For Battle 2/11/14

Every time i battle I bring new fire,

every guy that replies uses old verses like reruns of moonshiners.

Yes, i'm white, let me correct your wrongful thinking; I DO TAKE FLIGHT.

Wonder why I lose when my rhymes are so tight?

Guess losin to a kid would wreck your rep oh quite a sight,

To your level imma mouse with no might?

Re-calibrate your sight, re-measure my height,

Pumpin iron and my fist will wreck your bite,

Bark bark bitch, thats all you do when your filled with fright,

slightly wooze your stomach now your drinkin pepto and sprite.

It's my right to write bulb over my head burnin so bright,

i'll give you a fair chance to walk to the light, cause we bout to fight.

I got dissed about my mustache, OOOH what a comeback.

Nobody told you your father was the Hunchback,

waddle waddle, and your mom was a muskrat.

I guess you think your big with plastic spinnin hubcaps,

even masters get splinters so I turn the game to a bloodbath,

call me justifiable when I wreck these scumbags.

Used to burn mad kush now I cutback,

lungs spreadin so I breathe to wreck your body like it's a punchbag,

tore your sister's pussy now she forever on the rag.

Sent her out on gurney sayin she wanna stick by me as I continue my journey,

had the bitch floodin so bad she rose the shore in Jersey,

I sit back relaxed/ like "I ain't got no worries."