got skillz for the summer round 2
Lyrics
man I stomp plenty of u bitches…
step ya game up u aint seein me with 20/20 vision….
20 grands dope….u stumped me witta riddle…
u go from wack 2 garbage leave the monkey in the middle…
yous ea downright shitty man…
nigga my toilet is silver….so mike morris is shittin on 20 grand…
I even did a song with 20’s band…
In his garage….and we performed for all 5 of 20’s fans…
U can’t even flow on beat u got rush hour rhythm…
And 20 u not sick…its just munchower syndrome…
20 grand u should guard ya self….
And u beat black dragon in a battle….wow….applaud ya self….
Ya rhymes is so lackin the flavor…
You’ll spit a line…and the ad lib’ll be out 2 lines later….
You ya family and ya crew I hate em…
I head about u bitin jea youse a 2 time gator….
Money u can’t rap for shit….
It don’t make u no better when a muhfucka “rap’s like thisâ€
U could think of a punch to rap
But it’ll prolly be…some shit u heard on smack dvd…
It aint hard to notice you trash…
U da only nigga dum enuff to bite the source quotable ass!
Aint no fightin in a round 2 witta vet…
And with flow u can’t hang….like balls not in puberty yet…
20 grand stop it…
I heard the girlz u fuck could prolly fit a head in the hole like an ostrch…
I can hear it in ya speech u bitch…
U was the cat that joked in grade school cuz ya feet was big…
C’’mon 20 try and take me on dude…
And im a release the personals that ya man gave me on you…
U should be stuck in abortion
Like sex with a bitch I don’t care about u aint fuckin important
Im a melt this jerk….
The only time u recite punches is when u sayin someone else’s verse…
Ya rhyme scheme is hardly a pain…
Fuck ya rep…im a drop ya name….u can call me the game..
20 u not a hot artist….
And don’t get it twisted I aint callin u wack…..im callin u hot garbage…
Hope u havin fun bein my daughter…
And 20 grand fits u that way u aint seein the quarters….