Battle Barz##1

[Intro:]

**calls a homie**

yo pick up the god damn phone!

**nobody picks up**

**gets pissed off**

iight i see how it's gonna be, time to go bezerk on yo ass!

 

[VERSE 1:]

Ironically I'm an oddity spitting symbology,

lost in my own fear you can call that an odyssey,

refuse to live cautiously so me dying young is obvious G

Cuz the good die young n the rest suffer thru life in a state of regret

so fuck it ima dissect this game come thru shining like a gold chain

cock point and aim direct my set like hollow points in a tech

peeling brains until im the last one left you call stealing your lane

But to me it's a hostile takeover in a range rover with road rage

I hope you brought your roll cage cuz you about to get turned like an old page

There's one dwarf where's the other six, this dick is boa, made you mom constrict.

My dick is a mountain, and ya mom climbing the summit

Yo raps suck so much i get blow jobs from it

thats good my nigga but i gotta get some vengeance

im calling you out my nigga but this aint attendance

Yeah imma smart ass nigga, got that knowledge

ya mom blow me before i put it in like a nint

You might not get that shit, like pussy

fake niggai murder the game, yes i stay killing

imm a muhfuckin oreo ya mom licking my cream filling

after this imma bury yo fucking corpse

nigga if you were a star you would be blown into gas after this beating

i shoved down your ass.

 

[Small verse ] [ VERSE 2:]

nigga you a waste of gods paper, too bad that nigga don't got an eraser

nigga im not drake, but im always on my worst behavior. nigga you getting

served and guess who the fuck is waiter. and you can say i got suck some

buck rachet teeth like fucking Mater but i eat ya momas pussy like

a muthafuckin now & later. Hope you bought your paper, i know

why you trying to battle me? you high as fuck inhaling stevan's vapors.

my shit fire enough to melt the ice cream thats on gucci's face

a real nigga dont brag about how he's real as long as he knows it

 

[Very Small Verse] [ VERSE 3:]

You think you can rhyme but bitch when you try its a crime to not me but the whole scene

Nobody appreciates the tone you set

it makes me slit while trying to pit my views on you

You cant get no screw, bitches look at you and cringe cause bitch you infringe on my style.

My style so wild it gets everyone riled whilst keeping us redefined and fresh.

Man your face looks like shit when you

inflict your panorama of shit into the miserable mic you spit.

 

 

Outro:

Yo little bitch, if you can't bring the real shit

ain't no reason to keep fuckin around with me.

Actin' like you could rap better than 50, you're a joke.

Fuck outta here before i really start to make yo ass choke!