yo
face it,‘1 on 1’ ill cut you up, that’s why you need a band aid
no lead, ur pen made ,I come tight off the top, sorta like a french braid//
you fail grades ,my attacks surprise ur eyes, disguised to bring demise
loose 9 lives, i’m a wise guy swinging with five knives n leave u cut to size//
face it, from these cats at openmic, your battles get less clicks then gay porn
you have plain forms while I drain norms with reign storms, as u lay torn//
remain scorned as this beating is ‘on the house’ like a ‘chimney’
kids saying ‘Houston’ we have a problem like I was smacking ‘Whitney//
im hurting fool’s when attacking with punches and personals
ill piss on your face then smash your head across the urinals//
don’t get baffled you’re in those battles where beef gets rattled
burial grounds with dead cattle, I release shots that’ll kill prattle//
i ‘reign’ like Kemp in Seattle, styles worth as my ‘bars’ depicted ‘gold’
in votes all ur seeing is 1s and 0s like computer-encrypted code//
i’m sick when I make fun of you so you can say i’m diss-infected
i spread like vicious viruses and leave computer disconnected//
your chin and my fist connected, damn this is long but fuck it
in battles I pack more ‘pieces’ then a family size KFC bucket//
fuck statistics I get ballistic if this kid persists with the bitch skits
leave his wrist slit, see how quick my fist hits u,throw misfits//