I could beat this cat to death so he couldn't Be More Live//
I spit 'da one' to da two to the Three Four Five// |
My rhymes are "2 hot 2 handle" like skillet and perch
I'll leave his ass lying there like grandmas in church. |
This nigga razor shaves the hairs off his pussy
He plays wit his nigga's balls and calls it a nuggy. |
Fuck Vango, Yung Duke is the Mic "artist" that'll truely slap you,
I'll paint a picture of how I'll kill you and then pm it to you before the battle... |
Razor will spit some bull shit, and then call it his best,
so I'm here to say fuck you, I'll slip ya twin brother up under ya neck, |
I'm sick of all of these pussy niggaz runnin around thinkin they the boss,
You say your "2 hot 2 handle," so I'll pull an R.Kelly and piss on you to cool you off, |
Re$tricted's Has More Skillz Than Michael Jordans Had Lockers,
Vango's More See-Thru Than Michael Jacksons Childhood-Dockers/ ~R~ |
*After* I Touch-Down, Your Safety Will Be Sacked To Negative Yardage,
*Wardz* Holding Da Crown, Nah Maybe Not, Re$tricted Twisting Ya Cartilage/ ~R~ |
shit in a battle wit time, im known to raise a sole//
but even jesus cant save you, i wont let him raise ya soul// |
i aint got no problems fuckin here wit this man vango//
cuz this movie already over, i bought my tickets wit fandango// |
i cant sweat this kid man, go ahead and take a run//
cuz i called up my boy Neo and he said you aint da one// |
shit this kid got more corn than a pack of herrs//
poppin wit the heat i spit, shit ill eat you and thank you afterwords? eh?! |
Yo, Vango's pissed, so he disses the Mod
His 6 wins and 0 losses is "CLASS SIC" fraud (No beef wit Class sic) |
soul,you too scared to post/
you no show like the 14th ghost/ |
He thinks he's jet lei, he calls hisself DA ONE/
catch a craddle to the grave,a drunken fist or my gun/ |
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