ayo i came wit two in my hand
the battle axe ta make ur jaw bland
i know u dont understand so lemme spell it out
im bringin a bat ta cause chaos an clout
all u do is bitch like someone tipped ur spout
an all the time u was callin me out
there no need ta pout i know i busted ur lips no fight in this lil bout
no need ta retort i like consort to procure
the lines i spit im secure got the antidote check this magic cure
hold ur ears make u endure like ur bitch when she felt the need to
procure
i should tell u to ensure ur future theyll put u on well-butrin
or acedamediphine
cause a bitch like u need only bow ta the shrine
after 3 innings u like rocker set on the bench to recline
pat u on the but like ur mom left u know its gonna be fine
bad mistake askin to battle ur ass is mine
i write these lyrics all the time
but u have no mind to ryhme its like i wasted my fuckin line
the baster set to the pine the flame set burn all the time
u thought the light was lime but my mics on
so sit the fuck down because i won cause delirium bash ur fuckin head in son
this battle is done my flo was elementary
i know but i feel incarcerated like penitentary
battle down done ended in chivalry