This bitch already has a vote, it’s mother fuckin’ Blaze’s, And we all know they both take it in anal phases, I know man that line was Blaze’s//

But they’re so tight that they’re in Purple Hazes, Man I’ll send you all the way back to solvin’ mazes, And your still trippin’ over little kid Crazes, I’ll be winnin’ 5-0 before Hell Raises (Hell Raizer, always says he’ll vote but never does)//

Put your heads together usin’ Brazes (Type of Welding…), I’ll go old school tyin’ together shoe laces, I use high-powered gats to relocate ya faces, And I’m hittin’ you so hard you’ll need new braces//

I come fully equipped leavin’ people like you in full-body braces, Sometime I send them home in coffins and cases, I’m the bling bling mac daddy pimp of all rap aces, Dawg our records are no where’s close to bein’ adjaces (adjacent)//

I’m the king of words, commas, and spaces, Every single thing hittin’ you like maces, I jump crews and gangstas of all races, lookin’ for a win vs. me is like bein’ on wild goose chases//

I’m about to get struck by white lightning?, the chances of that happenin’ are as good as winnin’ the lottery, P.S.A. keepin’ the Terrorist alert forever hightning, And dawg I though I should tell you your eyes are getting’ kinda watery//





Your getting merked so bad they’ll revoke your drivers license, Make you fuckin’ blind like the 3 mices, Leavin’ you in awe like birthday suprises, And I’m Givin’ this bitch an early mid-life-crisis//

Cookin’ your dead body with the K.F.C. secret herbs & spices, Send a dish to your mom equipped with all sorts of foreign breads & rices, Your fuckin’ annoying me like farm pests & hair lices, your now gambling with life like rollin’ all the fuckin’ dices//

If crew votes were allowed I’d have Zig Zag & Franchises’, And I merk bitches of all shapes sizes, and ya’ll need to start takin’ your own fuckin’ Advices, Before ya’ll hit enter you should start your revises//

I’m teachin’ you in battles like they’re Elementary Classes, Spittin’ so hard breakin’ your nerdy eye glasses, VP always be Merkin’ bitches at 1st glances, While you White Lightning get merked by every wigga that passes//

My rhymes are heart-less like they arose from the ashes, I’ve been rhymin’ since before Bash started his Bashes, Set fire around you like I started plane crashes, Leave windows broken and your blood on car dashes//

Find you and Blaze’s bodies with huge ass gashes, Leave the mother fuckin’ cops lost in hashes (Means Confusion for ya’ll who don’t know), The Coroner’s Wonderin’ why ya’ll ain’t got any eye lashes, Like it’s Halloween and your dressed up for little kid Monster Mashes//

White Lightning & Friends are wanna be Steve Nashes (Canadian Baller for the Mavs), And it’s about time for me to start record quashes (Overturning), Stick ya’ll with words leavin’ scars like sword slashes, Fuck mano v mano these are full crew clashes//



You’re boastin’ that you’re a lyrical renegade, The rules of battlin’ are here and you need to abade, I could care less whether your from Canada or the County of Dade, W.L.’s win record is about to fuckin’ fade//

I sweat red, fuck blood it’s Gatorade, And you’re gonna need all sorts of surgisists to come to your aid, and fuck, now kids lets see if his spleen is the color jade, Dawg come back after you get laid//

Man my Rap career has always been made, Every time I merk a bitch dawg I get paid, Don’t be like “AllDig make him lose because he too good for this ‘Gade (renegade)”, Now let’s see how many of your dick riders now want to get diced up by my 16 inch blade!!!!//

EDIT-> ADDED THIS STATEMENT HERE:And Dawg... perhaps you didn't get the fuckin' message, Franchise & me are BOTH out of L.R. and in P.S.A.....

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