yodawg check da rulez

1:No Dr Hate or Crew votes
2:many linez as ya want

go fo it man

here it is...

i bin murderin ladies since i was five,
Ran'em over wen i found i cud drive,
wit dese rymes i'll barely leave you alive,
and for da best record im gonna strive,
as many trax as a DJ tranna emcee,
i'll giv u anthrax bitch as i rap 4 dis geek,
hit u hard u be in pain,lyrically insane,
new member to dis game,slice ur throat wit a nu blade,
from ma shavin razor,da shock gon' amaze ya,
ima hotter dan fire ma shit gonna blaze ya,
u just another F M C,'n' ima B A D,
leave u needin the L A P D believe me,
i aint sexist,its just u annorexic,
not eatin shit cuz u fort u saw me flexin,
ma muscles on da front of da magazine,
got ya eatin out ma lap 4 da way im emceein'
after dis battle im gonna watch u fleein,
away from me 'n' ur rap battles dream.
hit me back yo i'm the meanassrapper,
im like a ghost cuz im gonna haunt u after!!!

dats ma shit,holla bak.

CJ

yo man this aint gonna be a long one
i see that ya think you tha one holdin tha gun
thinkin that woman should belong in the kitchen/bitch listen/
it awell known fact we are multitaskas
can have yo house spotless and have enough energy ta last us
so we can clean out cha wallet down at tha dolce gabanna
versace and gucci and all the other designa garbage
we dont care if ya love us, we just care bout tha g
and if you dont have that you cant satisfy me
thats why a sent you home afta you came beggin for ma love
you got no money you got now style and you sure as hell aint got tha dubs
that night ya tried ta shoot me while a lay in ma bed
crept up al sinister like and put tha gun ta ma head
ya shotit five times before ya realised it was a fake
and that i was in tha closet behind ya with a nine inch steak (wooden one)
i aint a coward ta be tha one ta drive tha weapon thru tha heart
pullin a trigger easy nigga stabbin someboadys the hard part
baisically i don think you got what it takes
well never kno now nigga cause i just chopped you up for tomoros dinna plate
you just end up in tha bin wit all the otha rubbish and thats where ya belong
bitch cut your rhymes and go back home before i finish ma song