It's June 15, 2024, 03:07:45 PM
So U want to battle me...hahahahahaaaaa ...U know U done fucked up, right? U must of lost your witts, tryin to challenge the 6/I'll cross U up in the mix & make ya crew jump shipknock the chip off ya shoulder--walk in ya face & spit/I-Bo go back into retirement cuz U need quitU're startin shit U can't handle with a lyrical vandal/I'll burn U & ya wick-wack crew like trick candelsGet ya weapons & ya ammo cuz it's time for war/use ya body to mop the floor--I put in work like choresrhymes begin sweatin out my pores when I get hot/& like heat seekin missiles my words'll blow up ya spotDawg, I'll smoke U like pot--roll U up in a blunt/& put the flame to ya ass & hit U hard from the frontU don't really want no funk with the master of the flex/the KING of the text who shoots game like a TekU'll get wrecked like a car by a hit-&-run suspect/U're supposed to have skillz, but I haven't seen none yetWhat the heck or what the hell--it's all the same.../with a style so lame U should be a shame of ya name"Hi hoe"--that's what I say when emcees act gay/I-Bo'll get that ass bashed if he strolls this waySo what U say--still wanna feel the spray from my AK/I'm puttin my foot down, kickin game like PaylayU'll get mobbed like a melay & beat like a baybay/when I give it to ya ass like cash on a payday ...& I'm just gettin started
I'll drop my shit when I'm ready
No it means I have a life, but I'll rip U at will. Just how I did when U tried to challenge me.I dropped "I'm the Reason (why I-bo needs to retire)", & U didn't reply to that.& U expect me to respect the lil wack assumptions U make?U're a joke to me, fool!I guess U think I should have some respect for ya pathetic ass cuz U hold so called "titles" on here, but I could give a fuck. I'm an emcee.& I don't need to pre-write. My style flows freely