who the punch-line champion??

my verse tops all like the herizon sun
trust my shot'll connect like i had a verizon-gun....
stop trying bum.. spiting flow it'll ruin ya health
only way you'll be above me if you hung a poster of yaself....
come closer i'll rost ya... without putting you in the oven
an keep egg'in me on.. u'll only get trash after a dozen....
i spit hot in ya face.. like you got smuerd with mase
keep thinking you better with ya CD... im still on-top like the case....
u'll get lace without a trace of resistence
u'll be in 1st place... with an award for being wack but most persistent....
dont fucking risk it... after im done i have peep asking who-is-duke
im the most fulent-troop... that'll have punches circle'ing ya like a hulla-hoop... mother fuckah

an this is only the strech before the warm up...

i just want you to know i aint afraid of nuttin dog
and you just a fake ass thug whose hard on his blog
you choking like fog cuz my versus tend to suffacate
you drop dope shit but i've droped doper when i deficate
i understand man why you can't concentrate
i move in silence and promote violence
i lurk in the shadow then rip you up like an appliance
so i can understand why this shit seem unimaginable
cuz i am hardcore and i've been deemed Intangible

this joker couldnt hit a punch throwin at a barn-door
fill him with led and we still question if he's hard-core
i got a 4x4, times that by 9 and ur chances are bleak
ur skill takes one step off a cliff and still doesnt reach its peak
im tryin to say ur weak, but I dont think any words will describe
how your rhymes are so simple you scared away the vibe
I dont mean the magazine, im talkin about the music that we play
cus u lace the mic and the beats even slappin you away

Im not done with you..

u drop 9 lines in a verse, its the dumbest thing i've seen today
or did even line number 10 realise u were wack & tried to run away?

looks like everybody is runnin :shoot:

i haven't seen a more hypacritacal emcee
i will smash ya and this shit is literal Homie
you say my rhymes are simple. but ya verse wasn't a hit
and you still overated, ya dignity's in a herse after that shit
how you a millonair when you aint got no dough
how you gon be a millonaire when you aint go no flow
im a joker sure man ill take that, it's acceptable
but what is wrong when your punched are undetectable
you think your clever saying that you ain't done wit me
but i'm done with you so you better run from me
clearly you didn't know that more the two word can rhyme
that why i spit three of the same and came out with 9
are you some sort of skitso, odd numbers don't sit well with you
you should back off and don't come back i aint asking, im tellin you

Core thinks he's Jay-Z, and we all know that Jays a biter
Ur right i cant touch thru a screen but like god I can smite-ya
ignite it like lighters, a street fighter ready to ''ARUUU KAN''
when I say ya words aint workin, dont go out & buy a new Pen! :laugh:
its not the ink its the brain & your borderline insane
he's even hangin on my neck just to be my damn chain
theres more nameplay as I metaphor this dirty fuckin whore
cos his raps are flirtin with me...
.......just so he can grab a feel of my hard - core.
Im not gay, but when core swings this way im batting up
I know there aint glue on ya hands, so whys ur clappin stuck?
you've got no balls too shoot, u rely on bein childish & cute
son ur raps blow more than little girls on their flute
fuck it now im pressing mute just to watch u struggle
this clowns so gay his favorite passtime is a football huddle!

im a savage that will lyrically cause damage/
fuck rappin.....i'll wrap u alive in a body bag.....
while your still alive sufficating to your oxygen levels vanish/
u kick gay weak shit u not on my level of rhymes kid/
i'll stick a knife in the thoughts of your brain just to open your mind bitch/
and maybe u will be able to push out punchlines hard with percision/
cause the style u write is weaker than a balemic patient on medication/
in this situation i dominate and devestate quick with easy/
u just a bitch to me homo thug licking on dicks on your knees/
u could never compete your obsolete ways i will delete/
u better flee the scene or get cut down like butcher knives do beef/
my technique is immortal (immortal technique) u just an average emcee/
quick to get blown up like russian facilities in moscow as one of my enemies/
use a threat to me so i got to get rid of u fast/
in this game of hot flames u will never last/

Yeah thats true, he'll never last. but u have nothin to say
cuz u won't last either... in fact, u never showed up to play!
You substituted hot verses with lines that aren't nice or fresh
so i'll be doin a lil' substitutin too.. your life with death.
I hope you resign for thinkin you can flow with me fine
when half the lines in ya verse above don't even rhyme
And the few that do, are stretched. Just for the record
your lines are soo long...
ya girl chooses them before you for sexual pleasure!
My text is a treasure, i'm a vet. You need to stop son
cause you may have alot of skills, but text is not one

lol nice......


Scholar? u not even on my level of lyrical ablities/
i'll carve your eyes out the sockets to prove u cant see me/
believe me emcees like u get tossed and turned easily/
leave u like over cooked pork in ovens burnt to a crisp in defeat/
so dont test me watch your mouth or be like ali's opponents knocked out/
shoot u with poison while u carry a radio....to prove u spit dead sound/
u turning red now....cause i speak the truth no lies in between/
your punches hit weak...soft like fluffy pillows with pink bed sheets/
i'll let the lead speak...and watch it hit u from head to feet/
then throw u on the side of the road bloody red like roadkill dead meat/
take a knife after u gutter u down like pigs in a slaughter house/
just to show u theres no fuckin with me in a fight...why bother now/
strangle u with a rope like hanging executions in midevil times/
at the mic i spit volcanic boiling lava pits while u spit flower rhymes/
so battling me i'll treat u like forgotten creamated like bodies still alive /
cause what i spit is deadlier than bullet train crashes causing organs to liquify/
ruin your concentration i know u reading my verse and scared to type back/
so dont get me mad fag wave the white flag and dont fuckin write wack/

Don't worry, I won't write wack. N' I'm not in denial
cuz if I do, people'll say I'm just jackin your style
Ur rappin is foul. hot verses from u? must be hidin, hoe
they're like 'dudes duckin from battles'...
they never decide to show!
You'll never know how to rap, but you kinda slow
so it's just somethin' to laugh at when you try to flow
Ur rhymes are for entertainment only. Ur not ill, dummy
its like 'watchin retarded kids talk'....
u don't wanna laugh, but it's still funny!
U need to quit the game, pack n take ya stuff out
treat the game like a burning building... GET THE FUCK OUT!

u still thinkin u got skills but your plain verses aint hurtin shit/
show u how the blade feels and leave red stains on curtins from the sharp tip/
u think u harrassin me with that pethetic attempt to diss me please/
i'll let the fist meet your cheek then put the clip to your lips for blood you'll speak/
this wanna be thugs a bitch...have him swollow a slug and twitch/
and watch your bones fracture makin me astonished then have your style abolished/
your flows hit like kids throwing pebbles while mines hit like comets/
u could put up a red octogon sign by me i still wont stop this/
lyrical flow from demolishing u causing destruction like atom bomb missle test sites/
u think u the best in the light till i come and leave u life less in cardiac arrest right/
coming at me like u gonna do something but u will do nothing/
and all your rhymes aint stunning your corny similie lines aint funny/
so stay out my way like im a moving tractor trailer workin to cut and serve/
the flames i bring will thrust and burn your whole rushed verse crushed and murked/

this KID A MESS, spittin verses always GIVIN THREATS
but only time you a 'THUG' is when u on the INTERNET
he act STUPID HARD, til I pop da RUEGAR HARD
n' make u 'STOP ACTIN' like 'retired MOVIE STARS'
i USE THESE BARS to bring hip-hop's PAST BACK
u must use yours as 'JOKES', cuz they get LAUGHED AT
u'll get SLAMMED BEST, RV sick of this MAN TEXT
cuz all your bars just 'STRETCH' like SPANDEX
STOP HOMO, u still a newb, u NOT NO PRO
you like 'DRIED UP RIVERS' you ain't GOT NO FLOW
u rappin' bout violence, but u aint SHOOTIN BEAMS
you're 'AGAINST VIOLENCE' like Martin LUTHER KING

typing in caps like u trying to be bigger in this situation/
your punches coming up short like A.D.D kids short spans of attention/
your punchlines dont even punch give up the easy making similes/
and trying making complex metaphorical shit but for u its to much brain activity/
u "sonny"(sunny) with "bars"...it seems u like hot dick in prison cells/(get it ?)
when u spit lines its a cold breeze while mines is like fire from the depths of hell/
i'll take your fake punchline champ belt and break it across your face bitch/
then take the remains sharpened up like shrapnel and shove it where u like it/
your flows as plain as a desert in Egyptian scarite lands/
i'll smack u with a spike on my hand for tryin to contend with me man/
talkin bout actin hard on the net im just freestyling flows as a vet/
u just jealous cause i spit it hard while u fall off soft on your false set/
u an imaginary gangsta wishing u could be like me/
i dont even claim a gang but with words i still kill weaklings/(you)
fags like u are fruit loop nerds staying on computers tugging on dingalings/
yeah i "stretch" rhymes but you stretch your mouth for cum on your teeth/
maybe u and faime should join together as homo thugs form a team/
yall both coming at me weak and im ripping the shit yall bring/
in text percision i sweep at u faster than harpoons deploy/
i terminate with no compassion u fake emcee faker than decoys/

^ cunt .

i'll SLAY THIS BITCH, ^HE even called u cunt, u GAY AS SHIT
he took the word 'out my mouth'.. u should do da SAME WIT DICKS
i HATE PRICKS, so keep talkin trash, you'll LAY STIFF
my simile's "easy made"?.. well, at least they MAKE SENSE
i'ma SCARY CANNIBAL, always PREPARED TO HANDLE YOU
only way you a 'VET'... is if you 'CARE FOR ANIMALS'
u aint SMACKIN EMCEES, thats sumthin u HAVE TO BELIEVE
you're just postin long verses that no one ACTUALLY READS!
ya FLOW'S LOST, you actin violent, but u SO SOFT
i seen 'BETTER PUNCHES' from folks wit their arms BLOWN OFF!
i'm da BOY WIT CREAM, wanted anywhere, da BOY IS MEAN
my 1st post, dudes was PMin' me to JOIN THEIR TEAM
but YOU? never ASKED OR PICKED, you WHACK AS SHIT!
only thing u 'ASKED TO JOIN'.. is the 'retired RAPPER LIST'
put u in a CASKET QUICK cuz this DUDE IS A QUEER
squeeze da lead n leave u 'DEAD' like ya MUSIC CAREER..

X...

haha nice shit sonny had some good punches...but u know i gotta get back at u.....~1~


still trying to get at me u wasting time... like standing in two hour lines/
what i define... is worst than homicide crimes... climbing higher than eagles fly/
u not a champ of anything its all your imagination kid/
the flames i bring is real like chemical warfare... they cause devestation bitch/
actin like u the hardest but even Phrost ripping u with only four lines/
u never defeated me kid ...take the lie back... your rhymes never tore mines/
i'll leave u on the floor to die... tape your mouth shut so u give no more replys/
im hard core and live while u just a bore trying to strive/
i'll beat u with a book of common sense... hoping u will understand what i say/
cause when i say your lyrical schemes are shame... u better believe its lame/
swollow your pride and give up the act of being punchline king/
cause your shit dont strike blows... like torpedos missing japanese submarines/
i'll put u in submission quick if u still wanna act hard on the scene/
u not a track star supreme u never that large to me/
u could be going high up an elevator ...and still couldn't elevate sparks like me/
i'll split your mental components ...just to prove that what u spit is basic flows/
you'll stay on the internet as a net rapper... cause you'll never make it pro/
im done with this for now ive ripped the king and took his thrown/
now i sit with the crown... u just another rookie booked out the show/

Artik. .

you never COME DEEP, so give it up, you DUMB WEAK
n' Son'll 'GET RID OF PHROST' quicker than SUN HEAT
u FAKE SON, that's why every verse u MAKE DUMB
u from 'NAP'-Town? Good, now its time for u to TAKE ONE!
i SPARK DIKES, you not a pit, so dont BARK TWICE
talkin bout 'GREAT PICTURES' da only time u'll hear 'ART NICE'
K, you GARBAGE TRULY. u stole ya BARS FROM NEWBIES
so don't be a rapper... just stick to bein ARTIK'S GROUPIE!
u LESSER THAN ME. I ain't a pro? Stop MESSIN WIT ME
its funny: i'm not a pro... but i'm rippin u PROFESSIONALLY!
i SLAY NAMES. YOU'LL never be pro, ur a STRAIGHT SHAME
da closest u got to 'PRO'.. was 'front row seats at a NBA GAME'
u broke wit NO JOB. so how u get in the game? its SO ODD
you promised to give your favorite player a BLOWJOB
how do i know that? you thinkin i'm KIND OF A HATER
but nah, only reason i know... is cuz I WAS THE PLAYER!

hey man my heart is cold but i don't like phrost
we'll see how much this strife will cost
cuz i can see it going till ya life is lost
i wont even care, ill strangle ya so i wont need my knife neither
disembody your arm beat ya girl and make you a wife beater
im so hard remourse is a feelin i never had
and when artik phrost is melting im never sad

go back to your writter if that strife cost you somethin baller.
well i aint suprized a baby kid like u got hustled for a dollar.
peg citys finest? man, u gotta pay for your acid.
if u actually wrote somethin, no tellin how long u b lastin.
this aint a castin, shit no one buying your actin'.
u might as well pack your shit, before ppl start laughin'.
u need practice, too bad there aint a rehersal.
for once be original, i saw that saying in a comercial ( under sig )
the truth hurts bro, but i found out you just another poser.
posers are posers because they can not be rollers.

this is funny, you aint an emcee don't try convince me
you wont see some one who fully read your verse, since me
now man it funny you gotta make up shit to diss me
it's funny how you throwing down with this boy
you playing wit fire like it just a toy
it's not a game when i end your career and you aint defending it
that just a joke cuz if it never started im just preventing it

if you think you better then show me skills
cuz you wouldnt drop a dead-hot verse if it was part of ya will
ill.. chill you aint shit to me.... but u stand by the toilet?
cuz my punches like personal problems... you just cant avoid it
you make me sick thinking you really hard-cor
and like shots after ya errl... reading u'r come back i'll make me barf more...

i'll keep it at 6 min...

hit me back bitch..

shut he fuck up bitch..... and tie my shoes
you only battle herbs...
thats why u spit at me now.. cuz in a cypher u cant lose
got something to prove then show me fuckah
you dont suck to bad.. cuz you SURLY DUE SPIT... AFTER YOU COCK-SUCK-US
thinking of taking me lightly.. must of bump ya head into a astro orbit
u aint saying much now.. but after i bust ya mouth open,
he'll be spiting so much sponges can't adsorbit....
you fake ass ugly comidiant.... ya jokes make u look more bitch
and my punches i'll knock you down quicker then fuck sceen in norbit..... MOTHER FUCKAH...

why dont u man cuz ur rhymes give me the flu
fuk u and ur crew i'll mix you up like a bru lol
Take a break for fuck sake and shut ur big cake
no1 wanna hear you cuz ur skills are fake
ur battling uyself so that makes you a herb (dont it)
just an internet geek who like to perve
your skills im serving and im curving ur face off
u couldnt blow up bitch if i shot your brains off
fuck ur sig and words you just lost those balls
anyway if u had any dey would be extra small
just another rap fool who didnt go to school

Man you know i drop mad raps ery day i does
but readin ya verse just killed my buzz
so now im a little angry but ill get ova it
you acting like you got style like a hova hit
you insane you'll get ya ass beat.
you futures looking a lil bleek
Liar get shot got the that Technique

you hardcore(hard-cor) to being a fruit i can tell by your drops/
u couldn't be hot.... living in hell trying to get props/
your record sells flop u dont get enough to make bail from cops/
u got technique for bending over in jail and grabing your socks/
your raps are not mad they more sad than sibilings crying over dead relatives/
your not even worth a diss cause what i read from u is irrelevant/
yeah u better get over your anger and stay scared of me kid/
cause with the clip i'll have u dip and get flipped when its your chest i rip/
u from pregneat city the home of all the bitchs and queens/
i'll steal your riches and become supreme/
leave u in a ditch wrapped like a mummy/
your style i clap and its funny try to rhyme back you'll get beat/
u rhyme wack and u from the streets u must be the block geek/
so u jump on a computer the only time u can be thugged out/
till i bust u out with the drops i bring rough like a gun show down/
u better slow down think for a minute u wasting time in this land/
u can try to get up the mountain go a head climb but u wont stand/

Abbrevation of my foes name....stands for a Kids meal
For your falling under weight like fat chicks in high heels
It's pissing me off...that it's the point that your not seein
that you could be a don...but your a bitch for the time being
Your not fucking wit me, nope, b, not in a million years.
I'm not the vision thats inspired you...
...to set loose the march and run with a million queers
In Comparsion to you, I'm Collosal, i advise you to stay smart.
you know I keep it Wall-Mart, cuz this boy is knocking off K-mart

haha real nice.... i like that....~1~

another one i gotta serve knock this guy down real quick/
i'll knock that happy face off your wall mart bricks so feel this/
wraith i bring more than a thousand greek mythology Gods dismantling/
like packages shipped by fed ex your fragile so its u im mis-handling/
rhymes i thoroughly make be damaging im a savage on a rampage/
your shit aint lavish its tarnished you'll get hacked if u step on stage/
your loose raps i'll rip like a book page give u the left hook to the face/
send u to the doctors so they can replace your jaw bone with a brace/
u tryin to talk metaphors like quotes in bible readings but its not pleasing me/
nor is your rhymes a tease to me they more sleezy flowing softer than a breeze be/
u not defeating me its not easily made so watch what u do/
cause your next move could be your last like stepping in artillery fire during WW2/

Bricks i b cokin em
hits i b givin em
i aint got time 4 u, ya'll's just children
all dez doup's im better than
u beatin mi dats like seein a black eminem
i rip bars like a angry drunk
it's 2 hard u cant handle mi chump
but watch wen he n dah club n he si who he bump
by time he turn around 2 say im sorry iz face was pumped

what the fuck is with you Sin-scere
you aint hard you never been Feared
maybe cause you a bitch or you just an idiot
when i come you couldn't see it,
i'm the man, you wanna be it
is english new to you or just spelling
just so ya know being dumb aint good....
....unless for a living you wanna be selling
and it doesn't portray the look of the hood

haha homey u say ur name Hard-cor
it's obvious u dah rookie n im dah sophmore
it looks like i got 2 prove maself once more
bitch slap dezz muhfuckas,lay ur ass on dah floor
fuk u bitch,u fabricate lines bout flippin bricks u just madd u dont do n im doin it................................................ ...................im thuging it,straight outta kingston jamaica, onli reason y i rap iz 2 git dat paper
but it'z between u n dezz otha fukaz 2 si which 1 of ya'll faka

Hahaha nigg u funny
u say u hustle but y u owe money
fuk u dummy wit ur weak punch lines
i stay 2 dah hood cuz im always on dah grind
bitch niggaz talk shyt
talkin bout go home n eat spinach
dat sounded like summ nursery rhyme ish
nigg i hurt u cuz i move quik
i'll bust ur head,expose ur chest wit dah 5th
wat kinda soft stuff u spittin
beat mi naww dawg u must b wishin
look er body he gone read diss,den lata figured out i dissed him


FUK MAYNE HOW YA'LL MAKIN MI DO IT LIKE DISS SHYT IM ON ANOTHA LEVEL SUMM 1 GIT AT MI

u on a level of being weak like balemics tryin to lift weights/
u a newbie homo to RV its hard for u to stick straight/
none of the shit u write is great doesn't give headaches/
my rhymes are like tetnus cause they leave u in bed full of pain/
what u punchin is so lame u blow out air u dont blow flames/
i'll get at u with a chain/.....
then wrap it around your neck...../
then squeeze as hard as i can till i pop out your brain/
stab u with infection on ink the only time u sick with writing/
what u spit is worst than biting u belong in a hurse for lieing/
sayin that u the best but your styles a zero out of ten/
i wont be sincere(sin-scere) throwing u in hells pits leaving u truely dead in sin/
u have crossed the boundarys like immigrants tryin to cross borders/
but im watching u from a post to serve u death as an order/
soon as i see u in sight i steady aim breath and squeeze/
till i run out of ammunition your now food for the coyotes/
watch your mouth dont be big headed little boy behave/
cause im a grown man program to whoop ass if u think u brave/

................

mhmm lets call dis 1 check mate
im tired of rippin dez niggs give up 4 god's sake
im a send u 2 jesus soo dah church wont hav no1 2 wake
im invincible u dump ass fool
ur vocabulary sux u probably think dat mean invisible
im spiitin flames
u like a fukin bitch wit hot mouth,u give hot brains
nigga u must b insane n dah membrain
u lil wild right now diss puppy i got tamed
im dissin him n i dont even kno his name
Sin-Scere u dont want 2 mess wit him
u say u a grown man but dawg lyrically im older than ur children's children
dont spit at mi neva again
if u cant write fire give mi dah pen

I told son i'll dump u n a bin
he looked at mi n grind
he dah christian type,he said killin iz a sin
i said i dont care K-M
he soo delarious he wasent aware wen dah revolver spin
i started bussin at his head n chin
he was left n dah blood pool 2 swin
fuk im dun wit him
i stomp u unda mah feet wit mah tims
u''ll git beat up lyrically,im stocky u slim
i dont expect 2 hear from u again
little tim


ezzzzzzz nigga wat u hav 2 cum bac at dat Cant Murder mi

let me uppin the flames a bit....


time to murder... with my rhymes i serve ya... my lyrical lines with hurt ya... i'll leave u faceless bitch/
elevate a bit...watch me demonstrate this....created diss....that will leave u fadin in the wind/
im violent like ultraviolet rip threw tyrants like u man/
this pirate will leave u threw man my flow detonates while yours is a cooling fan/
i'll leave u with a loose tooth call me the evil dentist/
then i'll brusie u and i wont even splint the fracture on this patient/
i'll just let the discoloration stay in turning into gane green/
like a trojan i'll infect into your hard drive and erase your circuits of rhyming/
i'll send u to a butcher to show u how i chop up this beef/
u a homo so the only beef u like is tube steak.....u quick to drop on your knees/
like shinobi warriors loyal to japanese shoguns.... i'll stab u with a sword in my path/
u a problem like trigonometry and i'll divide u in half like math/
its so sad that these wack punks come in and start running mouths/
i'll treat u like Nato do insurgency and gun ya down/
so watch out cause lyrically im advance while u stay basic and simple/
i lay hits and i blaze fist u better not say a diss or be left cripple/
i'll surround u on your own territory like indian tribes did general custer/
then like compactors in trash bends i'll crush ya... lyrics like bubonic plague struck you/
im worst than the red death and the pendulen.... by a clock sharp to cut at your skin/
compare my rhymes to stomach acid ....cause its a must that they burn your lips/
in order to shut u up for good stop coming with the hard act/
this isn't a hollywood movie script be real ...and no u not large with facts/
im stronger than 400 gladiators fighting barbarians in german wood areas/
so change your decision to fuck with me... or feel the fever upon u like malaria/


trust me im just warming up....~1~....

wait i got a little more.....


sin-sere u not ready for sharp machettis to insert in your abdomen/
u a flamer liking homo action from ass on men/
i'll leave u cold and frozen like carcus meat in refrigerators/
im the emcee annihlator choke u in the air by your neck like darth vadar/
u just a little worm fuckin with a vulture scavanger i hunt for the prey/
so like scared deer running from car lights u better stay out my way/
i'll treat u like sidewalks/ cross walks and walk steps all over you/
cause u not a soldier its true that im bolder than you/
u wouldn't know how to be on top cause u fall off every cliff/
while me i run threw hills while u stall and cough holding your chest/
u could were a protective vest but it still wont stop my lyrical penetration/
cause when i get under your skin its like germs ruinning your immune system/
be glad that im just tossin words having a little fun a bit/
but i could take this serious and pull all my stunts kid/


lol ~1~ :shoot:

oh my god it's incredible wen rappers in they rectobate mind
dey thinkin dey dah shyt even sayin deh 1 of a kind
Diss aint a card game fam, but mi i dethrown kingz like a hired hitman
diss iz as easy as 1 2 3
shut dah fuk up pussy u cant beat mi
how dah hell can pussy beat dik man plezz
but watch peeps how dis dik gone beat dis pussy
i'll beat him up wit mah uzi
i told son lyrically u cant push mi
u like hott food u need 2 kool down b
im crazy i rap rymes from A to Z
mah aim's so acurate wit dah ak i leave niggaz wit acupuncture's
By dah way by time u figger im beatin u dawg u already blown away
diss was like a swords fight he said on guard i said tuchay
Fuk diss ryhming clout,i fuk u up den run n up ur mama's house
U kno wiff dah fukin shotty out
dat bitch a snitch so i put mah gun in her mouth
just so she couldnt holla out
but listen punk fuk diss rap stuff reach mah hood a bet u git shot up
how dare u roll up wit ur shine out
u didnt grind in diss hood,u act gangsta but i hav mah doubt's
U a trick u bitch u a snitch u a fake
fuk u kid right now im dah lion n u dah stake
but he's like a swift snake, he movin so sneaky u cant hear dah sounds dat he make
but im dah mangoos ur life i will take
im confused,he keep letting out weak lines i think he got a blown fuse
I think it's beacuse of summ of dah hard words i used
naww i dont leave niggaz bruise i blow u off dah thrown right out ur shoes



Bitch how much timez do i hav 2 defeat u b4 u realize im 2 good