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Fuck A Battle, Grab Ya Lyrical Ammo, Time For War

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AlerG:
quick dog grab me the extra clip
me and lyrics go together like my dick next to ya lip/
check ya shit, disrespect ya hit/
right upside ya nose bone, out the clone zone/
my ozone evolves around a stoned home/
developing a vicious voice with a crome tone/
i caught a bluff floatin in left field/
ya chest peeled, like my burnt white back, it's just skills/
take the rubber off raw fuckin hardcore/
realize you got more than what you bargained for/
try to touch the fuckin skills and get ya flesh ate/
the franchise, no lie, you die, look in my eyes straight/
massacre but i ain't seen no texas chainsaw/
arsenol comin for you is what your brain saw/
across the nation puttin bitches mouths to the curb/
fucked up like the spelling on that lasst word/
kickin proper hard vodka muthafucka who shot ya/
them 3 words start a beef and the 2 greatest get popped son/
can't it all be so simple as i flow to an instrumental/
switch the beat up i stop and pop potential/
mad skills drop skills for the clientelle/
sober now just imagine when i'm high as hell/
bustin rhymes like nuts out of a porno dick/
muthafuckas here this shit can't take no more of it/

where y'all at
bring ya skills
bring ya lyrical weapons
it's on now
hit em up

So Much Style:
i bring the sepreme cliente like like ghostface/
so dont hate/
i replace every trace of dna in the state/
of N.M/
ladies watchin him walk in full out denim/
who? the never faker narrator/
comes staiter than ron jeremy with a bunch of laker/
girls/
or whores/
i swore on tour i'd get that bitch on the floor/
liike a carpet/
come into my market/
you get disovled like a carcus/
and part this, your stamina reatches the farthest/
about 1 minute at best/
you can contest/i put u to rest/
your blessed and whited out like you were crest/
and i rip you like a seam/
the mean lyrical machine/
brake your sleen/
if your messin with me/
cause i come dope as a blunt/
i run over smuts lijke a truck/
and im just a amatuer/
pull up the calamiter/
i slamm it to  ya/
so as you hear the crowd shout like dan foutes/
yo yo yo yo im out!

Sikotic™:
You want a war/
This ain't no fender-bender/
I suggest you surrender/
I'll give you a reason why/
Cause not only will you die/
And in hell you'll fry/
But I'll make sure your children cry/
And no not cause they miss you/
Cause I'mma put so many holes in their bodies they gonna be see-through/
But unlike Hitler/
I'm not gonna kill a race of Jews/
I'mma blast away yo pregnant girl and let you watch it too/
And then when your in a paranoid state/
I'mma choose your death date/
You wanna know who I'm talking to/
I'm talking to AlerG and style if you ain't got no clue/
AlerG, your name suits you perfectly/
But you only last a season, and it will end shortly/
Style, you should change your name to jackin style/
Cause thats what you do/
There ain't a ounce of originality in you/
I'm callin all you cocksuckas/
I'm here to make Raukus/
I'm like 2 lyricists in one and y'all can't fuck with us/

RAPQUAKE:
Im the front line soldier in a war between fakers/ one clown from some country town sayin they down wit the lakers//
makin shakers across the nation, all RAPERRS RE-ceivin amputation...//
to their TOUNGUEs, but i still remain,
cuz I rap until the burst of ma LUNGS, niggaz gettin slain,
and skaters gettin hit, faggots burn to death when they fuck with this shit,

I rip the best, and tear the MOST, burn the bitch niggaz who CLAIM but just CAINT FLOW//
insane rap skills just cant be measured, but i m dissed by weak cats sho cant STANd that i m better,
get off ma nuutz, and start juugglliingg, cuz when QUAKES IN DA HOUSE THA HEAAT KEEPS BUUUBLLIIINGG!!!!


hahahhahaa, yo i never post here, i was kinda bored rite now...PEACE OUUUTSSSIDDE!

I drop rhymes (Guest):
u want a war? have u wishn u never started
motha fucka ya wife an ya kids betta be guarded
god bless those that are dearly departed
cuz im takin each and all a yours
nigga imma slide the rug out from unda ya an have ya fall on swords
then take ya by the throat an hang ya by electrical cord
i dont play around in the battle rap arena
an never have ya seen a motha fucka meana
an imma do your girl like i do a blunt an steam her
now when i bump this in ya subs ya betta bounce
an when i smoke you a gram.. betta smoke me a ounce
an only the last motha fucka standn counts
like on sesame street ill school u real easy
an it aint my fault ya girl gave me some.. shes mad sleezy
she said "damn ya shits of the heezy"
fo sheezy
nigga get back
imma stay rappn on this shit till my fingaz turn blue an black
nigga fuck wit me ya know ya hearn clack clack
told u not to fuck wit my stack so now i gotta lay ya out on this battle back track
when i rhyme the shit i say is irreversible
ill slay ya ass like a knight callme percival
my shits mad versatile
an i know u tried that witchcarft but my lyrics is uncursable
now when i flow u know im the first to kill
these weak ass rhymes ya leavn.. way worse that ill
motha fuck sit back an just chill
while i show yall cats how these frestyln wars are won
actually fuck that motha fuckaz im done
4 -3   ONE

peace

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