ill run a train on his dame backwards, call it amtrak in reverse the way im bendin his chick
and her lesbian friend, but lets take a moment to give props for you attemptin to spit
ill nut on your girls face, i ment to just piss, im testin the new comer, now how objective is this
no matter how confused my inner rhymes and messages gets, im still gonna come out on top
call this shit blockbusters the way i drive up, slide the metal, grab the hit, and dump out the drop
after this you wont be able to face your eyes because you wont like the way it tastes when i
take the time to create a line that might leave an earthquake in the space of your mind
like yo the object of rap is too not suck at your craft, and not to get mad but fuck this pricks dad
his family tree can get the lumber jack treatment, plus its a fact that he just gettin past
the first phase of the TR onslaught, you been to other sites, well thats the reason there all soft
i take lyrics and read um, lines all long and drawn out, wreck the halls, then beat him with cough drops
so yeah my shits simple, plain, a little great, but with very little taste, and lots of filler for the space
but that really dosnt change, thaat really ima killer in the shade, waitin to commit my next O B J
cause im one lazy fuckin battle rapper, i dont take time to formulate rhymes because i hate lies
this is where the fakes die after rappin ill take five to dig up the grave and excavate my waste of time
I'll bring your ''superman'' shit to light since rap is your ''crypt tonight'',
You're just throwing words around like you used a whip to write..
Your scripts aint tight, hanging loosely on the line till it's ripped outta spite,
I'm giving you heads up slash being polite.. Even a blind kid wants your shit out of sight.
You're killing the concept of rhymes so you're basicly dead as a poet,
Consider your projects a waste of mind or suicide as we know it.
You're just disastrous to diss, the opposite of what a master is,
I don't need a punch to beat you, I'll just fucking slap you bitch.
I can't figure out if you're scared to attack or just committed to wack,
You practiced your skills to something that can't be considered as rap.
How can you be proud of that? I'm serious! Answer the question!
You're like cancer to being fresher, bald as shit and your dead before progression.
You're a dummy 'bout to get wrecked, since Buster aint fit to be trusted...
Ask Jamie if you got skills, In less than a sec the myth is busted.
You could bite your shit from hieroglyphs, you'd still get the same results;
No-one really cares about two thousand year old insults.
was my 1st win.
