Battle

Yo. I got the keys to this nigga's death chamber like a penitentiary.

This the newest eradication no niggas will see for centuries.

 

An onslaught of vocabulary, hit 'em up with my own dictionary.

You wouldn't be saved even by the most blessed ever missionary

 

Castrate and exterminate any "lyricist's" inheritance.

Blast the bubble off your head. I just fucking killed your arrogance.

 

You better go anonymous, cuz no light for the weakest oppposition.

Your account gone after the battle. Amir wonder why you missin'.

 

Domination. Fuck naw, this total termination.

Pesty ass cockroach lookin' nigga. Time for some extermination.

 

It's evident this bitch here ain't ready for my testaments.

He getting nauseated and sick. Get him some fucking medicine.

 

And this ass whooping's so bad they think I rigged the victory.

Bitterly ended the nigga here. Gone with mysteries.

 

Fuck references, get back to the real premises.

Way too vicious when i get it an spit. Kill any nemesis.

 

Whatever you call this progression, I call it a nap session.

I got combativeness that strategists can't even beat my aggression.

 

When I rap, I hit hard with major flow and intelligence.

You on the other hand is some shit that's so irrelevant.

 

And hold up, I don't quickly lighten up with hesitation.

Extort and whore out this loser. Turn him to my presentation.

 

And you swishin' on the dick. Mixin' in with cherry champagne.

Take in 5 at a time. Now you got ass and hand pain.

 

Besides, these disses are more than "burns". They incinerate.

6th-Degree to your ass, but I don't cremate.

 

Better realize bitch, you can't take H for Homicide.

More venomous and poisonous than fucking cyanide.

 

Wait hold up, here comes some shit that I prophesied:

You read the results of the battle and commit suicide.

 

Whatever the fuck you want, but this is my conclusion.

Rappad can thank me later, because I just killed a nuiscance.