battle 26 bars

my rhymes are as hard to decipher as a rubix cube,

you little bitch are nothing but a lunatic noob,

victory, is mine, i claimed it as, gingerly as you rhyme,

when bitches see my lyrics they become aphrodisiac,

so bitch you might as well get on your knees and gobble my ballsack,

\cu mahfucker im spitting while dissing, your ass is shitting while pissing, ick,

this game is a battlefield and you got nothin but infantry,

every lyric i got is armed with explosive artillery,

im gonna gun your ass out individually,

ill battle your ass consistently,

metaphorically speaking, your a gazelle and im a lion,

my bite is stronger than that electromagnetic pulse, fuck EMP,

wheres a critic, when you need someones damn opinion,

im write lyrics with a pen and paper,

your ass scribbles with a crayon and a draper,

your more of a fag than a british cigarette,

your ass is cardboard let me break you in half,

send you straight to hell, with satan so you can learn how to spell,

pack a punch, this weapon is more deadly than a shotgun from smith n wesson,

my rhymes are bottomless, they as fat as that damn hippopotamus,

excuse me for my dehumanization, im sorry if i brought you humiliation,

your rockin that megalomania, your fuckin with malaria, your dirtier than California,

your rhymes are so old theyr gathering more dust and cobwebs,

than trust and nonsense, now take these roofies, so you accept this defeat,

your not straight, nor bisexual, but extremely homosexual,

transporting my bars like im fuckin telekinetic, attracting votes like my bars are magnetic,

all your bars are damn pathetic, ill battle you and murder you without feeling sympathetic,

your body will be fuckin discombobulated,

im so high on the leaderboard my pupils are dilated,

your so slow police think your self medicating, my rhymes are fuckin educating,

originating, from my mind and liberating, felines,

bitch this is TwoOneEight,