Yo this pussy LFLOWS cant spit, its like he's experiencing vaginal dryness
And this is supposed to be one of Tha Councils finest
Im tha king of text so start refuring to me as your highness
Ya rhymes aren't near as foul as mine-is, probolly dont even know what grime is
Cats is ready to sleep on ya verses, voters come to ya battles wit blankets like Linus/(cat from Charlie Brown/)
You a virgin so how you plan to fuck wit my verse this round
I'll have heads thinkin this is a football game cause youll be tha first down
You wouldnt be able to spice up ya lyrics if you made em wear ya night gown
Cats will think you steppin off tha thrown when I give you loose crowns/(teeth)
Step up and get surved like coustomers at 24 hour diners
This Richard Simmons is after me for bein such a phat rhymer
I dont care how live ya bars are I'll make em all flat liners
Ya skills is dusty like 40 year old coal miners
And ya crew Tha Fam is filled with weaker players like tha
FUCKING 49ers


THIS IS FOR FUN DOESNT COUNT FOR THIS BATTLE<
JUST A FEW EXTRA BARS I FIGURED I WOULD POST FOR THE FUCK OF IT

I'll punch you in da back of ya neck and leave ya spine sore
Yo answer this, whut exactly do you rhyme for?/
Try to share ya thought wit me and you'll get ya mind tore/
If you need employment after I ruin ya career I'll let you sell tickets for my tour/