Battle this bizznitches.. try to keep up.

[02_Si]

Originally posted by silver
so i win?

Win??? Let me break it to you like this:

First off hand, how old are you, man?
You writing your lyrics with paper and crayon?
If you think your words stop me, you must be jokin'.
I guess it's the words that you're all up on chokin'.
You try to amuse me with big words you used?
trying to make up for times when you were abused?
You talk a lot about gays by what you say and you do
but I think in this forum the only gay here is you.
But it's not your fault, man, your daddy gave you the case
When he was beating you one night, he comed in your face.
And you licked it all up, along with his butt
and in walked your mother screamin "I am a slut!"
So you bent her ass over like a ****ing Land Rover
And hit her ass from the back while tuggin her shoulder.
I gotta tell you I'm worried, that you might go insane
with all the damaging memories and emotional pain.
But if you need a hug, then just pull out your slug
give the trigger a squeeze and lay down on the rug.
I'm not worried the slightest about the things that you do
just take a look at my picture then take a good look at you.
You're like a pipsqueek midget with one big toe
By the way, I ****ed your mother just so you know.
Does that mean I'm your daddy, but it's all the same
If you were my kid I'd also put you through pain.
Enough with this rappin, with your fake 9 you're packin'
I'm like Schwarzenegger on steroids and anibol stackin'.
And what's up with this "spittin" that you claim in your rhyme
the only spitting you get is in your butt from behind.
So just open the door and let your daddy come in
and get ****ed in your ass while wearin' a grin.
Let's bring this to a close, got no time for you ho's.
If you wanna talk shit then get punched in your nose.
I'd put you in your place, stomp all over your face
wipe you off of this earth with no evidence trace.
How much do you weigh, like a buck thirty two?
I can bench press more than two times of you.
I'd toss you over the ring and all over the street,
cut off your tongue your hands and your feet.
Leave you wigglin' around to squirm on the ground
then come back with a wrench for one final round.
All of your rhymes sound the same, some even like fart
But I'm like a lyrical symphony, just call me Mozart.
I'm tired of this game, your rhymes cause you shame
But I guess it's your parents that someone should blame.