LyRiKaL VS TRAUMA
 

Let Tha Game Begin

My Verse
 

Aight man here goes my verse.... dont take too long wit yours

This nigga accepted my challenge but who da fucc is Lyrikal 03
No feedin good shit off my verse cuz I don’t want you to OD
This nigga think cuz he got a bulletproof car he aint affected by me
I got time, like 50 at some time you gotta hop outta tha humvee

Lyrikal used to have a girl, but now she kno who Trauma is
Doin cannibal acts daily like swallowin a mouf fulla my kids
Ya son comin up to me always sayin am I yo kid or his
Sorry I had to let him kno his moms a hoe, but I tell it like it is

Ya girl gave me brain yesturday and I busted on her lips aight
Juss lettin ya kno that last nite you were kissin my kids goodnite
You can neva top me nigga its like Mini Me and Mike Tyson in a fite
Yo punches eitha miss or don’t effect me and you swingin wit all ya mite

I already kno yo shit is writtin but I aint tha one to complain or start hatin
Only time you cum off tha top is when you on a building masturbatin
While im on ya street corner passin tha rocks like I was Gary Payton
So much evil in me people thinking that that I sold my soul to Satan

Ready to finish you, diminish you, and make you neva wanna post again
Im that rapper wit that clappa that took tha life of ya one and only friend
Black and white, oil and vinegar, me and you are things that don’t blend
Punches left a wound that you cant mend, you lost this battle it wasn’t pretend

OK pussy niggaz spit at me but itz coo

im sick of niggaz like u spitin like ya bars iz hot//
ta descibe u in 1 word u tha oppsite of balls and cock//

in when hop out that bullet proof humvee//
u know im equiped wit not just a vest but a hooodie//

i got u trapped behid my hotbars like u in a flamin cell//
how u gon battle me when yo punchlines r lame as hell//

i anit gon lie man its real real sad//
when im up stairs hit ya maz u down stairs flirtin wit cha dad//

fuck my gurl ima pimp so why so i adoor that whore//
when i roll wit chick that anit neva been kiss like berry moore//

itz coo man tha next time my shorty deep u//
she settin up ta get shots in ya head and chest that u can see though//

u beatin me iz silly//
like a nigga in da hood wit da whyt name billy//

tha end iz near so its time to stop u from breathe//
if a cant hit while r u runnin i will pop in ya legs ta leave u pairapalegic//

tiz ova pussy nicca holla at cha boy fucca