M-body's verse


against dashskit..............


DASHSKIT...This gonna be ya LAST-SPIT...Have you an ya WACK-SHIT...
closed up tight in a CASKET/
Challengin me to a tag team BATTLE...Knowin that
guns might RATTLE...But they
won't ya jus gonna
get beatin worse then when ya
mom smacked ya wit her PADDLE/
So why ya tryin ta BEEF-WIT-ME.
..When ya flow runs flatline on
an E-K-G...That shit couldn't be
fixt wit shock THERAPY/
Ya livin a fake life like ya were
a character in tha SIMS...But ya
skillz are outta wack like disconected
LIMBS...Ya low class clown sittin on ya
teck deck quarter inch RIMS/
Your not on my level, try battlin a MIDGET
...Cuz I look down at ya an all I see is a
SMIDGET...Couldn't roll wit me if ya joined
Limp BIZKIT/
1st battle ya lost an tha door got CLOSED...Made
no sense like it was writtin in Morris-CODE...Now ya
tryin ta come bac jus to get outta 0-1 MODE/
M-Body bout ta add another # to ya losin STREAK...Ya
fuckin chipmunk hol these nuts in ya CHEEK...If ya move
ta Memphis ya skills would still be BLEEK/
Ya got Chinese eyes? Cuz ya not seein CLEARLY...I'll ju
s rip ya eyes when ya come NEAR-ME...Glue em next to my
picture so ya can forever FEAR-ME/
This a battle, more like a slaughter HOUSE
...Ya silenced more then lambs tha time Hannible
got OUT...Drive by tha fork in tha road an see rap, take another ROUTE/
Sorry I couldn't give ya a win jus a big D
EFEAT...But I'll give ya a hint for a lil TREAT...Ya
can replace that zero wit stolen numbers from Sesame STREET/
~1~