hiphop
rap
song
battle
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thirdself
seventhird
seventhrid
Lyrics
This aint a place ninth should be, guy should flee
or get his spine bent backward 89 degrees
or bring 80 ninth degrees, and try to breach
my outer perimeter, then find ya teeth
you plenty deficient, but I don't think your sick
ya just a dip sh** who's spits his frees wishin it
my double entandra's follow nines scripts like hollow tips
bottles flip with vodka on fire inside n' rock ya sh**
non-descript your own name's a known opposite
to the sloppiness u drop, you should so copy-this
oh (hawk sound) and spit- (I)- can rip
this tissue (a-part) and piss on his (heart) and lips
named mc firetruck cuz ninth degree's style sucks
I'll line em' up beside himself and beat 5 of em
cuz one name is just a predilection for another
either ya gettin incinerated ran over or smothered
the facts is ya cover up tracks ya reps in the gutter
Im just lettin you mutter crap till u ask for ya mother
take out the torch do some modifications
but you aint gonna be no corvette, way ya body be shakin
gotta be thinkin to yaself, why they got me with satan?
why not konflictz? why the mods-want-me-wasted?
ya not godly face it ghandi- golly ya basic
I'm not nostras left nut- so stop tryin to taste-it
This child could have taken the time and wrote some hot- sh**
instead he's online focussed on britney's shoulders topless
hoe your so hopeless, Ima smoke you like voke did
no front necessary, we both know he's is votin'
so backup, stand behind ya facts or pack-some
actual impact cuz statwise ya raps are wack-son
half of ya tracks get laughed at after they get heard
cuz the gaps inbetween gasps can't mask the sh** s yours
I'll break ya mandible with my hand and pass it through u
beat you with a micstand and glue an asswhoopin to you
ya whole styles a joke, you got red fox to prove it
old school nuthin, u just go to school... stupid.