I don't think homos eat each other's organs from within each other...

It's a rather homosexual thought. Anyway , let's get the public opinion on our verses. Like , an out of ten for flows, jabs , counter jabs , topics , and transitions

Question my abilities, then virginity?... After spiting world of Warcraft?/ I'll slice you in half/ cannibalistic wrath/ do the math/ Two dead niggas equals my dinna/ It's easy to see, I don't need to spit more disses, to know I won this/ But I will, just to show who's king of the hill/ I sense your fear of us/ Now I'm getting serious/ Your like a b*tch on her first period/ I give em' nightmares, from Alaska to cape fare-/-well, My only job is sending b*tches, like yourself, to hell/ I'll find all those with your DNA/ Send them down Satan's way/ Your lyrical skill is limited to calling me gay?/ You lack the smarts to counter-diss my bars/ I can already tell your a f*cking retard/ You call me homophobic, then say I'm gay?/ F*ck your soldiers! I'm the disease in your lungs/ The doubt in religious monks/ I don't need a tongue, to have you at the end of my gun/ There's reasons why I'm "number one"/ Everything you say I turn around/ I opened the pound/ release the blood hounds.../

The city of Istanbul/ outnumbers your country, mongol/ And Israel could easily enslave' em' all/ You claim they give to defeat, but then give up to me/ Annex your homeland/ Leave em' to starve on the road, man/ I'll shit on all these whack clans/ Glad you zipped before I sewed your mouth/ I'll meet you down the deep "south".../ I own the nation you can't conquer/ The kingdom of hell-fire/ I could be right behind you/ I see humans as food/ Mentally insane, that's true/ I've reached the peak like king-kong/ The throne belongs to who's strong/ You aint a f*ckin killa/ I'll stomp you out like a gorilla/ then b*tch slap Attila/ Pistol to the curtain, there's no certain where I could be lerkin'/ I'm the story told at camp fires/ You know, Freddy, Jason, Myers/ First I'll blow your tires/ Lost children flyers/ All works of Fan the slice n' dicer/

Like the Romans who crucified Jesus/ "O god save us!"/ Thus, We all have devilish lusts/ Mine happens to be cutting guts/ and dragging the bodies into dark alleys/ That's what happens when you've sold the soul/ When you give into greed for it all/ Genghis will have his second fallING/ decapitating royal kINGs, there aint' no tellING/ What I'll do next, crack necks and kill your friends? All my rhymes, b*tches, and diss transitions are TEN!

EDIT: Pace Flow: fast

Edited 5/25/2014 02:59:23

Last one. To balance out the verse count.

Agreeable, despite you took the first shot, I took the bait and we can consider that the first real verse of the battle.

I don't think you can really rate the flow without actually hearing it...