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

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AlerG:
you talk about witch craft, i drink a 6-pack/
switch back given whiplash to that bitch ass/
fuck a rapist i'm faceless and tasteless/
which means i'll fuck yo bitch when i'm wasted, you face this/
lyrical genius, my shit ain't one season and gone/
12 months a year i got you bleedin it's on/
this whole westcoast board aint sick wit it man/
couldn't cum on point wit a dick and ya hand/
fuck that, i bust back on rough tracks, struck cats/
off guard, no time to react, no time to cut slack/
never written, always thought up near the keyboard/
shit that got emcees willing to cut and bleed for/
shit that got ya bitch down on her knees for/
them posts ain't shit, i'm talkin bout the past 3 whores/
when i said lyrical ammo, i meant the ruggedness/
look at the posts, think 2 myself, yo what the fuck is this/
wack emcees, make me wanna slap emcees/
come back wit packt gats and fuckin cap emcees/
my shit stay bumpin in the stereo mode/
you ain't wit it then stay outta the area code/

where yall at

maxi-padz:
u say dis is lyrical war/
wat da fuck u waitin 4/
its maxi-paddy busten off a round/
east side melbourne puttin it down/
look up now its time to spot clown/
alerG da bigged actor off them all/
claimin he bucken shots but when steel flies he falls/
ay yo les bow down to da hoe/
sayen he a str8 up rapper/
cant even put shyt down on paper/
faggots ass niglet u a faker/
u like my mumz u a home maker/
but my mumz is dead n so iz u/
2 emty clips n i change da magazine/
rippen apart yo spleen/
nigga pull out yo rag ima rip it up/
pull out yo gunz ima fuck u up/
pull out yo dick ima cut it up/
nigga hoist yo flag sky high so i can shoot it up/
when it come to push n shove/
ima go get my gun n put on da black velvet glove/
ima say iz to name alerG u say yup/
den yo blood ends up in a cup/
yo braind on teh counter/
thats what u get for this encounter/
where starting to get into sum gangsta raps/
wit da assasin irish thug n maxi padz/

i aint on all ur level yet
so dun make me look stupid
fa realz
sup bdogg aint seen from u in hella long time
was crackin dowg?
im out peace
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AlerG:
rippin maxi-pad in the back of a taxi-cab/
slash his back, burn em given em ashy scabs/
spitten them wack flows, out cha asshole/
fuck a gun, but the lyrics i blast those/
blast these, ass beats, for you wack emcees/
tracin disease everytime you get back on ya knees/
suck my dick with a rubber on, pull it out be4 i bust/
spray AlerG in cum across your face, you can't fuck wit us/
double personality like d12/
found this muthafucka a bed next to the sea-shells/
fuck a casket this punk got his ass kicked/
screamin for mama as my boot kicked and made em back flip/
i rise like gas prices, ask who's nicest/
bet you hear AlerG, while you be half lifeless/
i'm comin out with a public blow/
like that issue on suge and pac in the rolling stone/
where you at, scared to rap in the back/
ever since i grabbed the mic and showed your ass where it's at/
my rhymes prime example you just a sample, a small portion/
perfect example of what should've been an abortion/
ask ya slut moms or ya bitch dad/
ain't nobody got shit like this AlerG hid has/
futureistic, hard to figure out to a dipshit/
hidin in his room tryin on his sisters lipstick/
stop it be4 i cock it and drop it hardest/
you can't fuck with the greatest lyrical artist/

ITW [the irish boy]:
hahahaha
maxi got a slut mom and a bitch dad?
dont think so u cocked back and you missed bad
u hit pad that means u hit me now i'll get mad
season in full flight? yeah right  take a bite
of the cake at your wake
maybe youll be forsaken
for the cocks in the ass that youve been taken
raking the garden for all the dead leaves
only the strong survive but not you
sorry no-one grieves
coz no-one needs
or even believes
the wack rhymes that you bring
have u anything real up your sleeves
try Askin Jeeves
i'll watch from from my perch
now go lil g its time to search

maxi-padz:
u try n battle me haha now theres sumthin funny/
but then u bring in my mumz n my dadz/
watch yo back caus here comes that nigga maxi-padz/
pow pow is da sound when wack emcees fall to the ground/
yea nig i agree fuck a battle/
ima hand u a rattle/
u aint shit but a baby/
ima worser version of a black slim shady/
now uve pissed of my boy itw/
better back up homie coz we aint luvin u/
we comin for u/
quick dog grab me another clip/
ay yo nigga what is dat shyt?
da only clip u touch is da safety clip to hold up ur diaper or what we call a nappy/
remember da name maxi paddy

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