Ya bitch ass couldnt spit beef if you we're at lunch
You wanna talk 'bout Ali but you dont got 1 punch/
like athiests, in rapbattles you aint got no hope/
if u burnt ur hand wit haze u still wouldnt drop dope/
Ya bitch ass couldnt spit beef if you we're at lunch
You wanna talk 'bout Ali but you dont got 1 punch/
like athiests, in rapbattles you aint got no hope/
if u burnt ur hand wit haze u still wouldnt drop dope/
this is so dumb and in real life hes feminem
Didnt u read the rules bitch, 6 bars is minimum
u cant talk now caz u gotta learn how to listen
and close ur mouth caz u aint shit with ur dissing
Now whos ass do u think u be kissing
To bring u back from the grave, P was reported missing
Rules??? kid anyone of my bars is worth 20 of yours/
so spit all you want and ill still have you on all fours/
its all one sided this is not quid pro ro
n ill im doin is throwin keys like an angry piano/
see kid you rhyme too simple and you have no class/
you got popped like a pimple on some faggots ass
U aint no piano u make noise like a flute
when people here u talk they push mute
and this guy more oppressed then black people on roots
Fuck this gay Ray and his stupid piano
This guys chin is longer than Jay lenos
SO dont get ur gays mix up in ur rap
especially when ur the one with molested kid in ur lap
yo my glock works does yours bitch?
tell you what why not stop trying to rip
ur better off suckin on chemical P's dick
thats simp both yall can't box wit my shadow
u wouldn't be noticed if u had a show and luda did a cameo
retire your keyboard throw in your mouse, u gettin stomped bitch thats rite nubie in da house.............
time to pull my cock out your mouth so u can spit
or wait... this whole time youve been serious????
your still not spittin sick even wit ur gums infested
and we all know bitch you the only one gettin molested
Now little kid its about time for you to be folding
you cant type anymore with the multiple dicks u holding
someone get this power puff bitch out my sight,. i'm guessing chemical "P" is d secret recipe//
someone stab this bitch, put an end to this shit//
seen more flows in morse codes than this silly ho holding mics in stilleto's/
drank enough bullshit bitch ur time is up//
accept defeat like a loser, be a good sport//
wit "dead lyrics", an apparition rapping,. no wonder we never hear it//
u stand out like yao ming in a tub filled wit midget//
a weak pathetic excuse fo an existence.
.... bitch slap your dumb ass back to when rap made sense.
you might experience turbulence,. /
Come on! I leave for awhile and anutha child think he's tight*
iight...I'll cut off his lights cause what he writes aint hype*
Garbage as usual..must a blew a fuse or 2..ya styles doo doo*
ya flows wouldn't be sicc if they collected mildew*
I feel for you..and ya crew if anyone allowed you to join*
beat dat ass leave ya lookin for ya tail..like a two headed coin*
fo a minute,i thought u was rappin'//
but now fed up, like who let this crap in//
throw the towel in, cash in, its obvious fool you are loosing//
already lost it, provoked wit ya weak flow upset my stomach to spit sickenin//
been known since the beginning./
wit a sealed mouth, battle u wit sign languages bitch n still win
any one of yall niggas want to battle
Hey blazing Ghost I got a cocked gun aimed at mouth
U give oral sex to the barrel before I blow ur brain out
And dont call a nigga gay when u and P fucking butts
u both in ur house on wheels acting like trailer sluts
Fuck u both but not in the way u fuck each other
Caz it will be soon a third guy in there, I impregnated P's mother
Now it looks like u will have a little brother
And beat all ur asses to the ground with the tip of a golf putter
holla at me if yall niggas want to battle
Shut the Fuck up...stop posting to battle in the cypher
like a dream, in ya house, wit broken padlocks//
aimed at ya head, i'll show you how a glock works//
with clips that'll pierce thru ya fore's fores'//
like a guided missle, aimed at ya first fore//
from history, erase ya existence, till its past tense to speak of you/battlin minions from hades gates, trust me, its easy to banish u
i spit lethal, like doses of cyanide/blowing up like dynamite/
we in d streets bitch, round one, fight!!//
cremate souls n leave deceased missing like shant sung/
faggit hypnotised by my raps, musta gat his headsprung//
mad like i just stole his last twinkie//
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