[Battle Starter] Couldn't you tell?

P.D. on the mic, spittin' this shit sicker than a kid sick with syphillis

Stickin his lips on the shit tip end of a stick, breathin' it in

Venom in his system should've listened to Phenom to begin with

No antivenom bitch I wouldn't even give you a little bit

Let that shit start seepin in...

 

Couldn't free it from my grasps even if it were for the president!

'Fendin' my raps as if they were last seen stuck in the wind,

Hurricanes don't mean a thing, I am the fucking breeze in the rain

I'm freezin your reign of no-thing but a swing with a chain

Seen it before prewar like po-lice to a chase...

 

Call me Bowser you're in my dungeon pungent with the smell of other

Runts and cunts who were havin' fun, till' P.D. came along and fucked them up

Thinking they gone and done something awesome...

Signing their name at the bottom like really thinking they gone and done won it

Ha, what a fucking joke

 

I hope you grunts, choke on the smoke from your carcass wounds

'Cause i'm burnin this shit up like fire-light on the darkest moon

Tired might, take a nap now soon, you lack that too

Knowin' when to stop, know when your raps are through

Coo(l)? Else i'll have to bag you at, right about noon

 

So this the end bent and swept you lept but went and fell into hell

Now you're a tenant tendin' tendons never the less, oh well bitch, farewell

I'm an antipersonnel...

I kill bitches doesn't matter where they dwell

I'm a carousel of rhyme, the devil well, couldn't you tell?