Rap Battle #12 (Huss)

I'll raise my arm over my right shoulder and smack you like a soldier

you're on a losing streak and yet out to battle me, bitch are you sober,

maybe this hoodie-wearing poser needs help from a four leaf clover.

Only luck he's getting is from his cinnamon sticks,

but be careful sweetheart, don't mix them up with dicks.

I'll move you the fuck out of the way just like a bulldozer, you're nothing but an imposer.

But enough of ad hominem, let's see what your raps have in them,

now I check it looks like you want to be Eminem.

I feel more threatened by Aquaman, you have no game plan,

if you're looking for people to volunteer to tear you apart, I'll raise my hand.

It's not hard, my 5 year old cousin could do it,

him spitting about kindergarten hits harder than your pile of shit.

You call that a battle worthy rap, I call that pathetic

when tears flood your eyes I'm laughing; not apologetic,

don't know what your style is, suppose you're schizophrenic

my rhymes hit the heart and kill slow like a pandemic.