first of all how u have a name like war zone lets time i heard of war zone it was on wrestling WWF wrestling game second of all you spit first and third of all u bring it BITCH
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ayo cmon man u better leave or i might aswell leav ya,
im only spittin 5 lines cuz it doesnt take much to beat ya//
i see u as a shit rappa target oh bitch i better hit him,
u battling a war zone bigger then bush wit terrorism//
dog ima make u feel like the letter "H" its a blear,
dog like i said letter H the middle of nowHere//
im the the new kid on the site its like no1 wanna battle me they all wanna run,
ur like popidoc from 8 mile but u never had a gun//
man dont even try to diss me,
cuz i wont feel ur dissis like bullets through 50//
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warzone, u spit lines mroe scary then exorcism, what tupe of a phonys name involves terrism, you talking about wars, when you aint even a pussy you a kitten, writing like some gangsta with words you written, man you fucking senseless even worse ur defenseless, man when i spit rhymes i put rap in its prime, when i spit rhymes i make you look like a mime, i jsut need some time to light the fuse, on the mic i gotta abuse and be harrasing i aint no ordinary rapper im a lyrical assasion, u wanna talk about bombs, ak,s, and clips and lead, i dont need no weapons for you i use my rhymes instead (u lil cunt)
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cmon dog ur shit no 1 is ur bro ur alone,
ur mom blows me more then my war zone//
dog u aint no gangsta neither is a brother,
u cath me and ur mom and ur like"war zone plz get of my mother"//
we are spittin to ryhmes ur talking about fighting,
ur saying ur spittin on the mic but this site is all about typing//
man im the realist rappa on this site u no u WANNA BE me,
y u saying ur whiteout i BET u took it from B.E.T//
just remember this is war zone,
ill give u three bucks so u can get a better war drobe//
man stop thinking about a loaded clip,
after this battle ull be RIP//
its take u time to reply to this maybe even days,
in my second last line it means ur getting rip both ways//
rest in peace motha fucka
and u got ripped
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battlin an inferior specimen, with extraordinary levels of estrogen//
run over like a pedestrian, tryin to cross the border, a common mexican//
should of stuck to poetry, write simple sonnets and plays//
invloving your species, closet concealed gays//
got respect for ya rhymes, written by ghost writers//
War Zone in german translates to notorious rhyme biter//
you claimin to be a nazi, then i'm the whole ally force//
i'm the f**kin a-bomb straight on blaze course//
'm the alpha and the omega, the beginning and the end//
annihilating practicers of sinning, with a simple stroke of my verbal pen//
another poet now registered as deceased, no talent when it came to flowin on beat//
take a seat, relax and and accept ya second defeat//
Conjugate lyrical forces, you want to talk sh*t, check your sources//
I’ve schooled rappers with spiritual courses, the hate of 100 divorces//
Blast past so fast it won’t even disrupted the bullsh*t shadow you cast//
You’ve got flow, but your rhymes are half assed, we don’t even contrast//
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dirty dawg wanna battle me he just spits to it,
my rhymes r much more gangster then ur tahts why they flow through it//
use a nerd u call urself a thug so i just call it a nerd thug,
dog u using words that u hanvnt even heard of,
im beetin u easly so i might aswell thank ya,
u use the thesorius to look up more highly words just to sound more gangsta//
man stop saying words we never hurd of it get the meaning and u cant tell shit,
ya ur name is dirt "DAWG" thats how the EXCO spells it//
i guess ur a little momas boy cuz u spell fuck and shit like f**ck and s**t//
man i dont no were the ur names comes in to play as the dirty,
u wear exco all my clothes are shady, roca wear and jerseys//
u say this is my second loss and how many have i had? about 30//
man ur rhymes make no fkn sence,
so start gettin together ur offence//
cuz we all no no fake rappa is gettin past my defence//
im writin my shit high smokin fat weed with it as my tighten dimes,
u aint no rappa or gangsta cuz u say "sh*it" so u must think weed is a crime//
u sayin the bittn shit is mine,
u dont no wat ur words mean cuz u probly bitin the lines//
so all us gangstas better stop killin and start farely fightin,
u would be happy if i said u was only barely bightin//
but its not my fault u try to hide u bite more then mike tyson//
stop trying to be the best and rap about urself what is lo-poverty,
man we still dont understand y u talking about pedestrians, u should go back to ur gay ass po-etry//
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