You wanted beef, here it comes, this isnt a battle, it's war....


Beef Track

Releave/ of my stress//
Cold stell to your chest//
In peace/ youll rest//
This beef/ to death//
Another Herb, Another blaze session///
hit/ quick/ step to the side, leave you geussin///
which way am i goin, is this beef, or am i testin?//
come on bitch/, ur quick/ to talk shit/, answer my questions//
your gunna get/ dealt wit/ so im not stressin//
this herbs wack, i dont even know why i'm messin//
this situation/ is steadily elevatin/ to devestation//
I'm lacein/ and tracein/ this track wit determination//
this isnt a battle fool, this is beef//
come after F, still couldent be a G//
Lets see what you do, when your faced with me//
Bring Philleys Phinest and try to test The Regime//

Battle Track

HaaHaaHaa

LETS GET READY TO RUMMMMMMBBBLLLLLLLLEEEE!!!!!!

This is Kapones return to battlin.. You should be scared boy.....

Im out the gate like seamin when this dude ejaculates//
but hes not str8// to man ass crak this dude masturbates//
That one crew chould come thru to Investigate//
Your not a biter, just fruity gay guy who lives-to-hate//
your gettin tossed, and its only 2 bars in//
battle a real MC, when you win, you can step again//
But you do got props/ for volenterring to get rocked/
i do old school drops/ like this word to ya momz

Punch Time

Like you write on an old porch/ ur english is broken//
gimme the mic, puttin out your torch, the tribe has spoken//
but you wont survive, how many wins you got? Nine?
this is between me and you aight?/ i think theyre liekin mine//
your not a farmer, but your bringin Corn all the time//
The wins in your profile are from clownin nobody's with ya ryhmes//
they like "ew get it away" like germs/ u bring bull shit spits like fetish enjoying milkers//
you can try to to play with fire, but youll get burned/, and be numb, cuz they aint feelin-yurs//

Style Switch

If u maintain/ ur claim/ that you can hang/ your insane/
ill bring to fame/ that you gay/, fake/, and lame/
get the title ready to be sprayed/ under your name/
cuz ull be bitch number 2, followin Danna Dane//
but thats you/ and your crew/ even the founder cant lead, he follows too/

a train/ we and in the game/ call/ the Wack Holocost like eliminating the Jews//

the final line/ of my ryhme/ to clown this kid right/
keep ur day job, hell, dont even rap by night///////////






Bitch. you wanted beef, u got raped, so it was forced pork...[haha]

So whatever man, you just got ripped, hell, my outro line coulda beat you^^

Beefs finished

*Drops Mic* *ClUnK*

**edit**

line was spaced down, backed it up