Godlike, I'm ready to begin our battle.

As soon as a I feel motivated enough to write my first verse, I will.

And by motivated, I mean as soon as I'm done gettin high. lol.

PS: It shouldn't be any later than, ah, I don't know, possibly 5 p.m. or 6 p.m. definitely tonight though. 

Here's my 1st 16. I couldn't get enough of the 'motivation' yesterday lol.

Even with receipts, this weak freak's never “ownin” a mic//

Godlike? I'll torture your offspring like a Roman Knight// (get it?)

Depsite what you might write, nobody likes your “type”//

So I'ma discard your phalanges through the monitor//

Gal, I'll lay yo crew down & have em seein stars like astromers// (Galielo man)

My prize is your demise, respect from vets is merely a bonus//

You beggin heaven for blessins, while I raise hell  like Cronus// (Father of Hades)

You need biblical rituals against my critical scripture//

And I'll frame yo brain in a glass pane till you get the picture//

I'm untamed & can't refrain from splitting your main veins//

I can make any expert's flesh hurt,  cause I spit propane// (haha get that?)

Grade level of this lyracist? I “see D” like blockbuster//

Obviously you A cocksucker, Because you Cannot muster//

Strength equal to my angst, so hurry & take Flight//

Or, do as my ancestors did, and hang tight// (I'm a negro btw)

This is deicide at its finest, my rhyme is Satanlike//

Man dat verse was krazy but if we kno one thing ur not a vet

godlike said:

here ya r

ur a joke in this league, i'll beat u till u turn red.. i'm settin the pace/
n i'd even clown you, but ur nose would jus blend wit the rest of ur face/
ya chicks a disgrace, u be takin fat bitches to new awesome heights/
ur bitch isn't a ovaltine, she's round enuff to fit all of king arthur knights/
i wear the big pants in this shit, n self just a fake ass hoodlum/
cuz i'm sure if i cut him some slack.. he'd try to pass off as muslim/
u not real fam n we kno this, havin to explain shit is a no no../
so don't try to make ur point clear, u'll be losin that after i give u this KO/
but i'm the figure u should look up to, so just admit ya writing is trife/
..cuz dope ideas are like his father.. alex never had one in his life/
lets make this a date delarg, but how u think u harmin me geek/
when if i ever need to take out my comp.. you'd will be starving for weeks/
im old school when i trash kids, a solid punch will stop what ya feel/
..leave'n him wit such a numskull, luniz 'll put 5 on his hospital bill/
godlike drop ill on the real, n wit relationships i thought self would fail/
..so who woulda ever knew my fist n ur face would connect so well/

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homie aint sick when he spit, golike's head huntin makin the hit../
creeping threw n gettin sideswiped.. n didn't even damage my whip/

i'm healthy wit this, n still gonna bash his head till the shit thud's/
even considered ur health.. so i'll just leave alex in his own blood/

fuck that Imagination, you suck n there's no Hope for ya clever trash/
you make Beleive.. a word a whack bitch like you should NEVER have/

timing's worse, pickin up fat chicks to date with those kind of Curves/expectin romance.. but I doubt even Lovehandle's a bitch the size of her/

big girls ya date dig seafood.. I thought ya been bluffing enough/
if ya ever pulled a Muscle.. she'd be chasin after it hungry as fuck /   

no escaping this vortex, your shit's looking bad n I'm jus rating ya forces/
with verses that Rough the PGA could use it to landscape their courses/
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aking this battle lightly. bitch Add up a loss, it'll work so get trashed/
for him it's easy as Pie.. n well, he's always struggled with Circles in Math/ 

nobody like you if they say different their sure to pretend/  homie ur being surrounded n that duznt count as a circle of friends/