Battle Lyrics Oct 14th

It’s Deezy, back on my king shit.

Big Bron, year 17, it’s time to eat bitch.

I’m nice with it, flow tight like a dyke hit it.

Bitch I spit nasty, have it smell like the mic shitted.

I’m d rose with them meg the stallion knees.

Pockets got obese now everybody’s fat shaming me

They hating but from my view I’m really who they aim to be

Bitch I’m so sick the doctor said I got hepatitis A to Z

I just spit raw rhymes I don’t need a major scheme.

Pop up with the mask like “BOO!” you said “AH!”

I said “HA! Look how I made ya scream.”

Now what’s your favorite scary movie bitch?

Mines the exorcist,

big dick in gray sweats making one bitch neck twist.

Another bitch bending over backwards,

crawling down the stairs and shit.

But now I got a choice to make, Do I fuck ya ex or sis?

Mean on this mic bitch Im far from average.

Bitch I’m a boss, you just try to manage.

Fuck with me wrong I’ll put a whole in ya heart.

Have that motherfucker blew (blue) out like Tony Stark.

Yeah you know I keep that iron man.

Why you even trying me?

I’ll be damned if I wear them stripes like Waldo.

So cops good luck finding me.

But if they get the drop I don’t duck from danger,

I’m toting bangers, head shot can’t control the anger

Red dot on the strap it’s lunchtime.

Wait red dot on the strap?

Leave it bloody like a dyke fucking a virgin for the first time.