Biggz vs Bayzhe
- Thread starter MrDontGIVEaFUCK
- Start date
well what do we have here??
Ain’t no magician dont call me david coperfeild, but i can pull card tricks-
even with a viagra overdoze jackin off to porn you still aint had a hard dick-
You know you are here to suck my dick, after i nut kiss-it-
Label you my bitch, post up your verse and damn right i'll diss it-
Just cuz you beat Fatal don’t feel Special. in my view you still are disrespected-
Heat is brung, smoke in the lungs lava on the tongue.... maybe you are misconcepted-
if you had your 3 dimensionally glasses you still couldnt see this battle comprehension-
Not to mention: your weak, Biggz vs. Bayzhe its more like a giant vs midget convention-
you’ll get stomped and romped on.. cry for you life now your eyes are teary-
you hear me? i’m the LEGEND you juss weary... you lose is the answer, no theory-
claim ya set i’m slippin with techs, in siccness battles i’m rippin this text-
dippin whats next you pissed off at me with a homemade tape with your hoe...hittin eject-
spittin so hot.. makin you feel you bout to erect.. use you liek FORD as a "TEST DUMMY"-
you think you always comin tite, shits fiction.. aint no one the BEST ABOVE ME-
now you readin this givin you nightmares... screamin to ya mom i had a scary NIGHT-Dream-
both ya hoe and yourself wake up wet... its my white cream... ready for war... strap up my fight team-
go ahead and “switch ya pose” i’ll be there at 8 to pick up ya remains bitch wheres my rose?
Ain’t no magician dont call me david coperfeild, but i can pull card tricks-
even with a viagra overdoze jackin off to porn you still aint had a hard dick-
You know you are here to suck my dick, after i nut kiss-it-
Label you my bitch, post up your verse and damn right i'll diss it-
Just cuz you beat Fatal don’t feel Special. in my view you still are disrespected-
Heat is brung, smoke in the lungs lava on the tongue.... maybe you are misconcepted-
if you had your 3 dimensionally glasses you still couldnt see this battle comprehension-
Not to mention: your weak, Biggz vs. Bayzhe its more like a giant vs midget convention-
you’ll get stomped and romped on.. cry for you life now your eyes are teary-
you hear me? i’m the LEGEND you juss weary... you lose is the answer, no theory-
claim ya set i’m slippin with techs, in siccness battles i’m rippin this text-
dippin whats next you pissed off at me with a homemade tape with your hoe...hittin eject-
spittin so hot.. makin you feel you bout to erect.. use you liek FORD as a "TEST DUMMY"-
you think you always comin tite, shits fiction.. aint no one the BEST ABOVE ME-
now you readin this givin you nightmares... screamin to ya mom i had a scary NIGHT-Dream-
both ya hoe and yourself wake up wet... its my white cream... ready for war... strap up my fight team-
go ahead and “switch ya pose” i’ll be there at 8 to pick up ya remains bitch wheres my rose?
Wow... Sucks to be you...
ha... i feel sorry for you almost...
cuz this is gonna hurt you...
This kid isn’t shit, I’ll definitely win ‘gainst this bitch//
His rhymes are seedy like the trees in his signature pic//
You can’t compete; my shit is straight off the meter//
Mr. Don’t Give A Fuck must not give losses, either//
Round one was playtime; you scrapped with xcalibur//
But you aint ready for the big guns; I’m strapped with X calibers//
You need a bit more training before you’re bringing it my way//
I got more consistent lines than an interstate highway//
Cuz when it comes to spitting nice and laying dope lines//
I’ve shown more cats the exit than road signs//
This battle is one mountain that you won’t climb//
I’ll tell you right now you’ll never make the top//
Cuz this kid could never hike up like ankle sox//
You were never meant to be in this hiphop shit//
You got short arms; the game has thick pockets//
People say you’re overrated and I’ll tell you the same//
Your record could only make two G’s from spelling your name//
You put the R in Rap? Shit, son, that’s all you can say? //
I say you put the Mic in the Closet and then just call it a day//
Figured you’d have a tourney, and take a place for yourself//
But you won’t get moderator votes; your name isn’t Stealth// (haha, just playin, no harm)
You should just no-show; this week you should skip town//
Voted against me last time in hopes you wouldn’t see me this round//
I’d go to your performance, rip you while the audience stares//
The only bitches at your show would have followed me there//
Fuck a win; you aint got much of anything under your belt//
Fantasizing ‘bout other rapper’s girls; you can’t get one for yourself//
You get the girls and pussy? That’s funny, please, killer//
We all know your bitch ass has to spank more than LeeZilla//
This isn’t a fair fight; we knowing I’mma just bury you//
You’ll get mad once I thrash you, and won’t follow the tourney thru//
Stop checking like you’re hard, you can’t contend with mine//
This time, you’ll be on the other side of that ten to nine//
But it’ll be much worse, now I’ve taken yet another life//
Cuz you couldn’t even the spread with a fucking butter knife//
let them cards fall...
i got a good feeling about this hand...
muahhahahaha
ha... i feel sorry for you almost...
cuz this is gonna hurt you...
This kid isn’t shit, I’ll definitely win ‘gainst this bitch//
His rhymes are seedy like the trees in his signature pic//
You can’t compete; my shit is straight off the meter//
Mr. Don’t Give A Fuck must not give losses, either//
Round one was playtime; you scrapped with xcalibur//
But you aint ready for the big guns; I’m strapped with X calibers//
You need a bit more training before you’re bringing it my way//
I got more consistent lines than an interstate highway//
Cuz when it comes to spitting nice and laying dope lines//
I’ve shown more cats the exit than road signs//
This battle is one mountain that you won’t climb//
I’ll tell you right now you’ll never make the top//
Cuz this kid could never hike up like ankle sox//
You were never meant to be in this hiphop shit//
You got short arms; the game has thick pockets//
People say you’re overrated and I’ll tell you the same//
Your record could only make two G’s from spelling your name//
You put the R in Rap? Shit, son, that’s all you can say? //
I say you put the Mic in the Closet and then just call it a day//
Figured you’d have a tourney, and take a place for yourself//
But you won’t get moderator votes; your name isn’t Stealth// (haha, just playin, no harm)
You should just no-show; this week you should skip town//
Voted against me last time in hopes you wouldn’t see me this round//
I’d go to your performance, rip you while the audience stares//
The only bitches at your show would have followed me there//
Fuck a win; you aint got much of anything under your belt//
Fantasizing ‘bout other rapper’s girls; you can’t get one for yourself//
You get the girls and pussy? That’s funny, please, killer//
We all know your bitch ass has to spank more than LeeZilla//
This isn’t a fair fight; we knowing I’mma just bury you//
You’ll get mad once I thrash you, and won’t follow the tourney thru//
Stop checking like you’re hard, you can’t contend with mine//
This time, you’ll be on the other side of that ten to nine//
But it’ll be much worse, now I’ve taken yet another life//
Cuz you couldn’t even the spread with a fucking butter knife//
let them cards fall...
i got a good feeling about this hand...
muahhahahaha
