okay peti
yo, I'll show you how it's done alright, your weak ass ready
you ain't no rapper bitch cause your style is Peti (petty)
just becasue it has MC in your name don't mean your an Emcee
shots comin' from you is like a gun with a clip that's empty
cause your punlines have no effect on me, no effect on anyone
can't wait to take you out so everyone can watch Peti run
I've seen what you can do, and i see no threat
cause I can lay you down faster than a gamblers bet
I ain't talkin' bout to board game when I say your takin' a risk
You must be rappin' in the Fog cause all your raps are a mist (miss)
you're the newbie in this game, and will always stay that way
the only army your comin' with is in your sig and mines comin' your way
your verses are weak. no punchlines or a single line of wordplay
but what can I say?! **** it I've said what I had to say!
if you want to battle, you'll get a battle! just a sample of what I can do.. and i spit a rap to trickstR here. check it
dr_eryk wrote:
I've seen you when you were nothin', it's like i'm your dad the way i've seen you evolve
but in my eyes your small, just like sugar in hot coffee that's how fast you'll dissolve
you really are TrikstR, makin' us all think on some level you hard, clown!
when the reality of it all is you couldn't hit me if I let my guard down
cause I'll slay you & your right hand man, after you who's left
trik doesn't know he's tryin' to take on a guy who laughs at the face of death
keep my name out your mouth, you know what happens everytime you diss me
for those who don't know, he bust shots aimed to hit me but miss me
but I'll fuk you up one more time, this well be the last time you face me
this pathetic punk practicly crys to miss B sayin' "I think he hates me"
you like dominoes trik, they way i'm layin' you down four times in a row
if you don't think I have game, ask your girl hannah she knows
imma get you held up! wait, your hands were already cuffed
my battle wins keep goin' up, i know it's crazy but I can't get enough
you'll never beat me trick, cause I know what your capable of
they way your bitchin' in your raps, you could pass off for a chick on metapause
and I aint talkin' about gloves when I say I'm so hot I have hot-paws
can't believe you guys think he's good, ya'll know he's the master at Bitin'
a 14 year old british guy, you gotta be jokin' if you think i'm frightened
quit forcin' your lame punchlines, cause there startin' to sound played
you really need a life if you spend 4 hours on each rap, that's a sign to get laid
you could drive a Red [range] Rover and still couldn't push me
say my name agian, i'll be forced to shove a tampon in your mouth, cause you a soft pussy.