these are my lyrics to a track i'm recording soon with BMUSE.

the layout goes like this...

1st verse - 9MM
2nd verse - BMUSE
Chorus
3rd verse - 9MM
4th verse - BMUSE

here's the lyrics...

1st Verse - 30 Bars...
these are the lyrical skills, of me and BMUSE
copy them you'll get ya brain brused, socked twice and confused
have you slapped backwards, short fused, hit and abused
your not in a fit state to win, your gonna lose
i guess your thinkin who's, this guy on the mic
talkin and reciting all this shit i dont like
if you got a problem with me sort it out on ya own
and let me take my seat, back in the rap throne
you know i'm only jokin, i aint nothin' special
but i would laugh and beat ya ass, with a tea kettle
open ya skabs up again, before they settle
i'd like to intruduce you to my friend, mr. metal
and i bet you'll, be runnin when ya see the beretta
i know i'm ivolve ya, by shootin off ya head-a
empty a clip in ya brain, 2 pounds of lead-a
then cut you with knifes really quick, like a shreadda
nothing left of you, mouth cut up to much to sue
no corte date, no jail sentance, no letter out the blue
no gangs terrosing the oror around you
no need to learn powerfull fight ruteans, like jon woo
once during a battle, this kid started cryin'
i said i'm gonna hit his daddy's head with an iron
his dad's name was ryan, dien', from a lump to his head
fuck's it matter what i said, that guys fuckin dead
i also battled a chick, she must of had a dick
cause her voice was deeper than that fuckin max payne prick
you gotta be quick with every lyric ya spit
thats the main rule in the battle rap game, NOW SIT
listen to me and pay attention, did i forget to mention
your dead, life supention, killed by my evil henchmen

3rd Verse - 20 Bars...
i cant believe you've listened this far in the track
well you like rap, by the way is you, white or black
it dont matter, just give me some fuckin' feedback
or watch ya guts scatter, lawnermoer attack (rrhhhhhmmmmmm)
have you shoultin' "no more" on the floor all sore, and crawling
yo have you heard that BMUSE track, for the fallen?
it's fuckin great so am I, watch out ya gonna die
attatch ya to a hot air baloon, bye, watch ya fly
60 thousand feet into the damn sky
the airs gonna thin, and crush ya inside
that will be great viewin, watch ya explode
while ya stomach guts are spewin', blood overload
ya neck baulgin up, like a fuckin green toad
everyone set ya camcorders to record mode
get some good footage, of a skydive snuff-age
landin on ya doorstep is a blood and guts package
then ya open the door, and say "whats this"
not a birthday gift, but a box full of puke and piss
and a tree shaped bone, think of it as christmas
while i kick ya grandad and dislodge his hip disk

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