Wordman, do us a favor.// It ain't bad at all, its just, one size too little.// Ill break you fools in half, straw snapping like a scarecrow// Cowardly lion come out, Monster Smashed you innuendo.// The reason why you got passed by the first time around// Like a girl post some pix up, cut my s**t in half, now u goin down// You and Wordman teams up, who cares! a pair of freakin clowns//

*BLitZ3D*

let um start off first, either way ur a representation of a man in a hearse /hurt um real bad n rubbed his face in the dirt/the pics that I posted was just a b***h in a skirt/sskkirrt! on this n***a, like who you f****n with nerd?/ that's a f****n sweater what u talkin bout shirt?/ an what exactly do you think you rhymed off t**d?/ screwed from the start, pulled out and drove straight into the curb/ Asian drivers man, they'll never f****n learn/ a coward vs a lion I guess my warning wasn't herd/ why'd you delete the first battle? you coulda reread my words/ then you'd probly remember to go again would be absurd/ but everyone loves a under dog, makes emotion go reverse/ cause then when you go under dog , the wears not even worse/ an no one teamed up on you,/ I tagged in and hulk Hogan lumped a few/ American Dream, elbow jumped at you,/ then to your defense, in ran gorilla monsoon/ the way I see it, the joker popped both of you,/ a heist on ur thread but that's just my point of view./ sights locked retical red, not a sound with the front mount/ knights drop, clown with a crown, and a jester in bed./ leave um slumped out/ /roar/ I messed with his head/ take my advice and this cypher ...just jump out

**Round 2**

**EG TEN**

Let um start off first? Now what the f**k was that?// Your no king of the jungle, but a little p***y cat!// A blissful of zits in your face a sign disgusting// BlitZed does not show off his face an ugly duckling// My rhyme is in verse, so fresh with multiple gears on my Hearse// You can't spit for shitt, so your a*s be going in reverse// A fan of hulkamania? That s**t ain't real brotha!.// I bet your next line would be "Hakuna Matata!// You ain't no damn Mufasa, your like that fool Scar hangin out With them ugly a*s Hyena// I laugh at you BlitZed, I pissed, I flip the script with my skills// Your elbow dropped not fast enough a straight kick up your chest!// This is SPARTA!!!! So jump on out! off to the next round// Welcome to the Writer's Creed, A true MC battleground!//

**BLitZ3D**

if this is Sparta then b***h I'm Gannicus,/ two swords in my hand while u attack with some shallow s**t/ your damn right I'm scar and ull still bow down to this/ u wont get to far hyenas surround in the mist/ Hakuna Matata but theres reason to worry kid/ shoot um point blank an laugh as he say the dots are blury miss/ from his stomach out leaks guts an curry strips/ no lines to connect, his souls in a hurry, drips,/ out his mouth like his mom as she dines in nutty bliss/ bust um quick like his dad, his sister we both miss/ a cute little thing, deaf dumb n blind, snitch/ I think not, i broke her fingers, a tight grip/ dropped her leg and screamed Hogan wins/ layed on top of her and counted to three/ donkey punched that b***h in the head an continued to proceed/ so ask her how much I give a f**k about writers creed // 

***ROUND 3***

***EG TEN***

You claim to be a Marvel-Super-Villain-God-Like / If you are Galactus" I'm Lactose - Bacilli / Fermented like Lactic Acids what I spit!/ A genus of original but your just a make belief/ BlitZed please! step it ^ up a bit higher/ Your dealing with an oldskool underground Sniper / None of that Kindergarten shitt' of entry level / My words may be shallow but yet sharp as a Razor / Your write- wrist slice the veins blood burst just like a geyser / My word plays undefeated so try a little Monster / I sMashed your Baked Potatoe with chives a little butter / On side some bits of bacon a Cub is now a Lion / If you don't understand, im at work im eating Lunch / Im on break and wasted half of my time you little punk/ But its cool It's all in fun and that's what its all about / In a place full of infected A cesspool full of talent / Respect to my opponent a true Warrior of Poets / A Monster Mash Creator, A Master of Salvation / The bad a*s Mr. BlitZed, Will continue this shitt later-/ Here at Writer's Creed, or where ever else you pleased/

***BLitZ3D***

A mutant, a radioactive contusion./My a*s, gave it gas, now im f*****g moving./Onto the end, the finish line, a f*****g shoe in./Im new an, your old news, news i knew and /screws im loosing, as we pretend this battle im loosing, wrap it up with a few loose ends, /confusing, a thriving city, up an left it in ruins./Black cloaked, hooded druid, IV fluids, /Gat broke, firing pin, out i chewed it, trigger squeezed now, told you id do it./Ten teeth marks on the barrel, yea EG blew it./Face on some blue s**t, stiff Elmers glue tip, /sticky grip, stick um up, Richy Rich, Jackson upper cuts, a Rampage, no f***s./Bomb on the stage, chickens with no cluck./Took a bomb on stage, chicken heads, my dicks well sucked./Salmonella poisoning, chocked the chicken, she likes it real rough. /In an out, left and right, my blade keeps the feathers well plucked. /Goose and a swan, I recognize no duck, bad luck, body covered up in the back of the truck./One G, no UN, i see, just me..no pun./Mission complete, no fun, grey skies, trust me, no sun.. rains not done. /Bars run from bars, bring the heavens down from the stars, impacts bombard/even from behind bars locked cars explode far, gorilla tactics, no holds bared, reload the AR/Re-roll a new cigar, as i retold, another page from Scar/12 bubbles Gage the contents of this unmarked mason jar./I know your popping some corny something, but i wasn't listening./Busy kicking it with Popcorn Sutton, drinking an smoking weed in the kitchen./These lines must be glitching, space-time the fabrics ripping./Physics are fucked, i need a new physician./Watch as my feet move, roots grew planted in a quantum position./Like Groot, stomp um like a twig, raging tunnel vision./A ton of incisions, a gun mixed with questionable decisions. /A life for a life, changes nothing, for both sides the death penalty still glistens./the only difference is the same as this blunt. b***h, BLitZ3D is still hitting. /Next time i roar a warning make sure you f*****g listen... /

battle? 

Im already bored with you

.....

I pulled a gun 

And a sword you drew 

Author's Note

(EG TEN)
http://www.writerscafe.org/EDRT10

(WRITERS CREED)
http://www.writerscafe.org/groups/Writer%27s-Creed-%21/12119/

(ORIGINAL THREAD)
http://www.writerscafe.org/groups/Writer%27s-Creed-%21/12119/forum/29125/

Reviews

[dan]

Blitzed: Wow, what a f****n' ride! This reads like a spoken-word free styling challenge of epic importance! This piece is so f****n' original, a continuous cornucopia of WWE references mixed with freewheeling hip-hop-like grandstanding. This is the best of your work that you've ever requested I review. Amazing, you've got major skills, guy. Keep 'em coming! take care...dan

[Rana]

It's a tough hot interesting battle, real impressive and quite exciting. A third'd be cool.

[BLitZeD]

LOL ty, an u talk eg into it n a 3rds np

[AaronFreitas]

that is an awesome battle.. I enjoyed reading it all :)

[BLitZeD]

thanks man glad u liked it

[E G TEN]

Way cool bro" that's a battle right there" now the tournament
Winner shall await you :-)

[mattavelli]

Looks like you Guys had fun. Why no "your mamas"? They always pissed me off.

[BLitZeD]

lol...seen ur 1st round post, pretty good man

[mattavelli]

Thanks.. She told me to write nonsense. it's a tough topic for me, but I think I might have confused her.