71. Warren Peace vs. 72. Fine Print
 

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Good luck even though I am unaware if you will need it or not.

This clown isn't me, just so everyone knows. I'm 23-0, well 23-1 (4 bar loss) He won't make it anywhere near that.

Oh and I offer to write for anyone who goes up against him to make sure he keeps losing until he quits.

^ He never pretended to be you. Warren Peace .. War On Peace .. its just a play on words, he werent pretending to be you .. lol ..

Yes, he pretended to be me. Here's the name, don't speak on something if you don't know the facts Baron.

You dont know me. I was completely unaware that your handle was in any way similar to mine. "don't speak on something if you don't know the facts". Shouldve taken your own advice. Now, had you been a man about this, and not chose to act like an immature bitch, I wouldve gladly changed my name. But now, all hope for that is out the gone. I shall keep this name just to piss you off.


I invite you to write against me, although it would be a foolish decision, as you would fall into a deep depression from losing to the same 'newbie' week after week.

Lose to you, that would be the funniest comment I've ever heard. In fact don't make me post a verse in your match and I'm not even in it.

I'm submitting Fine Print's verse for him this week.

The Knight/King/Warrior picture

http://www.hunter.cuny.edu/classics/...compressed.jpg

The Raven:
"On a macabre Monday morning, a damp, dark n dreary day
I found a feeble figure… who wondered on his weary way
Not knowing I was merely prey.. for this tortured tired soul
Who’s prior stroll, was fast in nature until he eyed yer gold
He acquired parole, from a special pardon from the prince
And when released he worked in the castle garden ever since
Hardened n convinced, that u were the fault of his pain
And u’r son knew it all he planned the assault on u’r reign
Throwing salt in the vein, the cut ran deep in u’r firstborn
Never had time for him, so inside he’d keep the worst scorn
Willows wept on the eve of that cursed morn’, ur wife passed
and son was typecast on to a horrid road of life’s paths
That night’s draft, seemed to howl out wicked thoughts
And sickness wrought, uprising anger with which it brought..
A twisted scheme, to lift his king from his rightful thrown
In a frightful tone he ordered his men look for a spiteful drone
The guards obeyed in earnest u’r boy is a renowned speaker
Young prince stayed in sternness, n employed the groundskeeper
This man would be the key, the one’s grave who lays here
A colleague of Shakespeare, who helped with his plays gear
See he was a stagehand, one who handled props and perks
Popular with the ladies til a jealous husband mocked his work
He got berserk, his passion possessed his dark side behind the shell
Which entwined a hell, and this caused his mind to swell
He was confined to jail, but your son had this brand perfect
Until the plan surfaced, and a certain man heard this
back to that day saw this man and someone beside the vagrant was there
He pulled a pipe, the prince a knife, couldn’t believe this flagrant affair
Just then, a detective came, the man who knew the truth
and as the criminal pursued the sleuth; he pulled a knife and slew the youth
next the old man charged and he had no choice but to actually...
He had to take his life.. the second of the days casualties
So u'r majesty, i'm sure u'r all but glad to see the pictures greater
Your own flesh and blood turned out to be a vicious traitor

Take an L BITCH! Next week I'll really have time to write.

Oh and
Merry Christmas Fine Print.

No Show, I thought so. Change the name. You disgrace me.

www3 just sonned this kid lol

Double NS..


Warren its nice to see you back.. but this won't count since Fine Print was no where to be seen since he signed in...