@theprofessor,
@theprofessor
Yo, turn up the beat a lil', watch me burn The Professor in my lyrical heat
Fry his ass on a barbecue stick, then throw away the carcass, leave the battlefield neat
Tried it, bitch you're just a sheep tryna bleat, the clock ticks, aiight I'mma repeat the feat
You aren't different from your stupid mum, did her with a condom on and she still wonderin wheres the cum
Fuckin' bum, I'll have my lyrical fire burn up your fuckin slum
Callin me an asshole ? I spit and you spiral out of control
Light your funeral pyre, then **** you in all 3 holes with an ice-pick till you catch a cold
You come to battle slick and clean, I'mma spit on your shine and bend your spleen
Your antics remind me of Mr Bean, bitch you're a wannabe comedian but you're trynnabe mean
I spit rhymes so devastatin they'll blow the tires off the tricycle you sittin in
Pop an icicle inside your eye till your inferior grey matter pops out the other side
You wanna battle me but you're lower in the tiers
I'm the phantom causin your fears and the reason you're swollen with tears
Bitch my verses gore, gore enough to slam your lyrical door and penetrate your core
Battle's course, you dickrided by charliesforce, but true homies rate me more
Had your bitch come out the door and raped her on the garden like my last warden 9 to 4
**** was before she knew you a dumbass bore and told me she wanted more
Gave her more and she came all over the garden floor
From the girl-next-door, bro, I turned her into an anal whore
I'm just gettin started and you catchin your breath
I'm Brett and you a wicket, I'll bowl the hell outta ya without breakin a sweat
Calm as ice but hot as fire, I'll stir up a blitzkreig and lift you six feet higher
Dare to diss bitch I don't care to flare
my lyrical flames and burn your face and strip you bare
My imagination runnin wild on this one, Professor you a knife when I'm a gun
Waitin now, reply fast when you get dissed, 'fore I get pissed and spoil the fun...