Roslanskeet Rap Battle #1

You can't rap with that in your mouth, for that I'm certain

So getcha self and ya bitch's asses outa my mom's suburban

I didn't mean to make cry dawg, don't want to be a burden

So I give ya 1 or 2, 18 or 19 shots of prized bourban

 

This next part is one I still don't understand

Couldn't tell you why she did it, I'm a fuckin pizza man

but you Had too many sips from the cheapest fucking can

Your chick look me in the eye and told me pass the ham

 

cause you Got to fucked on the liquor

your Girl told me to lick her

So we ditched your puck ass villa,

and I dicked your Chica on the hill! -- "Ariba!"

 

To take down this monster you better form a clan

so shove that Pitchfork up your ass, like your Lovers in Japan

My rhymes keep it kickin Just like Mo Si Ting

but who Knows I may be rappin next to Chan Kong-sang

That's all I'm saying