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'Pissu,

U are challenging me vet status and it has taken u more than 48 hours to drop your verse. . . .
Are u a serious challenger at all??
Anyways, i am not the type to run away from any challenge.


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This is your PRE-SENTENCE:
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I'm the man in a mask, with a camera n a flash
Matchbox & a gallon gas prancing on your grass
Munching on some twinky that i found in the trash
Eyes bloodshot from smoking a pound of the hash
Two minutes later you hear the sound of a crash
Followed by screaming from me slamming your Dad
With a hammer in hand i'm grabbing ya grandma n pounding her ass
Sauron, the sickest mind that Manchester's ever had
Demanding the cash, disagree?? I'm slapping him fast
I'm the guy in your dreams who arrives when you sleep
Sauron's like some kind of a freak, stalking the 'tired and weak'
Foes fry in defeat, just give me the mic n beat
I'll dice em in three when thoughts in my mind are complete
You're still stuck, trying to speak. . . .  I'm  the fire and heat
What you oughta do, is run before i turn to stomping you
Followed you home and let the motherfucking dogs on you
I wrote this while i was half-asleep so just pass the weed
[i]F[/i]uck the crack and speed i'll just have a blast and peace
I just belittle your existence with these intricate linguistics
You're too simplistic n spastic. . . .please trust ma instincts.
Stop battling the best around, just bring on the next clown
Pissu, suck up ya loss but make sure to vote for me in ma next bout.

LYRICAL MURDER -----SEASON 1

U never touch P flames like amputees permitted in Olympics
Abort ur weak rhymes i text battle to kill stick to critics
Sauron u aint a match up better light urself in a flaming gas
My flows hazard whats the after match result ur ass came last
I mum words i would gladly express ur death with a sentence
Nobody giving u praises like a lunatic preaching repentance
Watch me expose dis he-LovePeddler without pulling down d panties
U sick in the coffin i already red ur defensive like vigilanties
This must be atmosphere 4 miracle he droped a method diss(methodist)
Fool barren on punches he was on period wit a kiss from chris
Am the hardest in battle u ill on putting clips on ur girl's clitoris
U marked as vet and claim to be a ganstar with a name like delores
Take a Bow cauze u never brighten up our day like harmattan
Wild man kissing d milk can but u's just another attic fan
You aint getting no shine in this like a cut on your dome
Press to church of rome my punches leaves u in mental home
U abusing hip-hop u only wordplay in the game of poker
Got the cards checked put the joker P be the smoker
Aint ya mate cause u be losing more than blinds in black market
This murder have been shooting ur havoc in bracket

Alexpissu:

                  LYRICAL MURDER  -----SEASON 1

U never touch P flames like amputees permitted in Olympics
Abort ur weak rhymes i text battle to kill stick to critics
Sauron u aint a match up better light urself in a flaming gas
My flows hazard whats the after match result ur ass came last
I mum words i would gladly express ur death with a sentence
Nobody giving u praises like a lunatic preaching repentance
Watch me expose dis he-LovePeddler without pulling down d panties
U sick in the coffin i already red ur defensive like vigilanties
This must be atmosphere 4 miracle he droped a method diss(methodist)
Fool barren on punches he was on period wit a kiss from chris
Am the hardest in battle u ill on putting clips on ur girl's clitoris
U marked as vet and claim to be a ganstar with a name like delores
Take a Bow cauze u never brighten up our day like harmattan
Wild man kissing d milk can but u's just another attic fan
You aint getting no shine in this like a cut on your dome
Press to church of rome my punches leaves u in mental home
U abusing hip-hop u only wordplay in the game of poker
Got the cards checked put the joker P be the smoker
Aint ya mate cause u be losing more than blinds in black market
This murder have been shooting ur havoc in bracket

~Sauron~:

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This is your PRE-SENTENCE:
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I'm the man in a mask, with a camera n a flash
Matchbox & a gallon gas prancing on your grass
Munching on some twinky that i found in the trash
Eyes bloodshot from smoking a pound of the hash
Two minutes later you hear the sound of a crash
Followed by screaming from me slamming your Dad
With a hammer in hand i'm grabbing ya grandma n pounding her ass
Sauron, the sickest mind that Manchester's ever had
Demanding the cash, disagree?? I'm slapping him fast
I'm the guy in your dreams who arrives when you sleep
Sauron's like some kind of a freak, stalking the 'tired and weak'
Foes fry in defeat, just give me the mic n beat
I'll dice em in three when thoughts in my mind are complete
You're still stuck, trying to speak. . . .  I'm  the fire and heat
What you oughta do, is run before i turn to stomping you
Followed you home and let the motherfucking dogs on you
I wrote this while i was half-asleep so just pass the weed
[i]F[/i]uck the crack and speed i'll just have a blast and peace
I just belittle your existence with these intricate linguistics
You're too simplistic n spastic. . . .please trust ma instincts.
Stop battling the best around, just bring on the next clown
Pissu, suck up ya loss but make sure to vote for me in ma next bout.

Ibime, Kaydee, Chamotex, Mailmalc. . . . . . .Over to y'all guys to JUDGE.

~Sauron~:



Ibime, Kaydee, Chamotex, Mailmalc. . . . . . .Over to y'all guys to JUDGE.

Me nko