vs Milkman the MC AA8: Rnd.2 @ RF.com

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This is round 2…congratulations, you made it
With the wack metaphores and punchlines you stated
Imma breeze to round two…don’t think I’m overrated
It’s cuz nobody tastes no Milk that’s outdated
…It was mistake to have ya born
I heard you masturbate to animal porn
I heard you suck cow tits…just so that you live up to ya name
And who’s to blame? Not my fault you messed up in da brain
You ain’t got a fanbase…understand
Everyone lactose and tolerant…they don’t want no Milk Man…(Milkman)
You f*** soundin kid…u goin down for the count
I’ll leave ya ass hangin off the wall like trophy mounts
I’ll whip ya scrawny body off this damn flow (floor) that I built
And leave ya thea…ain’t nothing wrong wit a lil spilled milk
You dealin wit Ixo…Just so you know
They should call you Powder, this Milk got no flow
You thinking that you a pro…you ain’t in the same boat
Ya stealin my “voice”…while you at it…take some “notes”
I’ll stomp on ya lil niggas, no need to get stilts
I’ll give your girl something white and I promise it’s not Milk
Tryin sound all tough, you soundin like a retard
Someone left the ice cream out…this milk’s not hard
Betta get ya net posse cuz I’m bustin ya bi***
My punch will leave Milk flat like underage tits
Time to put the kiddies in bed…you ready to sleep
You feelin froggy then leap…and get a gap in ya teeth
I hope you ready for this ass kickin I got in store
You should retire…nobody delivers milk no more
I promise if I see ya ass in the streets…I’ll stop ya
Pop ya…rob ya…fake rapper? I’ll knock ya
Betta stick to collectin tradin cards wigga
Tryna be gangsta and scared to pull a super scope trigga
And if ya manage to get ya hands up on a scope
Best you point to the boards…you good at aim’n for votes
Is you hopin that you blow? Sorry but you not next kid
Ain’t no rapper out popular…reppin some Dallas, Texas
Time to break it down to basics and toys
I’m a wild f***in bull, you a Dallas Cowboy
There ain’t a damn joy in whoopin an ass clown
Who’s soundin like the n*** that I just faced last round
The results will be the same…so quit
Get a new job ya faggot…you’ll make a good trick
You already on dick…it ain’t much more to it
Ask ya mom about it dawg…I trained that slut through it
You’ll never be on the top when I’m done (uh)
Treat ya like deodorant when I’m rollin ya under
I don’t know why you treat the net as ya hood
Cuz this the internet, milk does nobody good