u battlin 2way, u better learn the green cross code, cos im bout to tear up shit on bryans road
wot the hell is your name? and the shit u be sprayin, brave? u pussy thats wot i be sayin
keep the battle alive? dont u read the source? your game is so weak hip hop is becomin a corpse
u spit wit no flow and ya structure collapses, when ppl read ya first line they decide"thats it"
ur ryhmes are a joke and its quite funny, ur style so goofy like an easter bunny
u really hit and miss, miss bein the most, ur raps so white its like uve seen a ghost
im hammerin ya rep and all of ya crew, puttin nails in ya coffins instead of usin screws
six foot under thats where u gettin dropped, holes in ya chest cos u all been shot,
reality is u think ur hot when ya not, when ppl hear my disses theyre bout to go "WHAT"
i ll admit my games isnt how i like, but im raps saviour when it only u whos on the mic
when brave spits i only hear interference, the crowd think u stink so go suck on some spearmint
u tryin to be gibson brave but u have no heart, ive performed an operation in that ive torn u apart