yo this was tight im finna get 2face ass on here.....
was this a battle vere or what o yeah welcome to da board sign up for the toxic spit tournament

peace

hey yo, two face, this is the beginning, aight, and this don't count as real battle, shit u like a mad rapper, and i'm just tryin to get better....

verse:

hey, yo, i know u can't keep up to this lyrical pace/
hittin u down like speed bumps on a car chase/
keep talkin movin yo lips, and i'll choke u wit ya fukin shoe lace/
then slap u in both faces/
i keep my enemies on a first name basis/
and hate y'all niggaz more than a skinhead racist/


keepin y'all bitch niggaz in enslavement/
we can do this shit on black entertainment/
or we can do with the hammers on the crack to the pavement/

i leave u lookin like a massacre on doom/
sweep away ur weak lyrics like dirt wit a broom/
let u have have ur last breath when i pull the trigga on 200 percent zoom
i snatched ur bitch, took her to the next room, and 23 minutes later, i caused the next baby boom/

i'm shootin in this opposite position/
i'm thinkin should i fire or hold back on ammunition/
while your wig transitions/
my mission, is to step on ya faces like it was my persian rugs/
wit my lugz, then take of the label that u was a hardcore thug/
y'all dumbi shits got me wearin black gloves/
trying to step to me, i see the fear in ya eyes/
u gonna feel the pain like a grown man gettin circumcized/
look out, pardon my left, but my right hand's on yo throat, massagin u to death/
u lookin yo mirror, but i'm in yo window/
oh oh, u hear me erkel, ya blood will turn purple, like the collah, u hollah, bawlin for yo motha/

me and my boyz be rollin/
CB4 coalin/
the best in brakets, to track it, attack it/
hittin u wit dem best lines/
bomb ya land with them pess mines and tech 9's/
i come in with all the right components/
square root on my opponents like i was exponents/
i'll take u in any round includin the bonus/

ya u with the loud voice, posin like the top choice/
i make a hersch outta ya rolls royce

i leave niggaz wit gat wounds/
and pack em in cacoons/
i'm the type of nigga to cap u while ur prayin in yo chapel/

while i roll in the bentley's ya bitches be poppin wheelies/
i cross ya ass faster than malik sealy (god bless)
so now u know it's the cutless
don't try and step to this,
or u'll find ya lines and face covered my piss

i'm out, my bad it's so long

peace, waitin for reply

also, tell me how i did on this,

cutless