Battle #2

to be honest, battles are kind of ridiculous,

cause now you only faced with some timberlands,

kicking in ya chin, and sending mad chills up the spine

of the bitch who can't stop screaming bout the swelling on ya eye.

now you quick to start leaving, once you bleeding all awry.

but that ain't about to happen, pulled out the mac an,

started peeling caps, the captain; of this motherfuckin rap shit.

cats get, pissed off, but can't compare to the lyrical Christoph