My first attempt at a battle against my friend, werd.


This my first battle, and no I ain’t no KOOL COL-B, but li’l Will M. ain’t shit to me
I’ma throw it down quick, I’ma make his shit sick, slice off his balls and cut off his dick
So here the shit goes, please hold ya nose, ‘cause I’m gon’ raise quite the stink,
Make him so uncool you gon’ think that fool is a muthapukkin’ cockfag-dink
He’s the douche-born son of a coupla’ skanks, they were chuggin’ the beer and sniffin’ the crank
They made sweet incest love and when they were done, nine months later out popped William
This might leave a bruise, but he’s fit to lose, he ain’t got nothin’ on me, so let it be known, he’s about to be ovathrown, ‘cause I’m the shit like KOOL COL-B
Now don’t go thinkin’ that I’m being a dirty suck-up, ‘cause that position is held by mista William James McFuck-up
My name’s the Smot, and y’all know my crew, so when it comes to gankin’ there ain’t nothing we don’t do
We rob the rich and piss on the poor, and if you fuck with us we gon' knock on yo’ door
You’ll meet my gat and his friends too, and trust me when I say they gon’ go right through
I told you I’m the shit, I pinned his ass to the wall, but I’s dun with this bitch, I’m outties, ya’ll.