Originally Posted by King Solo

Rep The Establishment, We’ve Established U Can’t Hide Ure Fear Of Solo…
Hard Cuz U In A Crew!?!?!
Got In Cuz U Tight Wit Red Bull..I Heard U Like To Ride His Rear U Homo…
Red’s Right Hand Man..Years Of Jerkin Others Off Finally Paid Off For Kesse…
Step To Solo..U Crazy!?!?!
It’s Like Feedin 40 Laxatives To A Guy Wit Diarrhoea..Shit’s Gone Get Messy…
Call Me God..Snatchin Names For Verses..I Lay-Text To Kill This Fuckin Fake-Vet…
Check it, On Solo You Wanna Place Bets..Cuz Backin Kesse U’ll Just Pay Debts…
No Feedin..My (H)its (2) (O)riginal..U Can Drink Lines Now This Dick’s-Pissed…
Solo Kills U Like Openin Bottles..Pop Ure Top Off With Just A Quick-Twist…
Words Hit Like Hammers On Nails..Plant You Each Time I Drop A Line-On-U…
Accept This Battle!!..Leave Kesse Dead Just Like Tha Lyrikal Saigonz-Crew…
Put U On Display..People Gather Round..Come See The Wack-On-View…
Had Sumthin To Tell Ya !?
Now I Don’t Got To, U Already Know Ya Country Turned Its Back-On-U…

Originally Posted by King Solo

Beggin To Be In LS..Ya Ass Is Actin Like A Hoe The Way U On Ya Knees…
Even Ya So-Called Illness Is Basic..Don’t Wanna Catch That Generic Disease…
Can’t Spit Hard Shit..Ya Lines Packin Nuthin But Fluff Like Bathroom Towels…
Dawg Face It Ya Rhymes Stink..Even You Said Every Vowel You Spit Is Foul…
Drop A Filler Line To Help..I Know U One Of Those Who Don’t Believe-In-Us…
But I Ain’t Gotta Be Smart To Win..Notice He’s Only Optimistically A Genius…
I Just Got Personal On Ya..Now I’m A Switch Style Like Rocky In Number 3…
Dude Loves Nature..Named “Woodpecker Dick” The Way U Humpin Trees…
I’m Gonna Put Colour To This Line To Compensate For Your Fuckin Dull Spit…
Think You Gone Win Battles Wit Multies..Thats Just More Times The Bull Shit…
To Finish You Off I’m Gonna Give Ya Hope..Check It I’ll Spit A Basic Rhyme…
Step Up, We Tossin Clocks In Bins..Cuz Battlin You Is Just Me Wastin Time…

Originally Posted by King Solo

I Built Up My Wack Immunity..That’s Why Ure Lines Got No Effect…
No Stallin I’ll Get To Da Point..Why Battle U Aint Getting No Respect…
Never Say Anything Worthwhile..Ain’t Gonna Be A Link-In This Park…
Deliver Shots To Cut Ya..Solo Smellin Blood Like Great White Sharks…
Bitch Even Failed At Suckin..Put To Tha Gutter Like Poor-Paid-Hoes…
This An RV Battle..And Yet U Singin & Dancin Like Broadway-Shows…
Solo Self-Glorifies..I Got Lyrics Flowin Like Blood From A Broken Nose…
Feelin Like Ludacris..Keep Facin Too Many Rookies, Not Enough Pros…
PM’ed Me For 16 Lines..Must Have Ya Solo Pre-Writ Script Done…
But U Ain’t Getting A Win..Just Like Sex Never Comes For A Nun…
Effect Mistaken For Havin Fleas..U Constantly Scratchin Like DJ’s…
This Ho The Lyrical Dick Sucker..PM’s Vets And Starts Offerin BJ’s…
Dawg U Lose..U Can’t Take This HeavyWeight Like Fat Bitches Legs…
I Crack Shit And Then Splatter Shit..Beatin U Easy Like Breakin Eggs…
Like The Bombin Of Pearl Harbour..This Battle Will Live In Infamy…
Effect Brought His Pre-Writ..And Still FailedTo Bring A Diss-To-Me…