Rip n rhymes
• Written by TwoOneEight
Okay um second battle and I'm gripping the handles,
Blowin holes in yo teeth destroying the enamel,
I've descended from battling this is my return,
I'll leave ya body blended up in a urn,
Burned ashes forgotten memories ,
Pictures of you with throat gashes,
I left scratches and rashes,
thrashes and bashes,
I bashed ya head in,
this battle isn't your gateway its a dead end,
I'm spittin fire that a burn ya to crisp,
Quit pickin yo lips we all know ya gotta lisp,
but do you realize your standing in the mist,
amidst of 218 the rapper who smokes n trips,
crashes lyrics in ya battles n ignites the matches,
I sit and watch as your engulfed in flames,
now enough with all these lames,
someone throw him in a lake,
Your looking crispy n dry quit like dandruff,
Your eating many lies your heads stuffed,
So lemme remove you from this time,
Squeeze ya like a Lemmon or a lime,
and now you realize your just part of my rhymes,
the punch to my line ima toss you out like a dime.
Feedback & Comments
About the Artist
TwoOneEight
Member since February 26 2014