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Blind battle? here it goes against who nobody knows will I win or will I lose that's up to the voting views your rhymes are so faded predictable, and belated while I keep it one hundred you niggas flows are out dated battle rappin' ain't shi** to it yal drinkin' my spittin' like fluid blastin' any takers come on and get this you can be the next one on the losin' list

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Randall Conklin

Date: 3/3/2017 8:13:00 PM

Poetry ain't words dribbled out on the fly, It's execution, prostitution of the me who am I. lettin loose my mongoose of thought provoking, while others be chokin , gettin all Seuss you just some cat in a hat, Philosophies of Socrates rap your brain around dat, Don't let dem big words confuse you, this all precludes you, from being 100, that's where you blundered, your rap just been plundered. :) word lol.....

Randall Conklin
Date: 4/29/2017 8:34:00 PM

I was impressed with yours too, It was worth the effort to reply. :)

Aunna Jones
Date: 3/4/2017 3:40:00 AM

That was.....soooo freaken awesome!!!!!!