You spit a late lie and expect me to reply? Damn son, you must be high.
Cause I didn't say one word of your quotes, and hell…I won't even need any votes.
A male stripper, what the f**k was that?
This is a rap battle not a make my fantasies come true chat.
Spittin' about my girl, then spittin' I'm gay…
Damn can your rhymes get any more cliche?
Learn to be original fool, or maybe this was your attempt at that.
But still, took you a really, ridiculously, lengthy long time to post that.
Better call buylyrics.com and get your money back, cause that s**t is wack!
It's so generic I can't even bear it.
Rhetorically, you ain't no Obama.
Lyrically, you ain't even Osama.
Realistically, you just livin' off drama,
To carry you to the next round
But it ain't no biggy to crush you to the ground,
Cause you can't even tell time; 24 hours in a day you dumbass clown.
Shit, I ain't say a word you say I say.
And my facebook? Yea check it, thanks for the free play.
I ain't ashamed of my lyrics, better than any of the s**t I ever heard you spit or say.
Your momma musta not raised you right, cause your still standin' here puttin' up a fight,
Even though you know that my flow and lyrics are like the Alaskan snow,
Each piece unique as it falls from the sky.
Let it rain on you, bring pain on you, until you die.
Suffocate and freeze as you cry in a lyrical shower of my power.
Fall to your knees and cower, look me in the eye.
I hold your future in my hand…next round or not?
Should I give you another shot? I think my lyrics speak for themselves,
Get your books off the shelves, sit down and learn to battle,
Hell, go back to step one and learn to follow the rules,
Didn't they teach that s**t in schools? Even in Kindergarten they teach creativity,
Don't worry though, your bulls**t raps are a proclivity.
Yea go look it up in the dictionary and while your at it, call buylyrics.com and get some more s**t overnighted.