dr_eryk wrote:you truth, that was tight man, and NO disrespect but you wanna battle? I'll spit 1st aight, just a friendly battle aight man?
Check it out, You said you aint lost, well you'll lose this time/
you been on so many forums, you'll probably re-use rhymes/
but I won't bust you on that, even if I catch you/
Your a baseball in this game, all we have to do is Bat you/
Your a one hit kill, it's ok don't be ashamed/
You suck at rap, Your not the one to blame/
Maybe you are, but i'll let you find that out/
Thought you were freestlying, but you were just runnin your mouth/
Thought you got bit by a vampire, but you were only choked by Barb Wire/
Only way you'll ever be hot, Is if I set your clothes on fire/
only battling you, just to see if your worthy/
been battling alot of people, who "thought" they owned me/
only to find out, it was the other way around/
sorry to say, but imma have to beat you down/
making sure your head is flush with the ground/
my rhymes are so sick, it's making you throw up/
think about what you say before you act tought/
because on the internet you can be whatever you "wanna be"/
i'll hit you so hard, youd do anything to be YTZ/
and that's hitting you hard, oh so hard/
if i keep coming at you like this, your gonna wanna wish you had a bodygaurd/
so imma stop now, and let you ryme/
when i'm done with your, i'll pass you on to High_times/
lol, Just a battle man, No hard feelings, you rymes are tight.. YOUR GO BRO
I'm trying to use wordplay..
**Wannabe, Meaning your can be what you want, and your a wannabe.
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Eryk get off my back and back on the defensive,
Because TheTruth is ruthless, abusive, relentless,
Call me the tax collector cuz my fees are expensive,
I see that you're runnin, and believe that you spent it,
I can see that goin ?'gainst me's brought out ur fatigue,
Now give up and leave cuz I'm outa your league,
Fo sho, I know that my flow's supernatural,
Get up n go even though my flow's disasterful,
Pull out my nine, fine as wine, rhymes are masterful,
Fry challengers, time by time, by the basketful,
You can lick my sack, I take the slack that all these bastards flow,
By the stack, crack ya back, like the pass and stow,
If anyone's escaped me, they got off cuz I let em go,
For those that came n faced me, they won't forget my metaphors,
Especially dr eryk, the one with the small dick,
Little b**** f***in up like he's doin tall chicks,
So when I throw rhymes at ya, better fall quick,
Cuz I ain't got punch lines, my rhymes are all sick,
You wanna pass me like a joint, I'll f*** you up like one too,
So learn to make room like the others when the best comes through,
My flow's smooth like butter, not soft like felt and
I'm spittin rhymes so hot that your ice is meltin,
Its clear to see, like an orange fat lady or a boner,
Even though it was friendly, you won't forget TheTruth owned ya,
In case its unclear or I'm "thinkin" I won this contest,
Anyone wanna step up and judge, be my guest.
Yo, friendly battle...much respect
, don't let it hit you on the way out.
