Oh Shit Three, Here comes Godzilla, Oh No, Calliber Wait, It's Big Bad Villa/
You have to pre-write and bite, but you stil don't win, Doesn't seem right/
My New Name Is The Village Slaughterer, When I Speak, you reply like a stutter-er/
You should be afraid of this murderer, There's no time for you herre ya hearr/
I maybe be a hick son of a bitch, but your the addict to dick cum, ya a bitch/
Three you call me fag son, but from what Austeeno says, you like to tea bag some/
I'm the type to give you shin splits, Pull it out, break it in half, And stick it through your lips/
Then We won't have to listen to your spits, your a little Rebel kid who likes dicks/
I Don't give two shits about your so-called "hits", They all be the bitten and pre-writs/
Learn to Rap "cuzzo" and maybe it'll be fair next time, Learn to respect whats mine/
You know this rap shit? yo, it's mine holmes, Cuz I Rip Right Through you like Priest Holmes/
Your head is like a cell phone cuz I put it on roam, Your equivalent to a lawn gnome/
At Least in this little game we call battle raps, Remember ladies and gentlemen, Austeeno's ass he taps/

That's not pre-written. I don't really take you seriously because you bit half of that. Good luck explaining that shit.

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