Ha wack ass motha fucka lets go.


Types like Synickle make NiggA mad for equipping-domains//
Your diction’s-so-plain, reading your **** is giving-slow-pain//
The words I’m spittin’-blows-brains like hittin’-cocaine//
Evicting-yo-brain out of your head, looking like Chicken-low-mein//
Don’t try and scorn-vets cause you were born-vexed//
It’s not my fault your father couldn’t pull out of the ***** in time at the porn-set//
I spotted your wackness with a vultures-view//
Who was that supposed-ta-move?, older-dude wearing loafer-shoes??//
The Birth Control line was bitten from ME and all your punches were over-used//
pay attention-you-fuCk!, cause I’m sick of addressing-this-stuff//
dumb-cat, I’ve only seen one-rap and it’s no question-you-suck//
I bring thunder-duke! Devastating the ground from under-you//
For you, this battle is unfair like making special ed students attend summer-school//
But I don’t need punch-lines, but here’s another one, just one-time//
I’ll embarrass you, like someone in a Beverly Hills High School free lunch-line//
Now your nervous like a spinal-cord or finding out your girl has vaginal-sores?//
Cause on Rapbattles, you aint even top 64, I’m a #1 seed in the final-four//
I’ll have your girl in hot-pursuit to toss-me-loot while wearing glossy-boots//
Following the long line of women in your family of prostitutes//
(crowd speaking) “J, please can you stop-abuse”//
( J speaking) “Nope, I always drops-the-truth”//

,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,finish him,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

I was trained-ta-bust words so obserd they turn ya brains-ta-mush//
eyes to pop out, heart to liquefy and your frame-ta-rust//
And to think, you take this internet shiT serious, this is just a game-to-us//