this bitch wants another shot b/c the first time was a flop,
u're so simple minded u had to read the directions for a pop top.
I spit hard as no mask and gun point robbing business
Leave u with so many holes ur crew will have to holla at guiness, and I aint shitten, cause when Im done youll be wishing I was just dissing cause after u spitting, im hacking ur landline, writing ur address, down, coming and guess who im getting?
Like Pusha T. and Malice my flow is just clipse
Don’t like it ill reverse it and the clips ill flow will hit,
Straight in ur body im coming kamikaze to anybody fuckin with dough,
Think im master p because my “son” is the size of romeo, im talking berettas fo’ sho’, u know my boy that makes ur homeies say “please, no, no” then turn and run, sound like fun?, it is when u wake up and see ur time has come, look around u in hell next to mcvaigh and big pun, make u wish u could’ve never fucked with battling and just sung, in ur church with the nuns, u think this is a track and not a freestyle cause its leaking like nose runs, b rantis hitting straight home runs,
freestylin off home grown now how that sound, tell ur girl im still trying to shout out the stains in her night gown, pound for pound the best around, like clemmens on the mound, u the dirt, im standing all over the ground, u taking a O like the stat column for rebounds when all u hearing is that swishhhhin’ sound, u couldn’t even give ur rhymes up at the shelters lost and found, cause they give no protection,
ur shit is a lesson to those who want to lack perfection, while mine is like Ron Jeremy, full on erection, u COULD win this battle if it was a therapy session, cause ur shit is soothing making me feel better, while my flows full erection is making ur girl wetter,
get off the computer u fuckin’ lame music pirate,
wont know if the virus is from downloading or from hearing b. rantis’s fire



get the fuck off here u piece of shit and next time u call me out in bitch slapped