Real Quickie:::
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aYyo Lil G:::
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My bars’ll have this kid bounced off the board, faster than a rebound...
Fuck ya bullshit, I’m known for tossin’ kids, like Marshall on the balcony;
Kick like Tae-Bo fitness, & believe bitches, I’m burnin’ more than calories...
Battle me? this kid’s Lost boys, like Peter Pan’s tag alongs…
Cuz honestly, ya rhyme skill, low, and half assed, like saggin thong;
This faggots wrong, for posting that shit, it’s pure trash…
"Lil G" gets wrecked on, if he says he’s nice, this whore’s gassed…
Ya punches is useless, like a quadriplegic w/ a toolkit;
have you more red & blue than the Puerto Rican Day Parade, fool-bitch…
ya rhymes? Tape at finishin lines, Vendetta's runnin thru ya bars…
pissed cuz you got key'd, and fucked up like spiteful bitches do to cars…
I’m spewin’ stars, like a ninja’s palm, beatin ya like ya moms…
My vertex comes at ya neck from more sides than a polygon…
don’t tell me you tried, like habitual lying optics, I can’t believe my eyes…
cuz this pussy’s beat meat, my bars is maggots, which makes me LORD OF THE FLIES.
I’m from the major leagues, you a highschool baller, like LeBron…
I’m snoring on Lil G, this "emcees" a Futon!
Don’t even need a dope closer to put this faggot to sleep…
I’ll just throw a saddle on a vegetable…and Dare you to Ride a Beet…
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.-one