~~~Rules and Regulations~~~ -The rapper listed first goes first. -Each rapper must spit a pair of 12 line verses, alternating Rapper A-Rapper B-Rapper A-Rapper B. -24 hour time limit on each rap starts when the previous rap (or the topic itself) is posted -After the final verse has been posted, there will be a 36 hour voting period. Please bold your votes. -You can’t vote on your own match. -As always, keep the player hatin' to a minimum (includes rallying). -Extensions may be allowed on a discretionary basis. -In case of a tie at the end of the voting period, there will be a tiebreaker round. See discussion topic for details.
Now I'm the drug of the verbal injection. the high point of cerebral intervention. Could call it mythical, a new reality Showing with lyrical what you need to believe
Names CC. I'm causing your elevation. Skip the beat, now pausing, heart palpitation. call it irregular, a change to how you see. Down to molecular, I got all that you need.
You can call me the cause for your addiction. and also the cureall for your condition. Call it a miracle, but nothings ever free Pay with your life in full. This match belongs to me.
imagine my elation when you cause my elevation send my thanks out to carl, now atop the rap nation! you're sweet dee in the bar, think there's sexual tension combat rappin's 'bout effective as a frank intervention. he did mention that his stench can make your heart skip a beat. my catan city's elite, your econ's devoid of wheat. easily you i defeat, and i advise that you revise a disguise would be unwise my lyrics stab like their spy's. not quite a lethal dose, your drug's prescription for babies my bite considered gross, my rap's infectin' with rabies. take a hint from my name, good to know when you should flee else you'll start settin' new records: rap's MWE.
-- Virtue - "You don't need a reason to help SuperNiceDog."
Keep your head in the clouds or else you'll suffocate. Do you dread what you found? Does it make your nerves ache? Best be dead, safe and sound, can't feel your body break. Life you lead, while renowned, known for what you forsake
If you're going below, then I'm the undertaker. I'm leading with the flow, bringing you to the maker. Since all you got to show are the rhymes of a faker. So to keep you down low, let this serve as an anchor.
You spit like an animal but you got no poison. And rap from a manual, over your words, choking. My work is infailable, that's what I'm composing. With your wretched audibles, your own lie exposing.
in the clouds i laud, revered simply as a god whereas your approach is flawed, can't even high five the todd we can see through your facade, hated like a non-"tre"y mod red shifter would still applaud, as you re-injure your quad. odd, but your fans barely cheer, write raps damagin' as leer couldn't get cokes to endear, if you were his favorite beer while i spit simply sincere, end matches like goldberg's spear it's quite clear that you show fear, i'm rap's user of the year. here, i'm loved more than tactics, fantasize you choke on d***s finally a healthy nicks, your rap: a late game pick six, while i put on rap clinics, can't be killed like a phoenix choice to skim your faux lyrics? rather read sir chris fanfics.
-- Virtue - "You don't need a reason to help SuperNiceDog."