|
Flyweight
|
IP:
No gloves when you step into the ring with me//
g-rho knocks you out b4 the count a three//
might let you go another round, wtf for free//
to split your dome and feed brains to birds in the trees//
Bloodspitter, the only blood you spit is when my fist connects
and cracks your bones//
like i snap microphones//
i spit flames nigga, I burn ya to cinder//
make your spitting ass beg to surrender// you maggot
my rhymes are quick, yours hit in december//
quit talking that ill shit bitch you ain't fit to deliver//
You gotta recognize a soldier of war, rhyme blazing//
the kamakazee of this shit, flow so amazing//
I spit flows that blow up like C-4's, I'm sho nuff to take
this rap battle out yo mouth so spit BLOOD//
you'd never last cause my skillz is out to merc you//
and all your wack rhymes, you know it urkes too//
listen to wack shit like yours, i hear it, I pause//
and laugh so loud your ass would think I'm applauding//
but on the real, your shit can't stop me from yawning//
But that's cause you stupid, you knew it when you came here to battle//
the rattlesnake, I hesistate to put your ass in the saddle//
but ya did yourself kid, you don't belong with rap dude
What!
|