lol aight . . .
Merk Squad's in this . . .
yo yo yo uh-yi-yi-yo *coughhh* *wheeezzze* *clears throat* yo yo yo yo uh yi-yi-yo chicka chicka . . . *tosses mic back and forth between hands* yo yo *runs to bathroom and throws up from nervousness* aight here we go . . . yo yo You got no um . . . You got no *looks out to a crowd of blank faces* *chokes* yo yo um . . . *chokes again* fuck it . . . *walks out as a tear slowly runs down face* . . .
. . . *remembers Avalon PMed him a verse! and runs to go get it* . . . *walks back in room feeling confident* yo yo yo uh yi-yi-yo yo chicka chicka yo yo *drops the bomb* yo yo You got no, You got no . . .
"Turn up the beat"
*nods head*
*gets in Avalons face and starts spitting*
. . .
You got no Common Sense. I offered food for thought, but you're fasting/
Hip-hop . . . I Used To Love H.E.R. . . . . before you started rapping//
At least when I defeat you, your fear of loss will be gone/
Beat you from all sides, and turn your square ass into Dr. Octagon//
You claiming that you're sick? Well, this verse is a GET WELL letter/
My bars will ring ya head, and leave ya heated . . . like Bell Peppers//
Ima crash your lines like the market, so you shouldn't invest in stocks/
Fuck spittin, I'll throw you your own verse . . . then you'll really catch a loss//
My skillz makes you so nervous, you consider biting like termites/
Now your flows backwards cause all the pressure done made you right your verse twice/
Av was begging for Mind in his crew and PM'ing me every day/
I told him, "Get off my dick." . . . but he wanted to learn the hard way//
You wanna bring ruckus like Rawkus but you're pointless like Islamic wars/
Av's so dumb, he posted a text verse, and called it Sound-Bombing 4//
You're fucking with an ace, now you're dropping your hand to swap cards/
Bigheaded Av is thinking he famous . . . while I drop bars that rock-stars//
The pressure I bring in battles will limit your options like blackmail/
I'll ground your ass like coffee beans, cause in battles vote-wise I Max-well//
Your bars are all the same, I'll de-crown you and sit back in my throne/
I read your verse and coulda swore your lines were Attack of the Clones//
Av's gonna get KO'ed quick, must have been drunk to come diss the king
He put his number of votes on his finger . . . now he wants me to kiss the ring//
In battles I'm quick to takeover ya grounds like FBI house raids/
This battles an E-Z-Bake Oven, cause me roasting your rhymes is childs play//
You're trying to get in the rat race, but your wackness won't let you run far/
Fake thug . . . ass ramming my bars is the only way that you cum hard//
I'm tempted to smack you the fuck out, but was raised not to hit a bitch//
I'm constipated reading your rhymes . . . because I just don't give a shit//
I'm quick to web this cat and make him enter-nets like he's site-based/
Av's a newbie who I won't give the light of day like I'm night shade//
. . . *looks ^^ up and realizes that he has no life for typing all that bullshit before his verse and walks out feeling like an idiot as the crowd boo's him*
EDITED FOR SPELLING ERRORS . . .