I challenge Beto 916
- Thread starter carlos
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Battle me / baby boy
What the fuck were you thinkin'?
Your shitty ass rhymes /
got the whole net stinkin'
I ain't gotta tell you /
most of us think you are wack
Look at your posts / Mutha fucka
NO ONE GIVES YOU FEEDBACK!!!
Maybe some criticism, no positive responses /
that's 'cause everything you write is fuckin' GARBAGE!!
You're babbling nonsense /
You read too many Sources...
Tryin' to spit sick /
but your style just makes me nauseous!!
When you run up on a Vet /
better exercise some caution
'Cause shit could get bloody /
like a fuckin' abortion
This thread I'm scortchin' /
I'm leavin' it blazed /
Used to lead a life of crime /
now I make rhyme pay
Never sold any Yay /
but right now, to this day
I'll roll up on you anytime /
right there where you stay
No AK to spray /
These 16 Bars at your crib /
Make a clean get away /
Yeah, that's what I did
No. I might double back
Give you another 16 /
hot enough to crease your slacks
Toss the mic like a strapp /
serials scratched like a gat
Jump on the first thing smokin' /
headed back to Sac
Pilot gave me dap /
what'chu think about that?
'Cause I'm in first class chillin' /
with your girls head in my lap
I get love /
in any hood on the map
In a cipher circle /
blowin' purple in a swisher wrap
Another loss mutha fucka!!!?? /
Shit, How many is that!!??
Don't get mad BITCH /
I'm just kickin' the facts
Spewin' fire raps /
Defendin' my turf like Mexico /
when France attacked
It's in my blood /
you know my style
I'm celebratin' war mutha fucka!! /
it's Cinco de Mayo
What the fuck were you thinkin'?
Your shitty ass rhymes /
got the whole net stinkin'
I ain't gotta tell you /
most of us think you are wack
Look at your posts / Mutha fucka
NO ONE GIVES YOU FEEDBACK!!!
Maybe some criticism, no positive responses /
that's 'cause everything you write is fuckin' GARBAGE!!
You're babbling nonsense /
You read too many Sources...
Tryin' to spit sick /
but your style just makes me nauseous!!
When you run up on a Vet /
better exercise some caution
'Cause shit could get bloody /
like a fuckin' abortion
This thread I'm scortchin' /
I'm leavin' it blazed /
Used to lead a life of crime /
now I make rhyme pay
Never sold any Yay /
but right now, to this day
I'll roll up on you anytime /
right there where you stay
No AK to spray /
These 16 Bars at your crib /
Make a clean get away /
Yeah, that's what I did
No. I might double back
Give you another 16 /
hot enough to crease your slacks
Toss the mic like a strapp /
serials scratched like a gat
Jump on the first thing smokin' /
headed back to Sac
Pilot gave me dap /
what'chu think about that?
'Cause I'm in first class chillin' /
with your girls head in my lap
I get love /
in any hood on the map
In a cipher circle /
blowin' purple in a swisher wrap
Another loss mutha fucka!!!?? /
Shit, How many is that!!??
Don't get mad BITCH /
I'm just kickin' the facts
Spewin' fire raps /
Defendin' my turf like Mexico /
when France attacked
It's in my blood /
you know my style
I'm celebratin' war mutha fucka!! /
it's Cinco de Mayo
beto 916, wtf u been thinkin, thinkin ya shit is dope
i'd shit on ya wordz, make ya be on coke wit a knife by ya throat
i dont see a thang bout u bein good, ya meant to be trash
and if dey said u hella good, dey meant u hella good to be wack
so sad, i guess u aint notice dat shit ya bitch
compared to mines, im makin ya lyrics need stitches
ya dont wanna mess wit da hitman, leave u dead man
dey glad u dead cuz now ya hearin loud noises from da band
grab my ak DAM, im smellin a man hunt
cut u den leave u, leavin ya dead body stank farther den a skunk
ya need miracles if ya wanna beat da master
kill u wit speed dat ya still fightin goin thru me wen u didn't no u casper
fracture yo skullz by hittin u wit a veangance
from a bitch like u I'll beat wit a bat No limit
i'll let u have all my skills and ya still couldn't defeat me
ya born with yo weak mind wit my skills, doesn't make sense to me
ya need tight shit, dat can lyrically slice shit
i'll make ya feel so fuckin cold, lyrically gettin poked wit ice pikz
can't try it on me so try it on someone else
ya still gettin defeated, cuz u da enemy dat deserves to burn in hell
walkin thru hot rocks wit no socks on, when ya facin me
punishment dat u caused, ya wont be livin freely
i'd pop u in da shoulda, pistol whip u den make ya eat dust
Fuckin wit a cold hearted killa, wat im doin is a must
can't believe ya say im wack, ya really need to check yo self
and when u do after i beat chu, ya finally realizin ya needin help
my verbal lyrics are puttin holes in yo shit, ya wont be knowin wat to spit
cuz i'd run ova all of it, ya lookin at a born champion
who'z here to damage wit a rampage, beto wtf are u on?
ya spittin weak lyrics, ya livin ya life wrong
i'd shit on ya wordz, make ya be on coke wit a knife by ya throat
i dont see a thang bout u bein good, ya meant to be trash
and if dey said u hella good, dey meant u hella good to be wack
so sad, i guess u aint notice dat shit ya bitch
compared to mines, im makin ya lyrics need stitches
ya dont wanna mess wit da hitman, leave u dead man
dey glad u dead cuz now ya hearin loud noises from da band
grab my ak DAM, im smellin a man hunt
cut u den leave u, leavin ya dead body stank farther den a skunk
ya need miracles if ya wanna beat da master
kill u wit speed dat ya still fightin goin thru me wen u didn't no u casper
fracture yo skullz by hittin u wit a veangance
from a bitch like u I'll beat wit a bat No limit
i'll let u have all my skills and ya still couldn't defeat me
ya born with yo weak mind wit my skills, doesn't make sense to me
ya need tight shit, dat can lyrically slice shit
i'll make ya feel so fuckin cold, lyrically gettin poked wit ice pikz
can't try it on me so try it on someone else
ya still gettin defeated, cuz u da enemy dat deserves to burn in hell
walkin thru hot rocks wit no socks on, when ya facin me
punishment dat u caused, ya wont be livin freely
i'd pop u in da shoulda, pistol whip u den make ya eat dust
Fuckin wit a cold hearted killa, wat im doin is a must
can't believe ya say im wack, ya really need to check yo self
and when u do after i beat chu, ya finally realizin ya needin help
my verbal lyrics are puttin holes in yo shit, ya wont be knowin wat to spit
cuz i'd run ova all of it, ya lookin at a born champion
who'z here to damage wit a rampage, beto wtf are u on?
ya spittin weak lyrics, ya livin ya life wrong
YOU? / A cold harted killa? /
Please, I don't believe it /
You're 20 yrs old /
grew up on Bevis
I've been in the streets since '84 /
OG's were my teachers
Earnin' mo stripes than Sargeants in Adidas/ ridin' zebras /
Infected with the SICCNESS /
but I'm immune to diseases
I flow similar to slurpees /
the way your mind freezes
Boxcutter to your face /
lookit' your facial features
I'm Quarterbackin' this game /
while you watchin' from the bleachers
I put the guns away, mane /
Made a promise to Jesus
So now I keep a razor /
inside my sneakers
One slice will have you /
yellin' louder than speakers
On the floor shakin' /
like silent beepers
Move in for the kill /
put your ass in a sleeper
Pocket check you, fool /
then go buy some reefer
I got in your ass before /
now I'm a whole lot deeper
Come to Sac baby boy /
I would love to meet ya
Lemmie see what you got /
I'll leave your ass sleepin' /
right there on the spot
Talkin' bout AK's & GLOKS /
and all that "what not" /
When we know your ass is /
fruiter than blowpops
I'll pop off your top /
With my very last breath /
Back hand you with my right /
push your scalp back to the left
Doin' it movin' /
Jump back on my route
I fuckin' told you youngsta /
KEEP MY NAME OUT YOUR MOUTH!!!
Please, I don't believe it /
You're 20 yrs old /
grew up on Bevis
I've been in the streets since '84 /
OG's were my teachers
Earnin' mo stripes than Sargeants in Adidas/ ridin' zebras /
Infected with the SICCNESS /
but I'm immune to diseases
I flow similar to slurpees /
the way your mind freezes
Boxcutter to your face /
lookit' your facial features
I'm Quarterbackin' this game /
while you watchin' from the bleachers
I put the guns away, mane /
Made a promise to Jesus
So now I keep a razor /
inside my sneakers
One slice will have you /
yellin' louder than speakers
On the floor shakin' /
like silent beepers
Move in for the kill /
put your ass in a sleeper
Pocket check you, fool /
then go buy some reefer
I got in your ass before /
now I'm a whole lot deeper
Come to Sac baby boy /
I would love to meet ya
Lemmie see what you got /
I'll leave your ass sleepin' /
right there on the spot
Talkin' bout AK's & GLOKS /
and all that "what not" /
When we know your ass is /
fruiter than blowpops
I'll pop off your top /
With my very last breath /
Back hand you with my right /
push your scalp back to the left
Doin' it movin' /
Jump back on my route
I fuckin' told you youngsta /
KEEP MY NAME OUT YOUR MOUTH!!!
I responded back because your "tough talk." You make me laugh.
I'm just callin' your bluff.
You started this whole thing off callin' me a bitch and stuff, now I'm just gonna
keep on shittin' on you.
You wanna count votes? Go ahead..looks like it's 2-0
Do us all a favor....next time you post, come with some shit worth readin'.
I'm just callin' your bluff.
You started this whole thing off callin' me a bitch and stuff, now I'm just gonna
keep on shittin' on you.
You wanna count votes? Go ahead..looks like it's 2-0
Do us all a favor....next time you post, come with some shit worth readin'.
LOL u big dummy it's 2 0 cuz i didn't even start my 2nd verse and before i posted my 1st verse someone voted for u when they haven't seen mines...i wanted to battle someone so i randomly picked u i call anyone a bitch and please dont tell me ur gettin mad over the fuckin internet, ya think im callin u a bitch and takin it seirously, i know i started this first thats why it's called ''I want to battle someone''...im not even gona say shit til tonite Lol u can if u want though i'll be back at 9...
how many times do I have to tell you....I'm not mad.
all that bullshit you're kickin'...you could of writtin' a fuckin' verse.
i'm tryin' to learn you sumthin' youngsta, pay attention.
...pushing your buttons, hoping that will help you come w/ fire.
when you battle someone, you ain't supposed to be cordial and shit. this is a sport, and i'm
just trash talkin'...I hold no ill will for you, so.....with all that said..I'll give you the 4 hours you need to come up with some more of that garbage you call lyrics.
Peace
all that bullshit you're kickin'...you could of writtin' a fuckin' verse.
i'm tryin' to learn you sumthin' youngsta, pay attention.
...pushing your buttons, hoping that will help you come w/ fire.
when you battle someone, you ain't supposed to be cordial and shit. this is a sport, and i'm
just trash talkin'...I hold no ill will for you, so.....with all that said..I'll give you the 4 hours you need to come up with some more of that garbage you call lyrics.
Peace
