Your lyrics are worse than lil B's
(battle me)
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lockz is a beast bitch you ain no phenom
drop the ENCE and das where you ll b all pee'd-on///
any Cunt that wants to diss me will find em selves in the same position
so now im 6 ft above you now bury you alive so quit your silly little bitchin
you hang wit a bunch of faggots shadow you try and come on me so hard
ill fukin smash b4 you grab it lad put you in a home like a Spastic Retard
far from a phenom/you couldn't spit fire if I made you swallow napalm/i won't turn this into a roast/simply trying to hit my 50th post
Phenom and Bosnian, you're both getting a one or two day vacation for ignoring the rules, even after I just made a sticky addressing them. If it continues beyond that i'll have your posting privileges in this forum revoked. Follow the rules. Thanks.
Mantra you buddha motherfackin bitch
Middle fingers replying to you as I type this bit
Small cock syndrome, big man blocking privileges.
You can recycle my nut like eating squirrel shit
Your hysteric bitch got her third eye Jap-eye'd
Your Diction suck's, get your fact's right.
Your abstract life, can get blotted out with one stroke
I'm artistic in this text box, and your beyond hope
So it's a boot to your anus, until your mantra's on note
Study my diction like a Yantra, until dope.
Insults lame, cat has no direction
Wack emcee detection, only thing Trojan good for is protection on a dick erection
Kahn, keep your mouth shut before you get ear raped.
Get off the site, go back to porn and masturbate.
You grab lube and tell your friends your on a date.
While I screw the girl of your dreams and bury her in a different state.
I got gold duct tape since silence is golden.
You shouldn't have speak from sucking to much dick your mouth looks swollen.
Hit you with my royal flush flow and now your folding.
Bytch I'm raising while your molding.
Get embarrassed from this ass whooping, blame it on WhatsHisFace.
I'm more dope then weed and coke interlaced.
Battling me, is like taking a hit of me, your slowing down. Keep up with my pace.
And don't try to bite me bytch. You can't handle the fucking taste.
WhatsHisFace smells like cat cock and dog shit
and the only thing he got is an old ass condom in his wallet
he's prolly gonna respond like "im tired of these haters"
then sign off to jack off to the voice of Tyler, The Creator
My legs are iron while yours are matches when I'm popping you
if you ever a catcher, I'll leave you on the grass from dropping tool
Bitch I'll make you clean up after my waist
I mean you're heavy but not as heavy as my weight
I really doubt your gender, cause anytime you 'deliver' we always see a placenta
And lyrically you still very far from being clever
I'll snatch your sword from you and have your body parts dismembered
The sad thing is, you won't even be remembered
So while you out on exile, its gonna be me and your brenda together
Making love in any weather, however, wherever
She even said you too tender and i fucked too better
You such a bootlegger, so quit rapping and be a shoemender
Bitch you're getting heavy but you still wack
Cuz with that structure, we all know you deal crap
talking about dealing, Bitch you're never a thug
cuz if you ever were, I'll pop so much that I'll give no love
I'll get you body spin on the floor like a CD
beat me? I dont even have to say a word to body ya lady
Mic wise im a hazard, i'll beat you up and leave your skull battered
Bitch you aint my match, your weak bars are sub-standard
You still a toddler in this shit while im a soldier bringing heat
I'll leave you in a coma quick, tryin to fuck with an older G
So while you struggling to impress your bitch
I just laugh, cause you cant even get an erect penis