{JimmyWhite}
Ima split open ya back, then pour acid in the cracks,
drop some tacks,
sew it back, then see how ya act after that.
Ya wacker than wack, in fact,
I'll tear ya arm off and smack the 'rap' outta ya crap.
This is a test of rap, and I doubt you can pass,
so instead of a bad grade, I'll take razor blades to ya face and ya split back.
Then I'll sit back and laugh, cuz its just another day of battle spits and rap attacks.
But now its time to let Renegade take over the track,
doesn't matter if its wack, just remember he's black...
{Renegade}
Yea I'm black and rhyming comes secondary for me,
nigga best check yo self cuz you gotta nose bleed.
From the flows that I bestow,
and my pimp hand is so outta control.
That women be always wantin to blow me,
haven't gon to college but I still got a P.H.D! {pretty huge dick}
50 an J-Kwon aint got what it takes to be me,
y'all niggas know who's the real P.I.M.P.
What bitch, you think that you tight,
enough to hang out wit Renegade and JimmyWhite?
Yea we ebony and ivory,
but we comin out wit sicka and illa flows, beat afta beat.
Time to hand the mic back to JimmyWhite,
so yall niggas can see what this white boy is really like.
{JimmyWhite}
I'll show you who's white, pull down my pants and show you the light,
brighter than bright, but I'm still tighter than tight.
While yall fake rappers act but can't even fight,
use a night light and recite lines like recital nights.
[Elton John - Well O.K Mr. White]
Damn right I'm mister right,
damn right I'm JimmyWhite,
skin light that brings freight to fags who recite,
and decide to be-dykes...[Elton - Cmon Jimmy be nice!]
How can I be nice when Jimmys rhymes are precise,
and still yall devise to take this whitey outta rap worldwide,
and hide his lines like Lacy Peterson's body in high tides! [Splash]
Like a 'pistol~fight', I'ma have it 'short and holy' like the hair of 'episcalpal~dykes.'
I missed ya whole fight, maybe because it didn't even happen,
kinda like the battles you fought when you said you was rappen.
Happened underground, no sounds of raps goin down,
no witnesses around to brown nose the rapper crowned. [Kiss]
Renegade be pimp slappin the crap outta ya crew,
renegade back attackin rap through flows in high school.
Beefin wit Jimmy and young hov, c'mon now, its a sin,
if being gay was a sport, you still wouldn't have a 'come-from-behind-win!' [Right Elton?] [Uh huh]
Rhymes contrasted to marshal and I've finally had-it,
so listen to how long this whitey has lasted.
So before you start war, here's a question you should be askin',
do you want ya corpse in a open or closed casket?
Renegade go and blast it...
[Gun Shots]
{Renegade}
We back for a second round, Renegade and Jimmywhite,
and this boy is gunna show y'all his will to fight.
He gunna crack yall niggas skulls in wit all his might,
and it don't really matta if he wrong or right,
cuz its a struggle and plight.
To get to the top of the game,
when niggas tryin to take away ya fame,
and broads be always try to blame...
you for some crap ya never did,
like...[Bitch - He raped me! He beat me!]
slut please believe I ain't tryin to be like Kobe.
Aint tryin to get locked up in the penitentiary,
5-10 wit no parole, no self control,
over my life which I disowned.
And my rhymes be so outta tha flow,
That girlies sayin about how biggie he big headed,
chick stop talkin about how big my [Elton John - Hehe!]
My words infelictious, like O.J when he murderin his wife in Texas,
actin like he dislexic? [J.O?]
Sayin he didn't know a thing bout the crimes he commit,
and now this track by Renegade and JimmyWhite is done wit!

Renegade - ahahahahahaha! We straight murdered yall
JimmyWhite - fa sho, whitey and renegade be tearin it up
Renegade - its over!

{JimmyWhite}
Ay wait renegade, I still got some ish to say,
still got spits to spray, still got a list of gays to degrade.
So before you walk out of the door wit four of your whores,
let me flow some more, and do what I was born for.
Flow more like ol Jimmy was actually the whitey that was hard-core,
so whats an alarm for when you bearin arms full of harmful weapons when I call war.
So while you spit basic raps, I'm sittin relaxed wearin a Jason mask,
given ya back fourty wacks just for hatin my crap.
Simple tasks completed thanks to a mask and a ax,
machete ready for wack fags who try and debate the facts.
I dont relate to fags, maybe because I'm just straight just makin raps,
takin craps on drags that get around like 'unsanitary' 'mail-bags.' [Male? Ha ha]
[Ja Rule - Wait pause-it, you really think this whitey has really lost-it?]
enough of the pauses, this whiteys 'out' like Elton John's cribs closets.

JimmyWhite - Now its over...
Renegade - Did you say somthin Jimmy?

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