Opener
After This Rap This Horse is going to RETREAT.|
Battling Me, is Like A 100-Dash Marathon With no feet.||
If ya rhymes were out in the cold thats the only way it'll be considered "SICK".|
Yo Horse why the hell you rappin if you dont run with a Clique.||
If ya Rhymes caught the Fever it still wouldn't be iLL.|
I wont stop until i knoc you the fuck to Brazil.|
Shit you're like crashed programs, you obviously have "trouble shooting".|
Here, just forfiet from this battle and maybe you'll run better if you try re-booting.||
And you try to gain respect beefin with the most pathetic cat on the site?.|
And you scared him away? Haha I knew you had more balls than that dyke.||
Oooh, hold ya nose, DARKS rhymes stink and they smell potent.|
And by crackin ya skull I'll give a new meaning to keeping ya "Mind open".||
Bringin' Punches So Nice, Fully Equipped with, Tools to Rip Shit.|
And You Don't Have To Be A Genius to See This Fool's Not Gifted.||
I'll Expose The Truth, Streets Never Had A Chance To Begin-With.|||