@theprofessor,
@ theprofessor
Yo yo here we go
Guns smoking, people jokin , I’m burnin, tension runnin
Tempers risin, I lock and load and, bullets racin , proff’s fallen
Bitch looks like the beatin you getting aint stoppin you from spittin
You a victim in this mayhem, you gotta start bitin
Rhymin corny, you sound like a kid masturbatin
Horny fake, call me fake and I’ll beat the hell outta ya, wannabe Drake
Rappin like you slappin fakes, we fuckin but I’m superior make
Invite you to battle, sight ya ass and lock the sniper
Raped ya bitch yesterday night and later, it was I who swiped her
Grab the mic and blast the lyrical dyke flaming up the cipher
Makin **** tighter, Shady risin up from the ashes, a fighter
Gashes from diss lashes on my face, but I’mma keep fightin
Ain’t sightin a place to rest so I’mma keep writin
The only thing I came to do here was practice
Aim the dart at Proff’s eye, take him out at the blink of one then pack this
**** up and walk about startin ****
Cause I ain’t backing down, Proff ya clowns gettin hit
With my lyrical fury, **** this jury you’ve kept
Charlie thinks ya great but now ya sinkin in the depth
of my flow, silly hoe pack ya **** up and go
ya fuckin without a lyrical oar bro, you’ll sink ‘fore ya start to row
Insults like a pck of cards, theyre decked neatly from top to bottom
Retards fall like dead birds when I use these words to taunt ‘em
And ya fuckin with a killa who’s out for the kill
**** Buffalo bill, I’mma drink ya virgin’s blood and have ma fill
This battle shaken by your homies opinions, but Proff you goin down
Once I eliminate ya dickridin minions, I’ll be shittin on your crown…
