Battle this bizznitches.. try to keep up.

[Grip72]

now listen up to my boys juvenile and highlander
we’s really ridicously good looking, like zoolander
we mix it up like alphabit soup
open ya ears, we're the sickest group!
Throw me the rock, its my turn on stage
kicking your ass as i'm full of rage
when i talk about battling, i stay true to my line
i's be fresh and flowing like wine
you think you got something going on now do ya?
i rip it up and coming busting right thru ya
yous all talkin about notorious B-I-G
come on ya'll, he ain't no better than me
it's never hard for me to lay down a sentence
Special K spits it real, you feelin my presence
i'm packing energy like a bottle of gatorade
give it up silver, you'll never get laid
cuz i'm a whole 2L of rum and coke
throw down the mic before you choke
i pack a punch mighty like mouse
Special K is in da house!
Your rhymes are weak and lacking style
hurry up fool, we only got a little while
the clock keeps spinning, tick and a tock
your tongue is tied, just take a walk
my lips are flapping and throwing a trance
get outta here son, you don't stand a chance
the ladies are out bustin a move
feeling the vibe, and absorbing the groove
i got it going on like a bag of all dressed
you's just a kid, no hair on your chest!
your still in a crib holding your rattle
come on kid, you're too young to battle
your face is pimply and your voice still cracks
my words flow smooth just like train tracks
your road is bumpy and much less travelled
well my road is paved and rhymes are unravelled
you're stuttering, you drooling, you sound like daffy duck
its not your day kid, you just plain outta luck
you try to hide your sexuality, but we know it's a cover
go back in the closet with your ***gy little lover
you don't touch beer, no pussy or weed
you sound like a cool guy, party hardy indeed
no wonder you don't get no ass or no play
you sit around and play with yourself all day
one chance you get with a girl and you kiss her
she tries to find your dick but can't get past the blisters
you're jerkin and rubbin and giving a tug
when's the last time you even seen a chick's rug?
probably you'r momma's when she popped ya out
where's your daddy? what's that all about?
your momma was a slut and slept around alot
reekin like ass and startin to rot
she's got every disease written in the book
b*tches gyno won't even dare to look
enough with the momma jokes they are gettin lame
you're a loser and she's not the one to blame
it's your father, your daddy, the sperm donar
probably like you, could barely get a boner
your noodle is limp, just like ya biscuit
just shut the f*ck up, dont' even risk it
OUT