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Hey, Lyricalterrorist;/

this is my first battle and I'm gonna make it my first win

don't be surprised when I make this bitch look like a fool/

stop drooling, looking at like fans while lebron balling out in over time

Shoot this punchline right before the buzzer goes off,

calling me a buzz beater, yeah people giving me props

 

you're up against a newbie, shouldn't you be slayin me?/ I'm on my knee sharpening thee knife that'll be used to crucify you/

Like when Jesus was hung on that wooden cross yo

 

After that Imma be sittin' back having bong rips, and it makes me think

 

"what ya been through"/ this white little white trash nigga be

with his parents and smackin em, getting mad about momma saying no to that piece of candy after supper,

then tellin you to go read the bible/

 

Lyrical doesn't Christianity think rap's a sin? go do your Terrorist shit,

blow yourself up at the bottom of the game pit/

 

I'm an Anti Christ look at me smite you from the underground/

 

in real life nigga's know not to fuck around/

everyone know I'm slicker than Soap with the trigger

 

don't tempt me cause I'm spippin on liquor

now I'm feeling like a trickster when I'm spittin bars

hittin it hard reverse flipppin, your rhymes quicker when im on twitter

Feelin like Hitler now, in World War 2 now,

wiping you out no doubt

while I'm kickin back with my feet up

Sippin on this Swiss wine

after I cut and gutted you with my Swiss knife

 

now I feel like a dragon soaring through the sky breathing fire, now you look like a pile of ashes, that I spit out whilst flowing through these air

currents down to your grave.

 

Best hope Jesus let's you past the gates when I'm done

You be fronting to him 'bout the shit you've been doing down here

"Your lies are expected and overdue, go back the the pits of hell where you came up from-" This was just for fun

don't take any of it up the ass your boy, AntiChris