Atrain vs. Mandibles for bboy.org Audio Tournament.

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i dismantle these mandibles, like im a dentist
he reps constipation startin shits he cant finish
down the crapper, flush ya flows, ya lyrics is trash ya
flappin ya lips all day bi*** like whores in las vegas
yo im a master with the pad you write bad
like 1st graders, one shot he's holdin up that white flag
this'll hurt later, you'd think this bi*** in labor
how much he screamin when i leave his face a big crater
im swingin asteroids, my hits smash ya dreams
his audio more filler, than what they serve at krispy kreme
so imma eat you, to me, ya just a treat
weak pipsqueek considers whippin bizzy a feat
he dont rip he an insecure bi*** that hits softly
he needs to keep a dick in his lips to spit cocky
he aint confident his wordplay's just incompetent
only way he's sensin a beat, is when im stompin him,
say goodnight, freddy krueger violence i'm a scary dream
on stage this fairy freezes, he just a dairy queen
listen, im the ace, like donald i got the trump
cards to bump hard in ya ear cause ya slumped in my trunk
got ya body bag you f***ed, damn naughty fag
chokin my candy pop thinkin this is lolli-gags
picture this: you spar with me youll, hit the canvas
quicker than, da vinci paintin images on ridilin
my writs they damage like hunger famines in ethiopia
f*** applause you only get a hand if ya gropin ya self
nobody's feelin you, and you should know that
graffiti inspired, my flows leave ya toes tagged
i never slow fag, cant catch me witcha roller blades
ya fake ass bout as dope as smokin a bowl a sage
instead'a green, gave one punch ya bled a stream
ya couldnt speed up to me on amphetamine
aint got stage 'presents' cause i steal em with a grinch flow
you dont rock mics, couldnt spark it with some flint stones
ya cold 'n prehistoric, im hot as steamin pourage
you straight bi*** a lil red writin hood searchin the forest
but, you just a tree dog, ya just bark
you aint got the drive to win, ya skills is in park,
i got the right to bear arms, so they dont hibernate
ya spit couldnt be sick with the mandibles of a viper snake
black rider apocolypse, im ya worst night 'mare'
stop horsin around get on ya knees and say ya night prayer
stitchin his lips closed, im spittin verbal sutures
im a sick gynecologist, endin this pussy's future