well
It depends on what you mean by rap, quiet storm
Aight MC execution
Imma make this **** short an to the core
Your rhymes are a fuckin bore
Just a punk kid tryin to be hardcore
An now your back worse than before
Whining in the damn mic
Tryin to be a motha fuckin marshall matthers look alike
The worlds had enough of this fake MC
I know he aint like me, its cuz i turned this gay fag down for a date hehe
We all already know this bitch is a queer
So imma just come out an be sincere
You better not show your fuckin face anymore aroun here
damn.......... yall killed him about 10 times
Hah yea i know quiet.. he was pretty annoying so we had to put him back down.
Sure. Now that we took out that MC bitch
yeah that faker was well annoyin
yea so u start or you want me too?
not bothered i'll go first if ya want but sup 2 u
Uh you always go first i guess i will for a change. if thats cool wit you
supa
Boom that's tha sound of tha beat, when fyas in tha place! Battling me I'll leave ya entombed in a translucent case, so I can see tha look on ya face, when ya embrace death, that las look will be a Polaroid on fya's desk, so I can look at my kill whilst I write, im so ill, im injecting spite, takin lives, n pictures for archives, I sting like dive into a bee hive, sicker than u, when u drink liquor n **** ya sister, I could spit quicker like twister n get ya twisted or be light like john legend n get ya lifted, I guess im gifted, coz when ya think ya one up the score is shifted, one nil, two nil, three nil, four, I guess ya'll know who got tha flow. You shudda figured out by now ya cant win coz when its sink or swim, im an Olympic champion, rat on ya Ha! u know this drop just shat on ya (splat!) ur like a ninja turtle coz ya leader is a rat, you think a dozen shells is enough to catch my ass? Wrong, I am the one, I stop n drop bullets like neo, soon as they left tha gun, you betta drop n roll coz fya settin u on, a blaze, dressed in black or not no ones gonna miss ya face, when I diss, ya case, is closed, your raps decomposed, I stay composed ready, to snap back, n knock down foes like dominoes im 21 n this is black jack, now ive won, it's a matter of fact, like piccasso I'll rearrange yo face n make ya abstract,
uh sure why not.. i guess ill go first again
oh well i'll drp this 4 ya n you can get back 2 me
supa
**** it's a mystery to me why ya still spit, ya like dido goin down wiv ya ship, like a tornado on tha free way imma flip yo whip, leave ya unrecognisable body in bits, shards of car parts holding together yo hips, my knowledge is known from London to Washington emcees running coz im squashing em, ready to go all in without knowing what its costing em, fya take yo lively hood, self-respect, life an hood, all goin down with tha push of a button, when I press reply rappers be duckin, ask anyone who fya be they'll probly start whisperin, shes tha best mcee, too hot ta mention sayin my name in school will land ya in detention, ya faker than lil kims hair extensions just like her goin down brace yo self for sentence, I kill yo whole verse in one sentence, leave you in repentance, torment ya to tha extent, then let you die slow, coz blow for blow tha flow I bestow on yo be so powerful I leave ya in woe like wow, layed out horizontal on da floor, tagged toe, looking like a another victim from skid row, your end is inevitable, you standing at deaths door like you landing on death row, coz my raps are outstanding and ya only so-so. so so fuckin slow, next time ya want a show down, make sure ya bring it clown, what u skip town coz fya's around? let me beak it down 4 ya so u get this clear, youve reached ya final frontier coz i just threw ya ass into tha stratosphere.
