this was b-boys.com battle, but i got banned.. survival of the fittest audio tourney..... now at hiphoptechnicz.com
Lyrics
think battling me is smart? but scape ya dont know jack retard
you use viagra for ya steroids, cause ya just a dick tryin to act hard
you need to go ahead and prep up, fuck it.. ya need to pump the weights
battlin palms' like battlin a nuclear-plant.. makin a mess with u and dumpin ya waistes
what you think you a thug? kid dont rep-to-me, or u'll get in trouble
im gonna put ya fuckin life in jepordy and give you a daily double
dont mean to burst ya bubble.. but my ears pop when i hear scapes-sounds
and u might think ur a G.... but the only time u throwin ya hood up is when ya car breaks-down
son im gonna dump-pounds of hazardous compounds into ya buff-crown
and u thinkin ya ill, but when the audience dont laugh ya scape-goat is a tuff-crowd
u beatin me? thats like an eskimo speakin es-paniol
just a fuckin poor excuse, even ya name says so!
it dont matter ur white, cause as black as u act mang
u could be down wit the KKK and still couldnt hang
im gonna kidnap ya,and then confess to the 5-0
cause i thought if i used an excuse i could keep scape-goat
u must write for a circus, cause ya always gettin ya verse-clowned
our battle's a football game.. and guess what, your the first-down
u got the worst-sounds i've ever heard, i'll choke ya and watch ya squirm and squirm again
people like you shouldnt be allowed to participate or even vote in a tournement
its not that i dont like you, its ya audios and wack battles.. i hate-all-that
only time u ever wrote a hit was when u writ it on a base-ball-bat
your wack, or mad wack, why ya even take up the time?
cuz ya'd write with lipstick on ya forehead n still couldn't make up ya mind
now stop bitchin, ya just jealous cause u aint got this damn-force
see.. u can squall on the floor, have a fit, get pissed, cry, and slam doors
cuz i'll just break ya legs and say fuck everything ya stand for
im'a murder this slim-guy, kid.. ya nothin to me.. just a thin-mind
and if ya rhymes were roller blades... u still wouldnt have in-lines