some battle

At the end of every war I'm often standing up tall.

You often sitting on dick or getting fucked in a stall.

I ran before I crawled, a bad ass like Stephen Segal.

Your mom gave me a low blow like a knee in the balls.

I munch and I gnaw, southpaw, a punch in the face.

Give you a taste, blood spilled all over the place.

Harder than Mace, MC's get grilled on the fireplace.

You in a dire state, call life alert, he can't pick up his face.

Reppin the east, one more word and I'll bust in your teeth.

A beast unleashed, fuck with me then your whole crew's deceased.

A tasty feast, is what you'll become after this last battle.

Up shits creek without a paddle, toilet paper wont to save you now.

Uh, I'm hotter than the devil, wearing a wool sweater.

Fucking the Red Hot Chili Peppers, with a condom made out of leather.

In the depths of Hell with Louisiana hot sauce as the lubrication.

There is no limitation to what I can spit, my rhymes are infinite.

Yeah bitch welcome to Swaggsville, the flow is ill.

Not the floor bitch, are you dumb?

Pick up my fucking pills.

My lips are sealed.

My clips are filled.

Ready to perform a drive by.

No high fives, handshakes, nods or "Hi Guys".

Get ready to die, die.

Say bye, bye.

Bout to sky dive into your sister's crib with blond bib an ak47 with an extended clip.

And Gib her body up, turn that angel white into gore red.