Wanna Battle a Bitch?
• Written by Xeaclare
Xeaclare's Notes
4th rap I wrote. 1st battle rap I've ever written.
Copyright © 2015 FLAK Records LLC.
"You wanna fuckin battle?" isn't the question I'd be askin'
if I were you I'd pick a fuckin' easier target.
it's not a hobby but a profession, can't stop me from testin'
since 94' I fuckin' been runnin with the blackmarket
Let's see who's the realest bitch now, I'm a snake out of her cage,
with razor sharp fangs n' venomous jaws that crush skulls.
Last time I escaped, it was like a scene from shawshank redemption
It all starts with an injection
Time to let my lines disrupt, I'd be lying if I said sorry to interrupt.
Your rhymes are laughable as they're dropped, better check his pulse.
My intelligence makes this boring, next time please get a script
I'll fucking kill you with a bar, before you know it your insignificant
you ain't just unskilled, you're trapped in it now, pray you don't trip
Right in front of ya boys, not one of them fit to take me on mentally.
My pens dripping in blood, ya just drowning in ink, this is where it stops.
I think in the deep end, while I seep in, you proceed to sink,
I give you props to have the balls to try to grunt disses to this instinct.
The sickest rhymes on the planet, just got you beat by a bitch.
Let that soak in while I laugh n' go ahead n' bury you in a 366 in' ditch.
Scared bitches always writing nothing, we know you ain't nothing but bluffing
just to get a hard-on a about an 'A' grade on RapPad
I don't give a fuck about pay grades, you rap bad.
I'll illustrate in a few veruses how your ass was handed to you
Havin' to abbreviate my speech, cause I know you're stranded too
Key to destruction was willpower or just dopesickness, what's the difference?
never claimed to be the supreme, just harnessin' the deceit fuel.
I'd be on top if It weren't for the needle I carry, but I got patience,
I've been to Hawaii, LA, Chicago n' back, I ain't claimin' I'm a gangster.
I just know where to meet the right people, crime producin' my dime whole time,
But I know you sure as hell wouldn't leave your block n' you'd forsure be scared.
I'm a skinny ass white bitch, but I've been places you couldn't dream of my decline
Last time you got laid, you got laid slayed, leavin' you lyrically impaired.
I dont even need a mic to destroy what isn't there, I'll just spit random lines.
Now I'm finished showin' how I can take you, it's all been declared.
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Xeaclare
Member since January 23 2015