battle

wanted to battle aight i'll open up the can of whipa** on ya meet the hustle,

hustle you suck the oxygen out of your body till your face

turn blue the last beat i made the whole crew blew their brains out to

this is is my second rap battle that means i will have won two

put a ton of ammunition on you sit you on that pedestal in the awkward position that

my lyrical precision will precisely point out all your defaults when you rap you stutter

and fault its not my fault that im just a lyrical genius hit you like a asteroid coming all

the way from venus at a million miles an hour in matter of fact how about a meteor

shower that will completely destroy you but empower me its quite daunting to

know that somebody like me has all this power eat wanna be m-cs like breakfast

and i'm running late so i gotta devour you and your homies i will save for lunch and

dinner mama knew from the day of birth i would be a winner so dont mess with

THE GODFATHER OF RAP gotta backpack full o rhymes n crack fight me i will crack

your cranium neighborhood screamin like a stadium never set the volume at medium

heaters we be heaten em my dogs never be bleedin they do what i tell em or they wont

be eatin get inside they be shootin again like 50 cent many men wish death on me