MuhdG:
I wasn't really chased, but sth like that
We were playing backyard soccer. And the ball went under a tank. I rushed to pick it up without knowing that a dog was under the tank. As i stretched my hand under the tank, the dog barked...it scared the hell out of me and i hit my fore head on the tank support. Unfortunately for me, it was iron and my forehead ended up bleeding seriously.

Ohh. It was on my eye brow... I remember,, i still have the mark

If you didn't drop this spit, you would have had a great chance to win our brawl. I just deleted all the 6 bars I had written for you; I'm starting all over again. You might just have taken a clean win with bars of this quality.
Thank God you did this to yourself

MuhdG:
Sorry I got caught up

Here

Catch this

Tip: The guy is a poet
Lay corn - llaykorn
In sects - insects

##to llaykorn





You under rated me??. . . Dumb!/
I'll be shooting you. . . like cum/
Keep starting over you can't win this, son/
Coz with u? ama be dusting the floor/
I'll 'lay corn' here, crush him and make flour./

This is your expiration date, this is ur demise/
Dislodge u.. leave u ''in sects'' i dust ur geez aside/
Going ''rambo'' on you, while ur niggaz step aside/
I spray, killing em within minutes, like an ''insecticide'/

I bare no sentiments, i do shit coz am able/
You've got zero relevance, even in a fable/
I am dope, i've got all the elements, like am a periodic table!!!/

Mind overflow, i got a mental constipation./
Even when am wack, am still over your head/
Poets talk crap, like 'the sun rise brings em consolation'/
While i can just get ur b***h to s**k ma d**k n get me overwhelmed/

Okay, ur stylez good, ur rhythm is smooth/
. . . Don't get cocky dude, that was a ruse/
Infact you and your niggaz smell, gave y'all some perfume/
And When you go wow, thinking i act cool/
I take u n ur suckers down, like a sniper in the woods!!/

I aint a harsh fellow I'm soft, like marshmallows/
Infact i'll like to tell your gurl hello/
she might take me home and you'll be left back. . . Marcelo/
I am 'so sweet' that when she licked me, she went 'my belle o'/

'Attitude adjustment', i m going 'cena' on you/
Ama 'star', you aint drugs, you aint even 'alcoholic'/
Head lights can't outshine me in this debut/
I 'shine father' than you, you 'can't see me'... you so 'myopic'/

And my bars got him confused, looking for direction/
Put u in detention like u need correction/
Fu.cked up ur rhymes with ma hard erection/
You scalar. . . You got no directions/
Now watch how everyone be voting for ma lines, like its an election/



#Piss

kr0ne:
Just seeing this. Nice battle, lads. Na wa, Llaykorn is the next big thing o.
MuhdG, are you sure you're a newbie on this section? Your bars don't look like a fresher's handiwork because your build-ups are dope. Anyways, there's still room for improvemen. @your opener, flour doesn't rhyme at all with the rest. I don't know if it was deliberate or a mistake. Words like hour, sour, tour would go with that.
Kudos!