rap battle

Boom.boom that's how my shots go
Get in between em and leave yo body cold

Yall couldn't stand a chance wit bubble gum tats
All u little kids in the hood with the rotches & rats

Yea I'm new to the website
But I'm comin in to battle Like a parasite

They call my storming weather cuz it pourin
I'll jump all over yall like Michael Jordan

I will have bullets come n at u blast it
They be penetrating ur chest like gymnastics.

Yea I'm comin out in the light
I'm might be short but got the heart of a Titan

Your freestyle is wack I couldn't wait 4 it 2 end
I got a wife but u gotta boyfriend

But don't worry ill get all up in yo face
This is ya boy bout to blow the roof off the place

So try to stay up n my fame
If u gunna battle me u betta step up some game
I don't battle people that is lame
That's tryna be lil Wayne
But I still put him to shame
I batte people that's insane
Put my name on my tombstone so people see my fame

JayBee

all ya raps are whack they all sound like crap
now watch my trap this rat while i begin to snap.
you aint that hard to track and thats a sure fact
you better watch how you act when you reply to
this rap.
Did i catch your attention, did i forget to mention
that your my bitch and your on the suspension.
its hard rough tension but sick television, your bad
seeing vision seeing visions gone missin.
better watch your throat every time you see the edge
cuz my point will get across and push you to the ledge
put stars up in ya brain like you was saying the pledge
lights out bitch nighty night go to bed.
Lay down the pen on the paper, move on, im sickin of
writtin people like you that write these lame songs. they
bring me down every time that i try to look straight, but
your lyrics were right there and it was to late
your fake, grouse, a sick ass joke, write to this and choke
clenching bubbles in ya throat, burst and pop , my poison
wont stop, my ryhmes are deadly slithering right to the top.

Ok you 2 bitches up there
No one got this game like me
My lyrics sting ya'll like a bee
They Call me New Orleans
The Hornets now I'm CP3
I left your ankles broken like Kobe
I could **** you both up
But I'm a start easy, wassup

Roll you up and smoke ya'll like a blunt
I kick you the **** out, call it a punt
Wana know what I do? It's this forum I run
I'll **** up yer life just like OJ Simpson
I **** on you rappers, yer like my toilet
My ass has a surprise for ya'll, don't spoil it
Don't call me on my cell
I'm busy ******* the world
Including your wife and this other guys "girl"
Mike, trying to jump over Nets Vince Carter?
O my god, I'll swat your **** out for starters
My flow will windmill on yer face
That facial was only a little taste
I'm like Lebron, Except "I AM" the king
I can **** ya'll up in the ring too "DING"
Smack, both yer heads off
O wow, ya'll are really that soft
Ya'll are monks and I'm the budha
I just **** on you "rappers" like the old day Luda

Leggo