battle verse
aight man here is my verse. holla back.
Watch out ya'll!! School just broke out
Muthafuckas rapping sounding like their voice choked out
What the fuck ya'll about - ya too young to know
You don't even know what a bar is or even a hot flow
I know dough better than Pillsbury & it's real scary
More money more problems, like a bitch that's lip's hairy
Ain't no whack rhymer here, check your reflection
Lonestar bitch ass muthafuckas thinking of a wickitshit resurrection
The wickitshit is dead, just like ya raps
You don't know game, but I roll higher than craps
Fuck all your daps, peep this shit here
Now put your eyes to the screen & see this shit clear
LIMPDICKFEELA AIN'T NOTHIN BUT A BITCH
Hell, muthafuckas like u pobably ridin with a snitch
Man I should take it easy on him, hes whack- fuck that, I'll break him
I'm the creative inventor - peep my hot rhyme center
He wouldn't know sharp with his rhymes like rusted blades
With his high pitched voice, sounded like a fag who gots AIDS
I can destory this mothafucka in about 11 bars
Leave ya gaspin for air, like my rhyme's SARS
So step back bitch, 'cuz i'm bout to take aim
& i'm bout to blow up - uh oh - there goes the WORLD TRADE!!
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