Well damn that was fun while it was going But it's about to start snowing If you think that verse sent chills down my spine Your about to be frozen in time With these verses I spit All I can think about is how I can fit All the things I have to say into one last statement Here wanta tic tac Cuz this is the fact I'm better than you am we all know it So sit back down boy And let the rest of kaw Tell you what I have been trying to this whole time So buddy here is a bottle of rum And tell me who do you think won?
Milky think he hard trying 2 diss me Thinking he grown now? But he aint really want no throw down Son, I only take head shots, I’m like a photographer Come to my salon, the pistol the comb, and im the barber Son I got more paper than a file cabinet I’ll leave you with the biggest cut, unfit for a bandage This kid think he hard, but he live in a mansion Son, I hold a pistol to him, and watch him start dancin Better watch these styles, when I flip these Or I’ll leave, your body rocked with more holes than Swiss cheese Rhymes, son, I’m always down to recite You think you down to fight? Tell your mans wat type of flowers you like What type of tux wat you wanna wear, black or white? Better say good night, get ready for your casket life I'm like an angel, bout to take flight, but before I go I'll make sure to bring you a night light
Milky don't test me, cuz there aint no telling wat I might do next When I recite rhymes, they shoot right through vests Through your mind which stores your rhymes I’m about to explore, give me any beat, I’ll break it down to the core I come equipped with lyrics that stress MC’s They all mad, cuz I’ve reached a point where the rest can’t be I got it made, like Special Ed did back in the day I aint like all the MC’s rapping for air play Listen to the different descriptions as I flip scriptures The rhymes I deliver will help ya get the big picture Cuz my lyrical comprehension is in another dimension
T rex and divineshadow What y'all *&%$@s playin for? showed up to the rap olympics And scored as good as yolo's metaphores So basically you got nothing Like an alcoholic homeless man Living out of a box wishin He had enough money for food stamps Oops oh no i did it Yup i just did it again Lettin my raps get all political Like i aint playin on here with kids Like the messages i'm deliverin Aint fallin on deaf ears Maybe the problem is education And maybe they can hear What if they just dont wanna Like ignorance is bliss Like when yolo says hes winning this thing But everyone knows he's #&%$
You going all political I'm going poetical You throwing you lyrics at me like I'm a price of crap You should look in a mirror son as see who staring back And study his ass As he try's to keep his lips moving fast This was my first time rapping Just trying to get my wings flapping To start beating the big dogs Started with a lot now only a few come out of that fog As I sit here and spit these lyrics I see your armor is starting to get nicks All the insults I'm throwing are starting to wear And you are being drug along by your hair For a first time rapper I'm pretty damn smooth As I look at that demon I move All I have to do is let him go And you will end up like yolo Who's own name lies As he keeps trying to fly After we killed him fourteen hundred times
You ask me why im playin burn? Im the real king Yoloking thinks hes the **** but hes probably using bing Im spittin out these lyrics like im the champion O wait, i am so its time to do some 2 on 1 Thats right, ill take out both of you yolo and burn Im gonna burn you up and put your ashes in an urn With some help from another first time rapper i'll be killin you And youll be askin everyone when they "cheer" for you why they say boo
And to have a guy who can't rap Come up and show you where your at On my list of hits In this battle of wits Once enemy's now friends We have made amends Now turn on you too Burn, get ready to see a side of me you never knew Cuz this is me and I am him and he is you And get ready yolo cuz your on the list too
You think your all cool with your flack-jacket I see your face and i come n smack it You say you got skills, but you got none I shoot you wit the Double-Barrel shotgun I feel like an onion cuz i make noobs cry They all sad cuz my score's so high I got the semtex it's bangin' like sec and I'm stompin down the map like a fuckin T-Rex I drop the bomb with the napalm-strike Bo biz on this mothafuckin tight-ass mic Yeah I'm using mothafuckin cuss words I don't give a flyin' **** ya heard! Using the sam-turret shoot down yo black bird The damn thing drops down like a turd I screw up these hoes like a D-Walt Your scores small like salt
Yeah *****, pop you like a pill Flyin' the gunship gettin' multi-kills Fuckin campers! I know where they went they're all hidin' inside of a tent They think they're the **** in their hiding place but my big fat boot is goin up their ace My dogs are comin' to take a big, fat, smelly ass, **** on their face!!! Holy **** I'm sick of CAMPERS! They fight like babies wearin' pampers Yepp i just took your care-package In the eyes of my dogs you snackage! Click-Clack-BOOM I'm on a RAMPAGE The only way I'll die is from old age I'm like a virus that never stops killin' these fools on BLACK OPS!
Dopey you suck just leave can't understand Hal of your rap cuz it's stared out. Hell you might even be good if you would just make it readable ^not a rap just a comment
All you talk about is cod Its kinda sad you fraud Quit playing console games All consoles are a shame To the universe of gaming Now at your head im aiming With my ak47 ill be killin you And for the one round i shoot ill be billin you O wait, you dont got enough money for that You spend all your money on food, we all know youre fat
Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug If you feel the urge to freak, do the jitterbug Come and spread your arms if you really need a hug.
Uh oh, Static back with a passion. Back to trash, yolo when he's rappin. I have a stash of attack, if u slackin! Plus a gat and a mask like assassins. I'm back on tracks, yea I'm mackin! I don't relax on rap, I just tax it. Yolo knows he's whack, so just ask it? Got his ass kicked, by Milky and Static. Man I been classy, writing like an addict. Every bar a classic. Gladly , I just have it. Just a fanatic, yolo, rappin is a habit! You only live once but Static is everlastin. So ask them, is it drastic for u to match it? Yes its tragic. I'm in the background laughin!
Static when I’m in the booth, I only spit the truth, to diss you My rhymes is missiles that shoot through your tissue My raps is like gymnastics I’ll back flip you I might smack or kick you, pistol whip you You don’t wanna **** with me, after ive smoked an ounce of weed I’ll leave your head cracking like sun flower seeds Ask anybody, even your mans say I’m crazy Cuz I just ****** your girl after the ambulance lady My rhymes is hotter than hell’s kitchen N!gga quit talkin, who the hell you dissin? F@ck all these fools who saying they ride or die When I kick ****, got they foaming out they mouths like cyanide When I’m high, you can either switch sides or hide I majored in street chemistry, call me Bill Nye the Science Guy
Static you feel the need to challenge me? Good that means I can finally trash for real this time. Ooooooh this is sooooo exciting!