It's May 05, 2024, 08:33:27 PM
While I battle, you strugglin to compete wiv my cleaverness I'm shreddin you up, but wivout a shred of evidence I'm tha explosive landmine in this battle competition Step on my ass, and watch me blast you to submission And I hide your corpse away wivout arousin no suspision Demolition is iminent when our rhymin meets collision
Against the weak, they get the skillz of feet, martal art with bootleg technque, about to bring lyrical heat/ Against me, you got to be better than Bruce Lee, you gotta hold the key, You have to have more creativity/ I got another battle, but I ain't preoccupied, you dissapear like cloudy shawdows, your little spark died/ What you accomplish, You want me to hurry, bullshit, Ain't nothing worst than a trick ass bitch, so here's the death kiss/ SCY invading with no authorization, M Dogg hating, still got the gay colors from raving, weak rhymes you gave 'em/
Fukk dem utha MCs / bitch, i'm out takin em Pumpin slugz up they assholez / without lubricatin em representin England like MC Fire My lyrical flame means I'll neva retire / steppin off Tha mic now / bitch, I need to respire
You knew that my rhyme beat your shit, If not why did you try to one up it/ From your rhymes I see somethings missing, your crime record, keep wishing/ So try and step kid and get shot down, In another world you still fucked now/