wanna battle

sure i will u go first

Step in the club and throw up my set, they mean muggin and smellin like wet
But not to fear I'm totin that iron, that Desert Eagle, American Express
I never leave home without the heater, I'm strapped up like a straightjacket
I'm certifiable my ghetto stripes, I specialize in hustlin tactics
Hit ya jaw and play 32 pick up, catch a cut when the AK hiccup
Bend the corner bitch move around, I'll know ya head right by ya edge-up
Seen ya straight to {?}, emergency room, ICU
And have you layin up for a month, eatin ya dinner food through a tube
Why these suckers eyein me, you don't wanna be tryin me
Keep on lookin at me strange, I'ma have you seein siamese
Close your eyes, look away, your clock is tickin no time to play
Keep on muggin you pressin your luck, where you stand gon' be where you la

Ladies, get 'em up now
Niggas, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up now
The killas, the dealers, get 'em up now
My Gorillas, get 'em up now
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up now
feeling like coming through


Yo somebody wanna Giancana mark for death
What a hard test spark your best
Better aim for the heart and chest stay sharp when you park the Lex
Twenty police better guard your rest laying down for gods to bless
Sixteen ain't hard to catch, think you could dodge the rest?
I was coming to you, hard to guess?
What nigga hot better not nod the rest
In the front yard a mess should of rocked a larger vest
Wifey and ma' depress news impress mob the rest
This sketch like an architect
We march whit techs (march whit techs)
Gorilla to death nigga start to rep (start to rep)
Break a thug nigga with a hearts of vets (hearts of vets)
Shoot 'em in the wrist lost Bagguetts
Got a trade pound god depress one tattoo scar a flesh
If I ain't dead up ion the harbor wet
Read the beam with a flash of light kid blast to the afterlife
Lift off to the traffic light
Come through a nigga money better have it right
Kid never do a bid I'ma pass the kite
Somebody get slashed tonight (huh)
Splash top the casket right

yes i will

me ill rap battle

dont copy lyrics scrub

wanna battle? what the fuck, ill fucking smash you, hammer you like an anvil, spatter you , eat your brain like a fucking cannibal, slaughter you like some cattle, im ur dad, ur a baby with his rattle, you will be utterly dismantled, im prone to fly off the handle, start launching some missiles and laugh at you, step back dude, before i decimate your face with more than pepper spray, ak spray, all day urry day, every which way,w hats that you say?

nothing, i slit your throat, your done, your done, i never play for fun

feds got me on the run, im OG like a felt hat with a fuckin tommy gun.

bitch.

i am your father, somethin like darth vaders son.

am an intellect
so intricate
with ma intrateck
mystery interject
bullet intersect;ya neck
found dead on ya front step
fumes fume from ya stinkin' breath
still i aint injured yet
passin' flassin' in ma puma crep
leave the seen of the fest
with a bitch hangin' on to ma vest
guess what next? crazy sex
guess who next? your wife Yevette
got ya bitch under house arrest
snd me text, beggin'? yes
swell and bex !!! am havin' sex!!!


come at me!

fake wonnabe battlers saying there in the club shuks
ya dumb little fuks ill be spraying lirical shots at ya head
coz ya just sitting duck s ill rip ya head off and

slam dunk fuck i am the one the unholy one
like ive sead after ya read my
shitya gonna drop dead fred enough sead
from the master mind ya must
be so fucking blind
rewind my fucking tape ive raped mother fuckrs
moms killed there sons
like i sead in the past i am the son s of gods its just beacus
iam the satanical master mind behind this battle
cat rap shit ill sit back now and let my demons loose ive gotta stop.............................................
.................................... ive cheked my watch tick tock tick tock
ya fucking wack an ya lack creative ness
a cope of every wonna be gotta be battler
well you are a baller a get ya own style
all the same all clame the club crap the baller crap
lame arss bitches i see people cut loose on here
and win battles and the fucker who looses
still clame he be the fucking best well
(((((((((((professor is that u 2 )))))))))))))))
jokes

someone rap for me

yo i got your man on lock down.
you always wonder why hes never with you when i come into town.
he loves the way i shake my ass.
then looks at you and says he'll pass.
he loves the way my pussy is so tight.
& loves the way my skin is so light.
bitch you aint got nothing on me.
come on cunt, lets fight, you'll see.


hahaa. any good?

Is that like rutting ?





David

you think you're one good ass sight
too bad you just might...
be a guy, a trans if you will
and your gay! still!
doing guys with no lives
thinking your a hoe
you blow.
literally on a guy's cock.
you ain't getting near my stock.
you're a man and that ain't fake
Its as true as the fat kid loves cake
(and would that fat kid be you?
100% true)