At 5/16/12 02:48 PM, Scuare wrote:
some ol trippy shit about me
Scuare, don't tell me my motives. First off, go back and read. I admit everything. I tell you hell yea I want to win. However, ain't nuthin fuckin calculated to give me the fuckin "advantage." If anything, all the wannabe thug judges will call me a pussy for whinin like a bitch and vote AGAINST me.
Everything I wrote was because I fuckin felt like writin it because it was true to me. My competitive juices get goin and that's how I express myself. Call me a bitch, fuck you. I'll match anybody where it counts, songwriting ability. Beats, rhymes, whatever. That's what we're here for, ain't it? Everything else is BS.
I'm a competitor. I compete. This is me in competition mode. Deal. If we meet up, I'm comin at you the same damn way.
Go back and read again. I also said, THIS TOPIC IS CLOSED FOR ME, let the battle speak for itself. I said what I had to say, nobody is gtn DQ'd, the battle's not close Gas contradicts himself like Mitt Romney in all his verses, and that's that.
It is good that the discussion got started tho, cuz a deadline is a deadline. You don't meet deadlines, you don't do well in competition. However, AGAIN, I have stated my point. Nobody's gtn DQ'd. So let the battle speak from here on out and quit callin me out when I've been nothing but honest in this whole thing.