I'll go first cause I'm pimp like that...
Round 1? nothin to it, round 2? took care of that/
Round 3? lyrical jab knockin you out with a paragraph/
Cyrus who? I never even knew you existed/
I don't see ya name on my hitlist but best believe ya gettin listed/
Snatchin ya wallet but all I find is food stamps/
So I'm all up in ya face like drill sergents at boot camps/
I'm gonna teach you a lesson so listen up real good/
Juan's fist + Cyrus's face = hospitalization...understood?/
You need it pretty badly so I'm wishin you luck/
How you gonna win a spit battle when all you can do is suck/
Juan Milli runnin amuck wit double barrel shotguns drawn/
Bout to blast ya ass to the losers circle...you shoulda withdrawn/
Fuck your Nobles, that's the past Juan Million's the present/
I deliver my lyrical gifts so you don't forget who sent it/
I'm relentless on my assaults, your rhymes are just a bore/
You said it yourself, you're comin more faulty than before/
Anyone who wanna step in my path will get that ass lit like candle wicks/
Don't believe me? Just ask Kill-A-Hoe and BIGGZ/
I pound you as I surround you...no avoiding defeat/
I'm crossin ya name off my list...MISSION COMPLETE/
GAME OVER!
Round 1? nothin to it, round 2? took care of that/
Round 3? lyrical jab knockin you out with a paragraph/
Cyrus who? I never even knew you existed/
I don't see ya name on my hitlist but best believe ya gettin listed/
Snatchin ya wallet but all I find is food stamps/
So I'm all up in ya face like drill sergents at boot camps/
I'm gonna teach you a lesson so listen up real good/
Juan's fist + Cyrus's face = hospitalization...understood?/
You need it pretty badly so I'm wishin you luck/
How you gonna win a spit battle when all you can do is suck/
Juan Milli runnin amuck wit double barrel shotguns drawn/
Bout to blast ya ass to the losers circle...you shoulda withdrawn/
Fuck your Nobles, that's the past Juan Million's the present/
I deliver my lyrical gifts so you don't forget who sent it/
I'm relentless on my assaults, your rhymes are just a bore/
You said it yourself, you're comin more faulty than before/
Anyone who wanna step in my path will get that ass lit like candle wicks/
Don't believe me? Just ask Kill-A-Hoe and BIGGZ/
I pound you as I surround you...no avoiding defeat/
I'm crossin ya name off my list...MISSION COMPLETE/
GAME OVER!
From the dead.. he arises…
Aye yo.. one.. two… three..
I Burrow lead splinters under yo flesh, want a HIT list?
Declaration of independence, penned in blood on your lips,
When I whoop your ass silly like nitrous hits,
So keep ya HanCock, Lock, stock, body rock,
When my jaws unlock I make a bitches heart stop,
Cardiac, killed you as soon as my lips smacked,
And kept fuckin you up, lyrical necropheliac,
As for your style, where’d you jack it, bet ya cant back it,
blast a drill seargents wig back wit this Full Metal Jacket,
I’ve had it, spuratic, bite your fist off at the wrist,
Gag factor, first and last blow you’ll ever throw at this,
Got me spittin’ back sicc, reading obiuataries lists takin a shit,
Droppin’s containin’ bone chips and a fake ass rolex,
Lyrically you wished you had the edge,
you dread as you see ya momz bloody body in yo bed, thighs red,
After I raped the bitch stiff, fist fucked her wit a can of pledge,
Lingerie, French ticklers, nipple clamps, you know she had me curious,
Tapped that ass furious, unlatched her hips and ruptured her uterus,
Juan Milli step to this? Talkin’ bout paragraphs,
Bitch I’ll leave so many lumps on yo chest you’ll be getting a mammogram,
Cyrus, the son of sam, wit Juan Million ways to fuck you up bitch,
Like this, I stick ya tounge next ta Typcees stuck in the grip,
Make you fuck the chamber, then I cock that shit,
Pullin' on the trigga, shit, its a shot that cant miss,
click click, eat a dick until your nuts rip.
Aye yo.. one.. two… three..
I Burrow lead splinters under yo flesh, want a HIT list?
Declaration of independence, penned in blood on your lips,
When I whoop your ass silly like nitrous hits,
So keep ya HanCock, Lock, stock, body rock,
When my jaws unlock I make a bitches heart stop,
Cardiac, killed you as soon as my lips smacked,
And kept fuckin you up, lyrical necropheliac,
As for your style, where’d you jack it, bet ya cant back it,
blast a drill seargents wig back wit this Full Metal Jacket,
I’ve had it, spuratic, bite your fist off at the wrist,
Gag factor, first and last blow you’ll ever throw at this,
Got me spittin’ back sicc, reading obiuataries lists takin a shit,
Droppin’s containin’ bone chips and a fake ass rolex,
Lyrically you wished you had the edge,
you dread as you see ya momz bloody body in yo bed, thighs red,
After I raped the bitch stiff, fist fucked her wit a can of pledge,
Lingerie, French ticklers, nipple clamps, you know she had me curious,
Tapped that ass furious, unlatched her hips and ruptured her uterus,
Juan Milli step to this? Talkin’ bout paragraphs,
Bitch I’ll leave so many lumps on yo chest you’ll be getting a mammogram,
Cyrus, the son of sam, wit Juan Million ways to fuck you up bitch,
Like this, I stick ya tounge next ta Typcees stuck in the grip,
Make you fuck the chamber, then I cock that shit,
Pullin' on the trigga, shit, its a shot that cant miss,
click click, eat a dick until your nuts rip.
LMAO...EY JUAN..THAS ONE FORM OF BATTLING...SOME PEOPLE DONT LIKE THAT SHIT BUT IT TENDZ TA BE MY FAVORITE TYPE OF BATTLE...ALTHO, YOUR RIGHT...THAT FICTION BOUT MOMZ N SHIT...NO OFFENSE, BUT INVOLVES LIMITED TALENT...FACTZ MORE AFFECTIVE IN MY EYEZ...BUT IM NOT EXPLAININ SHIT...IN MY OPINION...THIS FOO JUST CAME A "LIL" HARDER...BETTER KNOWN AS "EDGE"...I BELIEVE THIS BATTLE IZ OF PERSONAL PREFRENCE...'CREATIVE THINKING' VS. 'USING OPPONENTZ WORDZ'...
CYRUS BERELY SNIPPED IT IN MY OPINION..VERY CLOSE...$IDEWAYZ
CYRUS BERELY SNIPPED IT IN MY OPINION..VERY CLOSE...$IDEWAYZ
