man u cant take heat ur played git ya worn stuff crunched,
we dont need'a battle, I'll knock u out wit the warm up punch
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man u cant take heat ur played git ya worn stuff crunched,
we dont need'a battle, I'll knock u out wit the warm up punch
talkin bout a punch im kickin chuck taylor....
got his name on my feet and im walkin on sailors....(the navy sucks)
ur styles froze, u couldnt reach me goin thru hell n beyond
the funny thing is..
..this kid might actually kill'em self ta hit the level I'm on
I have my rhymes built n fierce like poppy the sailor,
wit otha niggas rhymes i can't hold them together on the strings on my chuck taylors
weak.
man u cant hold ground^... try ur skill ya mostly slidin..
n dont explain the way u rap cuz ur last post describes it
The shit I spit, you mite not wanna face it
Cause in a battle, when I give you a L you gone *Take It*
call P the stick up kid, i'm rippin your raps diverse,
you scared white woman, thats right i got your purse
if my shit was so weak, why did you take time to repost back,
obviously i hit a nerve, you got a stiff neck, that goes down to your middle of your back,
Flame resistant, shot n missed him, a Rap military...enlist him
S'a fact bitch wack rap is the only thing you keep consistant.
How ya like my keystyle?
prestreamly, my flow is a 'danger artillery'
cuz once u get on 'top', im gonna start 'shootin'