Tha GanGsta-Vs-Birdman2k
 

Unlimited bars
no crew-hate-DR
3-0 KO 5 votes win

feed all you want ill drop when im done with my key.
by the way i dont feed..

Good luck

Deadline-tonight before midnight.

I spit facts an click gats-admittingly rip tracks-with intensivly sick raps.
delibertly smack kids like they verbally hit crack..
A lyrical eruption corruptin these niggas like malacious destruction.
Cauzin flesh deductions as a result of rugged cannabalistic abductions.
Rymez fly-will infilirate your basic mind.
Ya membrain crashed ya collection of knowledge is now blind.
Fukk your simplistic witty conflictions.
Im like cardiac arrest leavin humans in cancerous conditions.

(Gets Personal)

Your style is fukkin PITIFUL-Your ryme scheme is PLAYED.
I wickidly beat INDIVIDUALS-Untill their laced with metal PLATES.
I watch the chamber SPIN-when the 9 milly CLICKS.
I got poles that wont BEND-And your caught in the fukkin MIX.
These games is gettin OLD-bein freindlys gettin ODD.
I like it cloudly and COLD-While niggas like you is gettin ROBBED..

(Switch up)

Lyricly challenged?-our man powers more then jus a talent.
Evenly balenced?I can eaisaly describe birdmans lyrics as ballets..
Im choke’n punks-with ropes-n-cuffs-a challenge gets fukked like hoes-n-sluts..
I lace-cliques- cause face-lifts-its one sided don’t debate-shyt.
when hate-slips-I tape-spits-to make hatas brain-sick.
I make wickid-drops an rip-blocks untill im on top of my hip-hop.
Perform stick-ups an flip-rocks as mush as bustas likes they dick-jocked.
The~finish-exceeds the~limit-Get ya gut~dented-lifted up like your gods lil~nigga
If you get~picked- you deserve the red~flinch-of the mind when your dead~bitch.

uppin for birdman

still waiting on you rass you hit my pm up asking

is this niccah gonna drop or what??

nothin worse than a punk who wont battle after u droped some lines

listen up son/ i aint scared of your rhymes/ so now is it my time to drop them nickles and dimes/ cause i think you cant handle them dolla signs/ i got your message/ i think you need to give your rhymes some spinach/ cause when you battle me your finished/ your done/ its over son/ my rhymes so hot it out blaze the sun/ Aerosmith said Jada's got a gun/ boy recognize i kill hoes for fun/ I got more important things to do/ then to fuck with you like going to school/ getting my education/ I am tired of weak ass niggas like you trying to hate me/ GangstaJ dont come in my face acting like a full package/ your lyrics back up your title,your brain damage/ dont compliment my skills then diss me like that or ill shock your mind with rhymes like we was at radio shack/ ill use euphansia to end your world of misery/ ill cut your heart in half using lyrical lines of symmetry/ J just kick back go get some ice cream from the vendor/ you so stupid you thought Boyz II Men was a child car center/ check it J you might rhyme rhythmically/ but that dont mean i cant burn you with test tubes chemically/ these lyrics will take your fucking breath away/ if you spoke your mind then you would have nothing to say