.......Now I'm pissed,
I just wrote a rhyme that cut you shorther than the braids of Ludacris,
But then the PDA froze like the jewlery on my wrist,
So let me see if I can recall the Beast to enjoy his feast,
If you want a battle then let it be.......
....But, how you go gas me when your tank's on E,
Do I want to battle??,
If you need to ask...then you must not know me, homie,
Or the flow that blows from within thee,
Yep, I'm the one and only...which means you a phony,
You better scream loud if you plan on da kid hearing ya,
I can end this here with my e-mail signature.....
"Holla, holla if you feeling me,
My destiny ain't complete till the clip's running on empty,
Yep, I be straight from the GMC,
Where enclosed coffins are alligned with my he/she enemies,
No lie,
I saw what they failed to see...and that's the m*therf*ckin "G" in me"
...Yep, the above is about as true as my breath can speak,
If I play...I play for keeps,
Not only will I take yo life...I'm strutting yo b*tch, Ashley,
Now that's down-right nasty,
She licked my nuts and called me "Daddy",
I was like.."what about your former significant?",
She then show'd the trees and broke'em over your death certificate,
Now ain't that about a b*tch, huh?,
Although "GMC" is where you can find bruh,
My click mulitplies the more you try to divide us,
So, think before you order,
I'm serving you this for just an appettizer....1.
im goin at you even though this just a friendly
you talkin about my tanks on empty?
dont tempt me
no corny punchline or metpahor can end me
i dont even know why u actin tough
i would freestyle you for real but i cant type fast enough
cuz my rhymes hit hard like blunts of purple haze
they hit so hard youll be hurt for days
comin at me is like goin through a maze
theres many different ways
you can get stabbed or hit with some strays
choose one
before you lose son
your crews done
you bit off more then you can chew and thats the truth son
im not a battle rapper im a MC in the purest so dont confuse 1.....
....You'd figure since these New Yorkers love to kick knowledge,
That BrooklynBalla would know to pay homage,
Listen kid,
Since you can't spit...maybe you can spit polish,
I run the country like I'm omish,
Pleeeeeze feel me,
You got problems when I'm coming off the top of the noggin,
Cause I'm groovin while you lose'n so fall back while I keep the thread movin...the lambo cruise'n...the China-white skootin,
My ice is 32 degrees...what a student,
Yo voice is muted and lines refuted,
I got a hunned grand right where I stand,
So if you want to blufff my hand,
Remember I'm "The King",
From Chile to Sudan I'm the m*therf*ckin man......
....Do you I EVEN have to explain that line?,
I guess we don't share the same mind,
But then again,
I "punk rock" cause my sh*t is too "Sublime",
So 305Balller,
I'll be yo guide to explain the Omish reside in the country side,
Get the rhyme?
Y'all both have wack rymes,it's the truth
you don't know me? My **** is bigger than babe ruth
I don't want to battle you two,I don't fight with our youth
your **** is more annoying than my sweet tooth
I already killed you two,it's over
if you want to beat me,you'll need to be lucky and get a 4 leaf clover
Don't hate on me cause I ride in a rover
be nice so the cops don't find you in dover
......Did this mofo just say he was a real gangsta?
N*gga stop joking...you such a pranksta,
Now what the f*ck is a REAL gangsta?,
How about the n*gga that'll shank ya to thank ya so he can return to the prison hanka,
Quote me again and watch me clothesline you like a hanger,
Even when I'm rapping accapella the hood know I'm a banger,
Raised from the seed by the OG "Cee P. Are",
N*gga taught me to keep the red flag around the mouth like CPR,
If you need us...we ain't far,
We spray the initials "B.$.C" to make our presence official,
While our vision is crystal,
We smash through blocks on the dribble,
When the enemy want's "time" to get "out"...we give'em a whistle,
*****t claiming my "G" is shook,
Cause he read the life I live from a book,
F*ck the name of the nina, bra,
My trigga finga got the stamina to handle ya...no matter if it's a Russian or German manufactura,
Damn clown,
Get in order like a calender,
Feel the hype or live according to my "Facts of Life",
Which means you will die tonight.....1.
Check it,your flow is weak and lame
I just wrecked your ish career,it's me to blame
i'm putting a beating on you,it ain't a game
your rymes are ****,you're putting shame to your name
Didn't I tell you that I was done?
It's not fair if I finish you so quick,it ruins the fun
while you're out of business,you can chill with your crew
you can shout next because i'm done with you
......Did this mofo just say he was a real gangsta?
N*gga stop joking...you such a pranksta,
Now what the f*ck is a REAL gangsta?,
How about the n*gga that'll shank ya to thank ya so he can return to the prison hanka,
Quote me again and watch me clothesline you like a hanger,
Even when I'm rapping accapella the hood know I'm a banger,
Raised from the seed by the OG "Cee P. Are",
N*gga taught me to keep the red flag around the mouth like CPR,
If you need us...we ain't far,
We spray the initials "B.$.C" to make our presence official,
While our vision is crystal,
We smash through blocks on the dribble,
When the enemy want's "time" to get "out"...we give'em a whistle,
*****t claiming my "G" is shook,
Cause he read the life I live from a book,
F*ck the name of the nina, bra,
My trigga finga got the stamina to handle ya...no matter if it's a Russian or German manufactura,
Damn clown,
Get in order like a calender,
Feel the hype or live according to my "Facts of Life",
Which means you will die tonight.....1.
Can we all say......ETHER!!!!
