Nigma VS Italy
 

rules b: 15-30 Bars no dr vote/ hata votes/ crew votes/ spit before midnight juice

aight, here we go...

pointin yo finger at me should b a crime
i put up 3, make u bleed, make u read between the lines
when yo bitch look at me, imma take yo life
wit my knife, cut yo heart out, twice, take yo wife
but u know yo ho aint got no chance wit me
no matter who she blow my pants wont go from me
cuz that shit's diseased, strawberry, check it please
leave u wit a stigma like da nigma bitch get off yo knees
u might b laughin but i'm clappin whole entire families
when yo lips r smackin and yo tongue's flappin i pull out my keys
hop n the limozine put down 23 windows just 2 breeze
so when i flow like the air, i know u gonna stare
wit yo mouth wide open u bout 2 b chokin
every word that i holla, is one mo thin u swalla
like my dick when i stick it in u lick it and holla

peace

fuck it im tell ya the truth// im through fa real// im sick of this shit// i cant even believe the deal//
im mad crazy im ready for a kill//
but ever motha fuck talk like he the man a steal//
im like neva you pack pistols and i pack M-16 unde cover agent fa real//
you like damn how we eva gon get it back//
its th take ova i run this i run that//
slam ya face over the windsheld of the jeep//
the Navigators in the shop or the dent wouldnt be as deep//
im the wolf and yall look like a heard of sheep//
so im jumpin right in dont give a fuck if you feel my sheet (shit)
so im change my aim italy i know ya name//
im a come after you im a show you my game
im prolly gonna muder you and just leave you in pain//
your gay ass fantsies are gettin ta me//
whats your problem dogg ou want your dick sucked as your mommy//
i aint com fa bullshit//
this faggot bitch on my dick
i came ta just roc the mic get these bitches fellin right//
but when you step on my cord im slashn you wit my mic//
and oh you might die my crew we ride 12 deep maybe //more cant keep count forget the numbers like my ladies//
i slam hard than any gods//
sweat from my lip cause serious flash floods//
puddle of mud// bullshit puddle of blood
as i stand over your body//your cold carcus is rotten
but theres nobody ta ever be there ta help you dog no dy you wanna see// as i strap and rock ta ya ankle a float ya ass back ta italy