RAP BATTLE TO CHOKE

HEY YO BITCH LISTEN!

how you can play fuckin games.

I like my girls skinny with brains.

It’s something that’s in your veins.

go home and fuck with your mother in bed.

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head.

I like to be a fuckin good mc of the day.

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway.

I clear with your fuckin head, your friends are dead.

Threw the sack to his ill' niggas working the set.

in the club I tell a story about the aids.

Now war missiles hand guns and grenades.

I will you see how you fail about your Xbox in gta.

Hundred on a zebra, venison with pita.

What the hell is that yet again with your fucking games

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your Shane's.

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes.

I'll tell you what to tell over a piece of history

Fuck how they feel, I keeps it realer than a documentary.

I’m coming for everything, I'm blowin’ my celery

That's why I rhyme like a poet from a prior century.

but what an asshole is that my tank

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a cool aid lack.

Pump, fake, jumps hot, ball hit the back.

I shoot ya mother's mouth.

A thug niggas in tha house.

there walks mickey mouse.

So she can party at chows.

your girlfriend like dicks nice and cozy.

Nikes or the j's (x3 line only)

Walk into my great place, Rosy.

I grab your microphone off and I put to you you fucking sing off.

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher Roth eating apple sauce.

Now it's your turn sucks mc!

Teach you how to rope a chick.