You faggots suck at this shit, I'll stomp on you like a bunch of maggots. Stop, and stare? You little bitches beware, I'll be your worse nightmare, or In this case daymare! Bad boy think his verses are so hot? Haha, no they are not. I'm not done, I won't stop, Until I drop, I am a fucking lion, Throw me from the top of mt Zion, I will not sleep, Bury me deep, I'll come back and creep!!
Ima be honest with you son you just broke the cardinal rule You put rap in quotation marks like you think you're so cool But sir I'm afraid you need to head back to school Talkin down about the rhythmic word makes you look like a tool If we were goin head to head I'd surely win the duel Best not diss rappin unless you'd like to be a ghoul Dunk your head in the water at the deep end of the pool While you gaspin for breath youll wish you hadn't acted all a fool Rap ain't like rock- it's special like a jewel P.s. I meant that with love. Just trash talking, I don't mean it
I carry my city, for miles... You wouldn't make it up the hill These pills, make me feel like I'm walking a tight rope with stilts But, you know the deal Ya boy is in it for the thrill, to kill, whack rappers with no skill I'm on top, I see you tryna sneak up behind us, But my team rocks mics, til we in bed with laryngitis
Boy you're nuts that rap just drove me up the wall Not only would I climb the hill unlike you I wouldn't fall You're walkin round on stilts so you can pretend you're really tall But sweetie where it counts we've all heard you're awful small From now on ill call you Ace cuz you've only got one ball If I were you I'd hush it - I've got an ambulance on call
Is this trick tryin to battle me? Damn, that's just blasphemy I'm turn a Sunday morning service into a catastrophe Tactical lyrics with no strategy Go on a rampage start throwing haters off of balconies I'm losing all sanity, trust me, that's a tragedy I got a got a couple goons that would vouch for me Actually, ill turn this female into a casualty Happily, no fantasy pick up 9 iron knock your ass right out the galaxy
Traffic, traffic Looking for my chapstick Feeling kinda car sick There's a Ford Maverick That's a million dollar song right thurr!
How dare you call yourself a rapper You remind me of Betty white with pen and paper Guess were kicking this back old school Betty white you got you pen and paper ready Im about to rock your girl steady She called me up last night She told me you got in a fight A fight about your night light Is this true dog Cause you'll just be fading away in this damn fog By the way ur girl friend just got clogged By yours truly business bonka Going crazy might as well get some vodka Your rank just changed from rapper To Betty white on the crapper
Damn, well My turn! You think your verses are clever? Fuck Nah, they ain't ever gonna be, my verses are like curses, they are intense, unlike yours that don't even make sense! My spit is like fire, it'll burn your heart, as it tears you apart. Quit while your at it, and go work at wal-mart, or something, cause you are alway gonna be a nothing, that's how much you suck, you ain't even got no luck, this verse is over, so you better pray you find a four-leaf clover!!!
My verus will always be more clever then yours Why don't you listen to your mom an do your chores I should work at wallmart days the one who doesnt have a job Why don't you get off your ass and stop being a slob I don't need the luck of a 4 leaf clover Cause I know in my heart I will always be sober Unlike you I'm not and alcoholic I don't drink cause I'm depressed As a matter of fact I was never depressed Never in my life I got overstressed I know nothing about you truly But that means nothing cause I fly freely You can't fly you have bars of fear holding you down So you will never be able to fly up to the crown God dammit you can't even reach it Now stop dreaming of brad pit