Let me hit up this battle so I'ma spit real quick/
This nigga hearin my rhymes then stops to suck dick/
I flip out when punkass niggaz try to beat me/
Kick CROZ' ass back to Huntington beach/
I spit real, so I'ma get this shit serious/
This nigga right, he should P.A.N.I.C when he hearin it/
I read his spits, sometimes they didn't rhyme/
Like puffy on a beat, bitin don't think its a crime/
I sit spit, then lay a plan down with sheiks/
This nigga huffin and puffin like he got words to speak/
But reach and hear the endless punches/
Its sumthin, comin beatin ya ass leavin ya broken/
And chokin on ya own blood/
I spit on yo lyrics and bitch you like/
“What, Kre what did I do, did you see me comin/
What did I do, was I frontin, talkin killin like a serial/
Well let me sit down and I'll get back to fearin ya“/
I let you sit then I beat you again/
Sit down on the beat sip juice and gin/
And then, I spit and hit/
Drink holy water, baptise everytime I spit.

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All hail the honourable

My battles