Neverending Rap Battle II

you guys annoy me so i gotta write a rap i aint defendin trey and jay on this just u guys piss me off



first i'ma start with this bitch ti kri/face is never wet cause all you do is cry/you aint eva gonna measure up to trey's standards no matta how hard you try/i'm like jadakiss when i read your raps cuz i just gotta wonder "why?/why spit when no one feels your **** and hope your throat is slit/why play with each other's clit in private when you could film it and make a gay hit/arguin with crack cuz you think he feels trey's ryhmes/you gettin blown away everytime like you was steppin on land mines/forming a crew wit crack that's a lose lose situation/your intimidation is about as much as a girl being threatened with castration/only way you blow up is if you light a fire at a gas station/why bother fighting when your always layed out/your raps are basically the definition of played out/you were dead when the first shells from my 12 gauge sprayed out/you and crack are "ass" cuz your always behind/i think it's time we take a little rewind/go a few pages back and let's see what we got/damn you rode trey's dick alot/here's what you were sayin can i join your group come on guys please?/what do i gotta do as you sank to your knees/but i doubt trey and jay swing like that so they kicked you away/then you were a stray and thought hey me and crack are always losin everyday/so you two bitches came together as you do all the time and made a group/wow two faggots formin a group that threw all of us for a loop/but enough of **** wit u i'ma start on crack/my verbal attack will leave you in a fine powder like your name/i bet you and ti kri could spend all night playin the g-unit name game/you can't handle my attack so watch your back before you get more holes in you than someone who fell on some tacks/you deserve some smacks your ryhmes are hardly even worth bustin back/here's one thing i just can't comprehend/you suck yet the **** comin out of your mouth seems to never end/your ryhmes are simplistic mine are a clever blend/maybe if you go to cooking school then you'll know your roll(role)/to dig a hole after you and ti kri get shot and fall off the stripper pole/you two get stomped on more than floor at a disco/look at these bitches probably got voices higher than Sisco/you two are whiter than what goes on cream wheat/since you a boy group i'll knock you out so you can go be on Dream Street/i'll have the banana clips loaded and have bullets comin at you in bunches/when it comes to rap you'd think i'm a boxer cuz i got so many punches/my ryhmes are as fat(phat) as Bizzare and will expose these Kon Artists/you won't survive like someone standin outside when theres an air raid bombardment/you two stretch out on each other like you were together on the rack/i aint sayin ti kri is a crackhead when i say he's always on crack

iam competitong well u always get diffrent peopel to be bytchin lets get a crowd and ill take yall on 1 on 1 me and crack ok son

so what if mi punchline is callin u gay u r with king jay okay so sit down b/c im a lyrical disasta stand up to me and ull jus get beat fasta u say u gun go to sleep cuz u kant stand mi heat im wirting bak dis aint no next week but ur lyrics is weak always talking bout da same shyt but right now im always fuking ur same bytch

Hey yo JAY 777 rememba back in the day when there was some decent skill on this mo.fuc.king site??? basically ur crew is da only homies wot resemble any of dat ****