knightshade your quite played so stop try'na act like your high grade
I can tell your mom helped with your verse cause it souds dike made
soundin like you went on a lyrical journey and the mic stayed
you and your simple crew production is constantly comin with that gay corruption
stick with that penis suction, that's the only way your lips won't malfunction
cause when you rap they tuck in, ok now let's get your record sunken
in this battle I was equiped and you tripped when I ripped the mic and never slipped
get a grip cause I'm already gripped, showed your girl my penis, the bitch flipped
I'm knightshades worst knightmare, this verse blinds him like a bright flare
2 lines into it and he's like oh shit chameleon won right there
off a slight stare I swear your verse is more than quite bare
this is the first battle you'll fail, you were a smooth runnin train, I made you de-rail
your crew has too much graphic faggot detail, no way you fools could ever prevail
my victory is so overpowering even you can sense the sweet smell
I'm hear for your record, I just heard your dreams shatter
RB is your only life cause that's were you get away with your concieted chatter
you try to build yourself up talkin like a mindless babbler
but end up makin yourself look like every RB member's dick grabber
you try to be fashionable but RB isn't a site for glamour
your gettin left with nothin but old time memories and your fucked up grammar
your just the shaved pussy Ive been waitin for, now I'm rippin your existence
I come to this battle with no resistence and no assistance, just my sixth sense
call MP the RB tyrant's, your crew never improves cause you got no helpfull guidence
I guess you don't have any except for talkin about violence
we don't need it cause we use words with styles of lyrical giants
stick to silence, you know this battle seemed as if you had no lyrical defiance