he speaks....
 

kick a verse that'll burn this herb until the concern disperse-
you deserve the worst-
this kid ll'' get dropped quicker than premature births-
plain to see what you're worth
I trail blaze and scortch the earth
and torch anybody below me or above me,
whoever comes next, or the first

sir lancelot speaks again...we all get tired of him
dont he know not to battle when aint gonna win...
when just gettin dim or when he must skip to "fin"
I'll slap a punch on his lines so he can stop speakin...

This boy's spittin adrenaline like its a rush from Twista//
Pictures of him an Nas together, jus cuddlin together forever//
Kissin an fuckin up under the tree to try an get 6 lines to fight//
I know he can't read, no wonder he can't understand the rules right//
I read his shit an I've never felt so depressed I must confess//
His shit made no sense, an sounded like a fuckin mess//
I spit to test these little bitches who think they come strong//
But gove it a bit an in a month those bitches will be long gone//

he speaks....
 

still speaking, lol


I'm the opposite weakminded and feeble
adrenaline rushing to keep tellin lies to people (ha ha)
niggas demise lies inbetween the lines of this sequal
I'm like an animal dating service, introducing "cats to desert eagles" (u fuccs)
you's my son yo, get on my nerves and gung ho
and I'll throw darts that are so sharp they'll slice yah sons throat

C'mon,Itz been about a month and ya still aint got a win
Getcha life together cuz all you spit is lust,and dats a sin
Ill slap-you around,tell i see stars above ya head,ya dig
Itz only right since you a fag reppin another katz name in ya sig
Newb's like you get unda my skin with yabberish ta talk
No hate but da onlytime ya get close ta my skillz is when ya mock


....first time i drop a verse against some one in a month....pretty rusty...

he speaks....
 

Edgar Alpo is the name by the way, and yah rustyness shows
and fuck a punch, bcause my "gut feeling" is that you can't "stomach a blow"
apocalyptic, no pulse in yah raps like you hold the mic with "slit rists"
you's an infant, reaking of "foul play" for the way that you "spit SHIT"
dip shit, like discarded watches, yah "time is wasted"
throw yah notebook on the floor, you need to practice "kicking yah rhymes in the basement"

sir lance i bet u live in france & wear a dress
wit dress socks on & ur hair is a mess
neva da less u ain't got a win & been on here 4 months
i guess da rv folks should just sit u in a corner & call u a "Dunce"
so b real u neva had a chance when u 1st step foot on here
it'z bet u pull a magic trick like david copperfield & making urself disappear

Kids a Lost Cause, but that i dont need ta Mention
You coulnt ''Elevate'' if i propped ya ass up with a Suspension
You talkin about a ''Dunce'' when your rockin the 'Hat'.....
Scroney motherfucker we all know ''Anoerxia'z not Phat''

he speaks....
 

I "buck shots" at "lost cause", steppin to me it'll cost ya'll
like escaped prisoners you "rippen yah bars off"
clipping yah arms off, lyrically I'm out of reach
my punches are felt, they'll have you spittin out yah teeth
this is original speech, lotta you cats are walking clonesha (ha)
and I aint gotta donate sperm to son niggas across the globe

he stops speaking
 

Sir lancelot, why you lance alot?
You ain't in the middle ages man you must've forgot//
Oh and by the way your fuckin ryhmes do suck
They ain't felt...more like felt from the smell of butt//
Cause there ain't nothing goin on in that pussy ass dome
There might be fuckin but the fucking's on a screen at home//
You got the balls...to go and diss someone unknown?
Well i'm unknown and you're known as the man without flow//
But you go, keep on goin posting, lookin for gold
You have a better chance lookin for gold inside your nose//
And who knows...might find something in there
But your raps are done so sit down here's a chair//

he speaks....
 

I'll diss you too, you a looser after I win
it'll be "7 sin's" in a week b4 this bastid wins (lmao)
fuck you, you's an ass biter, fter my ass writes up
a verse that'll leave this "bagy suckin" like pacifires"
answer it bitch, I'll have you brandish a fit
after I fuck "Sin" like Satan practicin abstinance

Mih hands a glock so imma random pop
Thiss bumb ass nigga name Sir Lancelot
You trash 0-2 i merk you with 2 lines
Knew ta stop battlin after you lose 2 times
If he had tha midn to go and blast a rhyme
Why he aint get signed to tha Bowels of Babylon

Dawg...Like The Chicago Bulls..You Need To Pass The "Mike"..
Only time you winnin in fights..is if you..attackin Dikes...
But Ill Smash you right...in the nose....Rebei? who knows..
I aint gon try to hard...This Dudes Bitch not even considered a foe..

ahah blah..

he speaks....
 

you's a "rebel" without a cause, I'mma the devil without the flaws
peddiling out yah bars with no "barks" like kettles without the dogs
settling out my scores, "lord" I "won"
both them battles that I lost, go look at em, they both got sonned (ha)
I aint gone pick at you pricks
you'll just get, bombarded with disses,discarded and dismissed kid

whos this lancelot prancin round like whats wack is hot,
like my man D.L. Hughley when you standup we all laugh a lot,
you a devil without the flaws, you stick around rapverse to be round fire balls,
spit saliva to put out fires but you get burned by every bar,
and you lost them battles plain and fucking simple,
you make newbies look hot when all they do is pimp you,
im finished with you, and dont go pickin this prick,
send yo bitch over here have her lick on my dick