BATTLE BEING MOVED HERE.............................................. .....

GINGER BREAD MANS SPIT
Yo, you`re lying in a battle field like an unexploded GrEnAdE
I`m gonna repossess your assets, your rhymes need financial aid.
Your rhymes be weak, you live with your Moms, your cell phone`s pre-paid
Your shit couldn`t sell, get another hobby, try sellin` lemonade.
Didn`t catch me? I`ll say it again so turn up your hearin` aid
I`m comin` straight for your fuckin` dome like a lyrical rotor blade.
Your rap career was a hurricane, but it`s time to downgrade
Now you`re Tropical Storm Faggot, blowin` through the Everglades.
Overplayed and underpaid, Gingerbread`s warning you disobeyed
Like the T-bone at the Outback, I just left your ass sauteed.

out.