YO HERE I GO, NOT THE BEST BATTLE FROM ME BUT FUCK IT......

You battling me you must be soft, soft as candy (candy floss)
When it comes to your virginity, it’s a good job you right hand comes in handy//
Cause you ya bitch you’d still be fresh fish
We all know, cocks and little balls are ya best dish//
You purposing a battle to me says
I need to pick up on wins cause I’m even attracting, non-emcee gays//
Meta you’re claiming you have xplizit phlowz
But really the only flow you get is cumin in men’s mouths and biting pillows//
I’m like the k.k.k. But I hate bitches
After I beat you, your gonna be left with over a thousand stitches
You must have crabs, cause when I look at you your pussy itches//
Or are ya nervous you’ve stepped up to bigga, well back down
I’ll have appreciation of handing you the wack crown//
Put the crack down, don’t over-dose now
The abuse is nearly over, this battle bein close HOW//
I’m gonna use you as a punch bag you fat cunt
Roll up a blunt, cause this bitch can’t stunt//
Your punches wont land, you lyrics haven’t worked
Now bigga gonna leave you MERKED//