WESTSIDE


I'll put a lyrical noose around your throat like a necklace reckless
there for I can mark killin you off my check list
I rap with royal wit, YOU belong in the toilet
don't post anything on rap battles anymore because you spoil it
naustic, you lost prick, so just toss dick down your throat makin it pour cum like a faucet
you know my verse'll always be universal with no need for rehearsal
your the worst fool, I know to you this rhymes hurtfull
but I gotta win and keep the rap battles hearse full
I'm constantly rappin prominently and dominantly over fools who rap fraudulently
fuck an individual thats intentional when he flows shitty like it's his ritual
I'll leave your flow unread and deserted cause my flow diverted and alerted people that in the battle loss book, your gettin inserted
go battle second grader's cause you lost this like the raiders and made me look, not like a chameleon, but a pack of wild alligators