OK 12 lines, house rules
I'm lookin for some dirt on this guy, maybe the last battle or two,
But not one single battle so I'm thinkin I shouldn't even hassle with you,
I'm a motherfucking robot, each line is perfectly placed like a full song from Voltron,
Can't decide which arm to pull on as I'm riping apart this fool's prawn,
Disctric 9, break open your ribs and spine, Send em in a box to this fools mom,
Stupid prawn across the fence, I drop this bitch, wat a tilted battlefield we duelin on,
So now I'm just laughin at the site of this Eminem wannabe,
More predictable than every synonym in front of me,
This venom isn't fun ya see, one bite from me you'll be a prawn in some scrap metal,
Just look to see this cats mellow, remove the heat and shoot the breeze, till everythin in his lap's jello,
Cause Capitolizing Every Word Makes You Look Like An Idiot, Padres? Like The Baseball Team?
No bitch it's the the priest over your body in the US Army after you tried to re-locate me
Good luck homie