battle bars
• Written by Deezy
I crucify rappers, now we mourning in the tabernacle.
Fratricide gets mortified, I'll stab him in the adams apple.
Legendary status, Deezy back into this battle rappin.
R.I.P Fratricide, Deezy killed him, these things happen.
I'll lace fratricide's apple pie with kryptonite and cyanide and
47 different kinds of pesticides.
You next to die, rape and kill your sisters ,now you're horrified.
But you're that guy, "fratricide" , from what I see you'll be just fine.
I didn't wanna do this, but I had to show these fucking clowns, Deezy still is ruthless.
I got the vicious flow and style to leave you fucking toothless.
And you can catch all of these rounds from this fucking ruger.
And who are you to try and battle me?
The Big MC, who layed out Roslanskeet with the 1,2,3.
It's Dee-Zee-D, back at it again with the rhymes.
Damn! You got man handled, leave you bloodied and mangled.
And this right here is what happens when I lose control of my manners.