tRiLL vs kawtic
 

I battle 10 emcee’s at the same time, while ya’ll comin at me tryin ta get me with the same rhyme,
U aint no king a the hood u aint no mutha fuckin balla,
U still livin at yo momma’s basement tryin a earn a fuckin dolla,
Tryin ta deal a beaten ass up impala, BITCH on second thoughts don’t holla,
At me cuse I aint down with u or yo bitch ass crew,
On the mic I devour yaw raw like I’m Hannibal lector,
Comin thru my hood you best betta get yoself a slug protector,
Now my shit be played in every sector, I’m takin ova the city hector by hector,
I be the fake emcee detector, n if I see one on my radar I’m quick ta jump on that situation where I’m shuttin you down,
Even faster then yo momma at the welfare office when food coupons be around,
I don’t rap bout niggaz getting clapped by my fo-pound,
I couldn’t care less how many battles you wanna settle this in weather its 5 or the 500th round,
On the mic I rip ya ta shredz like a hungry grey hound,
I be like a tech nine quick ta hit-cha,
Phony emcee’s like you cant go up against me cuse I lyrically split-cha,
I’m like a 100 dolla bill you just a counterfeit-me,
You can try yo fuckin best but you will neva beat-me,
You lonely ass nigga every song you drop you gotta write “feat me”**,
You think I’m frontin bout what I’m sayin bitch wait till ya meet-me,
N you askin yoself who bring the lyrical heat???? ME

thaz nice dawg let a beginner spit
 

we stay majour spray haters its str8 paper
gay fakerz I call yall gaykerz
yall some c+p biterz I call yall paste-erz
yall niggaz ass trash I shud bin it and quick, stay off my jimmy hendrix
Before I send 6 through your appendix
And leave your wig split for forensics
Then its off 2 post a battle and win it when I send it
Spray you with disses no misses like you bin hit with ten dicks
Hey we str8 you gay bent shits
Started jerkin off when I mentioned them ten dicks
N your flow stay all over the place like its bin thrown out the house
Fuck off yall need a cloth 4 the shit that’s coming out ya mouth
I live at the top so stop please frog leap off my cock and get out my house
cos at the topz where i made my home
im not g dep but battle me you'l be in the danger zone
with raps you cant see so you can leave that haze alone
im quick to spit and disrespect ya
you bite rhymes only reason y they call you hannibal lector
you set ya self up spiting that
i get beef cooked like i no where the kitchen at
and know this im the dopest
so this for you is hopeless
spiting that you should try quitin rap
forgeting that i care less if this battle wasnt against me
im eatin battlez like they sreamin taste me

get yo own battle faggot it aint my fault yo shit gettin slept on

i care less is this battle wasnt against me
im eatin mcs like they sayn taste me

who da hell are you?

oi kawtic fuckin post ur verse