Chutney just let me verbalize bluntly/
Your spitting ryhmes sprinked with funk-G/
while the rest of us sound all punk-ly/
Devistaing my mind when you bust-G/
You should be charging us a $$philos-e-fee$$/
Mad props coming from the bounce-digity/

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

I smell an skunk/
as i patroll these threads i stumble apun more chumps/
i know those arent my lyrics you think your biteing/
because my whole crew is like a nest of termites that like fighting/

Well since you didn't grasp the concept/
I'll just forgive and forget-n-boost up your rep/
Your the illest lyricist busting out on the net/
You shit is oh so complex leaving me with regrets/
You must win mucho bets, mowing fools down like vietnam vets/
so next time pay special attention and apply in your text's/

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

oh damn, it's the one and only, "bounce-digity"/
wherever he goes, he has everybody sayin, "he better then me"/
if i ever met this guy in real life... i would get his autograph/
but i'll watch my mouth when i ask cuz i know he's strapped/
so before i go, i just wanna leave u with these words/
ur skill is high above me, shit... ur flyin with the birds/

B.A.D. R.A.P. my arse, or strap it if you like...(joke)
your lyrics are ill, you kill every emcee in site...
steppin in front of B.A.D.R.A.P is like going in front of a moving train...
get in the way of his flows and you'll be sure to feel the pain...
no matter what his record says, your fuckin with a heavy weight on the mic...
he'll but fuck you so hard, you'll be screamin like a dike...
so fuck any rapper that tries to diss bout' my homey...
cos even if you do that just proves that your phoney...

damn fiori, don't wanna feel your furry//
cuz I know your quick to kill a berry, and ur ryhmes r so scary//
popping all these rappers like cherries//
scatering bones like a aztec cematary//
I'm bowing donw cuz your the shit, and I'm just a fairy...

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

wow man is amazin' the way you astound kids//
when i was a kid I was like "when I grow up I wanna be like Bounce is"//
cuz I'm a grimy ass nigga and my mouth is never clean//
this nigga bouncedog'z the greatest rapper I ever seen//

thanks for the props but I'm just a new kid on your block//
everyone running jocking for the phrophet in flocks//
dealing mad verses and sick rhymes like a new jack deals rocks//
dawg you shit is the tops and bounce is giving you all the props//
thanks you for putting me in my place, compared to you we are all a discrase//

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

Come on bounce, no need to be modest/
When you step to the mic we all know your the hottest/
Spittin rhymes so hard the crowd feels it in the chest/
While they tell their friends "yo this dude is the best"/
You're on top of this game, like climing mount everest/
Using wack emcees as you personal footrest./

Peace

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man i didnt know people could get so workd
your shit hit hard its like "TITANIC HAS HIT AN ICEBERG"//
but truly man you out rap any body in this joint
you so sick its like you have sars in ya joints//
but you that shit like a mad rappa on speed
he gets so hyped up, spits so fast n clean//
so get give me a call ill give u a deal
so on ya record you can have a "MAD RAPPA" SKEEEELLLZZZ//

Shit, was that spirit or the HOLY spirit?
The shit he spit transmitted a dope permit
Now I'm trippin after he split my mind like The Ring clip
With those skillz he'll wear money like equipped chedda dip

Redlok's...ya spiting like ya mouth is a glock//
Taking aim and bleeding everyone on the block//
Your the top, creamier than any... emcee crop//
Travel back'n time 2 rock'a spot//
Kicking like van dam in time cop//
Bounce is but a flop, while your shit seemlessly drops//
I have to give it up and credit your props//

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!

your shit elevates so much it could be filled with yeast
like otha cats try to spit it like you but it takes weaks//
are you eating some spinage popeye?
cuz got the "greeen tongue" its TIGHT!~~//(greentongue=greenthumb)
rapping on cloud nine u cloud fake cats mind
with real shit, goals and admirations that loop//
these fake cats could never morph-in2
oh shit rappaz delight had nothing on you//
cuz dawg you got 2 steps ahead of all da crews

Elevating my mind nothing but conciet it's plain to see my defeat//
By the hands of the paranormal, spirit the true rapping mogul//
Decimating my vocals, innialating the locals, N still picking moco's//
Damn if I had spit like-yours, me, nah thats just ab-surd//
No way I could hang with the spear-it, everyone know's I fear-it//
Listen can't-ya-hear-it, the crowdz chanting spear-it-sprear-it//
Mad props from the Bounce, but my true style I'll neva reveal-it//

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FUCKA BABYLON BANDIT!!!