Your hungry ass battles for a buck and some change There really be kids starving Dont Give a **** if it change Shock rap Not that You get signed you might blow up Release Party In Iraq. You might blow up I see you trying to think a few lines you might get at me with Slap happy with babies who’re born with crack in they cribs Too much to cram under you oversized titled And the public system failed you Either you ignore it or
Just a front jussa fronten wunten maybe a wanten or a wonton I just a don don you just a fawn fawn lets open the stereo lets open to very oh my gawd it's hideous it's insidious it's vindictively persnickety invariably anti hilarity jocular itty bitty bits n bites nibbles n bits n tits n shits from slits wristed n fisted double forearm blasted horse tastic boom bastic anti climactic psycho semantic? Semitic? Semiotic rhymes like biotica u dirt smut smuggelling trans festering erotica cyber for a fiver dropping lose from tha fiber opticonbravodica supercalestenalisticexpletiveatrocious I simply cannot rhyme with you your expediently precocious humble piddle diddle bum fiddle diddle wiggle wiggle wiggle riddle um diddle dumb ay?
You say it you spray it but the way you play it boy you best just prey it be a knock out cause you lock out with low lows and my high highs bright your eye lies they give you away and all I have to say is Slow flow repeat you're not even on beat Rhyme mix repeat you're tripping on whose feet? Swallow that pride give it a corse for actions for the horse reaction what you swallowed was hole and the load well your full bars unload full bars explode full bars you chode full bars get the ode You cuss and buss nuts n pray for trade winds but the day isn't kind to your requests for quick deaths your trade is not sanctioned This transaction is null and void KaW plays you not even employed Destroyed Enjoyed I did You Hope dope enjoy the slope at least no cure for the yeast u getn
What you pettin on? What you fretting on? Worried you need to be gettin gone? Gettin along? ZzZZzzZzz it's time to reap the pillow for potions and notions of continental drift Billions on opens trying to uplift Stupid looking face why are you so miffed? Aliens and flaily chins washing up on shore a Washington a Benjamin your mother is a four Let's drop the moms and the family this shouldn't matter free energy splatter When u sense not my meaning you sense not the pre screening of the meaning exposed to your higher self it knows to conspire against your wealth or lack there of knowledge regardless of college and privilege life is a little bed sleep in when you can cause its cold out there when u man
please, go back home and come up with some better words and stop mumbling out lines that suck more than anything i've ever heard how could u take on anybody, ur **** is fuckin weak against a new king of the streets on a fire hot streak listenin to your lines make me feel sick stop spittin on this mic please, spend that on your boyfriends dick!
Too twisted my words too open my meaning too vast the complexity too foreign the integrity too new the flavour too raw to savour your buds do taste but yourself do haste Open your eyes take it in let the nature fill your lungs with medicine let freshness be cool and soothing like north winds moving in damn just hit the wall tired as George Forman ko I'm out start to snorin be ignorin oh dear eyes you know the recipe humm along wind I love your melodies ️
Levite i spit rhymes so complex i could be responsible for a genius stump you wouldn't be hard if you had a ***** pump stop being afraid and get heart i'm the **** you ain't even a wet fart mess around with me get hurt you wouldn't have the hood behind you if you wearing a sweatshirt i'm the illest must i remind you wouldn't be **** if you came out a behind all these great lines they mergin fast please homie you know my rhymes tighter than a virgin ass i run the game you can't stop the owner you say you hard but can't even pop a boner no matter what i try to make a quick buck you a ***** homie how much for a dick suck cooking up rhymes like a kitchen you say you real but what you represent is fiction when it comes to these rhymes i'm a lyrical thug i'm so sick i couldn't be cured by a miracle drug
I'm half asleep countin sheep but u nutted in one now I gotta start over what tha deal!? don't make go cereal NO! I got no care for this you seem erious delirious mysterious and self proclaimed imperious falling asleep so fast no time to make it last sorry I'm what you're left with no one else wants to get blissed and blessed from your ill gotten jests your trunk of funk that smells like bunk skunk after it shrunk I know it's rap battle and your attacks are a trick but the proportion of your gear is becoming your predecessor careful not to prove the measure to clearly see through shields are open to the field G. Switch hitting from a rhyme perspective is an fine elective just keep it protective maybe selective you're right this night my lines aren't right but seems everyone else I'd done with your sheyet
Boo lol my bad that last one was so crappy I'm not even happy took forever to keep eyes open n the words well **** em they just broken