battle fools

your a bitch so get your ass in my kitchen, fry me some damn chicken,

turn up your volume and listen, and watch as my rhymes thicken,

fuck the instrumentals, i rap with fundamentals, i earn my damn credentials,

my rhyme schemes are stronger than that fuckin electromagnetic pulse,

resurrecting myself from cardiopulmonary arrest,

your a little bitch, after this battle youll run to the police and snitch,

well guess what ill say to the police bich FUCK THE POLICE FUCK FUCK,

yeah, i battle, only way for you to reach my level is for you to climb tha ladder,

i smoke chronic, my rhymes erupt out my mouth like theyr fucking volcanic,

thall shall not kill... fuck that im fucking demonic, i rap fucking harmonic,

thall shall spit... fuck yeah bitch, you better try cuz if you lose to me youll be slittin ur wrist,

my rapping skills are so goddamn ill they take jesus's crucifix and invert that shit,

after you eat my rhymes youll need ABDOMINOCENTESIS,

when it come to emotions i remain Undemonstrativeness,

when i spot your ass playin on the swing set,

ill come up and sting your ass till you sprint home lightning fast, bastard,

i got girls on my D wearin dat gucci gucci, they let me fuck their cuchi cuchis,

spit on that pussy to get it wet then fuck it til she screams quit,

when i pull out i notice her pussy starts bleeding so i jerk my dick til i start ejaculating,

all over her face with my white reproducing seed, call that shit a cumshot,

fuck off mahfucka you cant battle 218 tha mahfuckin rappar,