I'll leave you bleeding you gay prick... you're broke? then get payed bitch
If Spit wasn't a boy growing up... he'd have had nuthin to play with
A win puts cash in ya pocket so your run? watch me stop it
Because change is inevitable... unless I'm taking $pits wallet
So keep the cash, you need it, pitiful prize means more to you
I could spread one verse across a season... and win more in 1-2
Take young boys under your wing?
..... everyone's wondering what's a matter man
Now I'ma drive you up the wall, so no need for Lay's Batarang
I'll slap this fag and scorn him, crack your chest till it falls in
The only freestyle this bitch's got is getting dressed in the morning
I bought ya shit now I'm in Last Word, what positions are we hit with?
I'm the brains and $pits the muscle..
.....that you use to snap your shit with
You weren't the first man created.. so please don't act like it bitch
But $pit turn over a new leaf?... we'd just all laugh at his dick
All that was really nice shit, man...
barely made the deadline. strainin so hard I was almost blinded
when I went to check ya chin. n' spent an hour tryin ta find it
jesus ya wack. n' I almost didn't show up to dead the match
I just kept starin at ya picture.. waitin for ya head to hatch
I'd make a crack at you havin cancer, but it's probably true
I should be facing feeble minded. but I guess feeble bodied'll do
I tear at ya neck. say what you want, I don't care I'm the best
n' hoe I'll smash ya head down so far it'll put hair on ya chest
you ain't got the endurance to run this, so just quit rappin
never forget ya weak. cuz even memory lapse would leave you gaspin
now bow to the great baby. n' fag you could just stay hating
hoe I only B-friended you, cuz you weren't worth the A rating
Real fuckin close...
I got Spit by one bar, and one bar alone.
Good shit, people.
But I swear, that line by Com...
"If Spit wasn't a boy growing up, he'd have had nothing to play with"
I'm almost positive I heard Benny Hill throw that in a song years and years ago. Com, you sneaky Brit, you!