The Real American Idol
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IP:
Aight...i thought i was spittin first...but here it is
-This guy acts like hes a fuckin vet
-Dont talk so greasy dawg. You aint won a battle yet.
-Who really gives a fuck if youre the hardest rapper outta P-City?
-Thats like me sayin im the hardest rapper outta me and P Ditty.
-That aint venom, thats semen you spittin at me.
-Thats more proof that youre the man wit the HIV.
-You shoulda let me be the first to spit man
-Maybe then you coulda bit off it instead of droppin that shit man.
-My rhymes are philosophic. while your shit is catastrophic.
-Right now your shakin so bad I could hand you tha mic and youd drop it.
-That tells you about the skills i posess.
-I dont even need a gun to put 21 holes in ya chest.
-Your shit dont rhyme dogg...you should fix that shit today.
-And you aint black dogg...nigga aint a word that you should say.
- Youre pathetic dawg...or is that something you cant comprehend?
- You said youre dominican...IS THAT LIL FIZZ ON THE OTHA END?
- Cuz no MC could be that weak.
- And who else raps with a dick pressed to their cheek?
- I got 7 lines left but I wont need em.
- Does this nigga really think I need the maximum to beat him?
- I already won this.So Ima step back, smile and take a bow.
- And if you need to, you can borrow my gun and end your suffering now.
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Go ahead. Turn your back on me. Thats when I punch you in the back of your head. Faggot.
Fuck wit me once, shame on you. Fuck wit me twice, youre dead.
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