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Rap Battle #5
- Step back, do me a favour, get braver,
- I'm spitting a different flavour,
- our languages aint similar,
- you're a rookie versing a regular,
- this is the feud settler;
- lyrical wrestler.
- Tell me, 'cuz I take requests,
- what you want written on your grave, don't worry though
- after you're gone, we're all gonna get happy
- no one will mourn and get depressed,
- I'm the best,
- I know I'm causing you stress
- beating me is an impossible test
- but I'm refreshed;
- I'm selling tutorials on better dissing, it'd be wise to invest.
- Rap so bad, it's like you high on your own supply,
- I ask why;
- didn't the king of NY say not to,
- or are you just a stupid fuckin kind of guy?
- I heard yo bitch sucks good
- after I put you six feet under
- gonna bang her, 'cause I should,
- don't worry about it though,
- like I said, when you dead, it's all good.
- She aint got fake breasts,
- so damn, she represents,
- one question though, how did you pull a fine one
- when you live in a tent
- and even then can't afford rent
- wonder if your mind has went bent?
- Number 10, I'll burn down your drug den,
- number 9, I'll turn your blood into wine like Jesus,
- get vicious,
- be a martyr,
- get harder, smarter, darker, sharper.
- Number 8, let's get this one straight,
- I've got a mac 10 around every corner,
- and the bullets can't stand the wait,
- until I unload on you, chop you up,
- hide yo decomposing ass in a sushi crate.
- Number 7, this diss is more violent than 9/11,
- but unlike those victims,
- you're going far from heaven.
- Number 6, and for this, go ahead, call me sick
- but I wonder what you look like without your eyeballs,
- nail them to the walls,
- then see if you're so slick.
- Number 5, I'll skin you alive,
- open wide,
- your skin is now a food supply.
- Number 4, better not answer the door,
- I'll be there backed with my homes,
- watch your shot up body hit the floor.
- Number 3, watch your step around me,
- I don't play fair on the trigger,
- my bullets are bigger,
- quick to get a cap into your knee.
- Number 2, what's got into you,
- challenging the thug nigga I am,
- I'll make sure the last thing you hear is a glock's bam bam
- as for people who gave a shit
- there were few.
- And number one, don't get this wrong,
- but I'm gonna make this "dispute" scary and long,
- better not start up your car,
- watch out for the ignition bomb.
- Tempt me, see what else is up my sleeve,
- perhaps I'll pop out the mistletoe, stab your ass,
- right in front of yo kids, around Christmas Eve,
- think it's time you leave,
- a luxury coffin is all you gonna achieve,
- better believe
- that there's no mercy,
- before I'm done I'm gonna take you down,
- outta call me "Watson, Percy".
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