who the fu*k is Mc spike? I dunno? but I'll lay U out so fast!
My words cut you shorter than a lawnmower to long grass
this battle is like a paraplegic walkin', you don't stand a chance
like the one nighter with Ur girl, I'll drop U faster than Ur girls pants
I fu*kin' pity U both, if that vanilla ice line is the best you got!
I know where in different countries, but Ur last verse I heard flop
so what U got "da proffessors" respect, that kids is wack too
U shouldn't of bothered to step to me, cause I can lyrically Out rap U
even with two heads thinkin' up a diss, you're still comin' weak
why the fu*k did U even spit that weak verse? who told U to speak?
I'll kill both of U faggots in one rap, so people can see the dead drop
like a crazy photographer I'll put a gun to Ur temple and take Ur head shot
there it is... You're go.
yo da professor get off the site or get a new name your makeing me look bad and thats hard to do
were gona battle for you bringing shame to my name like the game did to g-unit
idk if ur chickenin out or not but here it goes
who ever told you that you can spit needs a straight up slap/
i'd tell you to your face, son you cant rap/
it would be a serious understatment if i was to say your that wack/
your on some next level of lame, your own league of s*it/
do us all a favour kill yourself and quit/
after readin your stuff even im wondering if white boys can spit/
and i'm whiter than you, what the f*cks up with that?/
let me say it again incase you missed it "son you cant rap"/
we need some heavy spitters to jump into the rap game/
so the fact that your representing me is a damn right shame/
even your own family laugh when they hear your name/
your rhymes make vanilla ice look over the top and hardcore/
so why the f*ck you tryin to get at me like your names Tupac Amiru Shakur/
i'd love to lock you and in a room with fatal and a hack saw/
but let me get back to the point, your rap skills are poor/
let me ask you a question, how did you end up like this?/
to spit this crap must'a taken months if not years of practice/
what does it feel like when I come along and smash this s*it/
yo, bring your mums so i can smack this b*tch/
look at you week self tryin to act hard and drastic/
man you rap like a schitsophrenic spastic/
f*ck using rubber your dad should'a used plastic/
you there "the proffesor" ???
ring ding ding its round 1!!
u ready 4 this dr its game on!
A,B,C to the 123 u crnt mc bitch beta then me
cz we is buzzin lyk a killa bee
u r a bitch n nt a g
so cum back wen u hit puberty
cz ur just a penis wi a STD
check it out BEE u think ur "50 CENT"
U lyk to shg men ur a fuckin bent
check it out bitch u breath stinks its a known fact
next time u go spittin tak a tic tac
here we go its round 2
after this bitch ur THRU
check it bitch ur moms gt athletes foot
shes a lil header n a fuckin slut
i seen dwn the super market handin out free butt
i seen dat **** in the yella pages
ull neva guess whos payin ur moms wagez
incase u dint realise we payin 4 da food on ur table
did u ever read the story in the bible bwt kane n able
if u neva read it it went lyk this..........
ur a fuckin fagurt dr n dat wo a diss
professor judge that
You had no wordplay, no good punches, wack strucutre, stupid flow.... you're metas were simple... and you had no multies.... c'mon man, you think you won?
da proffesor judge.....................................
lmao oky, you need to see it. da professor judge..
use this structure
structure:
Flow:
Multies:
Metas:
Personals:
wordplay:
Punches:
Vote:
Explaination:
da proffesor u ther u gna giv a verdict ........................n eryk u ad no structure or gud metas or punches n dnt get me started on wordplay lmao
