battle vere for rags 2 riches tourny
Lyrics
you better no show with no hope, open ya throat using ya vocal cords for a jump rope/
my skill above yours, my actions include using axes and crackin you faggots wit blunt force/
you dumb whore, told you not to rush me, you dont fit like chris farly on a bus seat/
you lucky, my text in ya mouth bombing gums, super soakers are the only time your heard tommys guns/
now tell me im wrong, i melt ya guns to liquid steele, you dont got the beef to come and fit this meal/
you leave the tourny with ya head in ya hands, ill knock this kid in the dirt instead of the sand/
you bet imma man, he still just a kid, prolly never hit purberty or even fucked a chick/
only thing he prolly ever done was suck a dick, now he think he can cum and try to fuckin spit/
theres no uppin it, claims he the illest human specimin, not knoing theres a iller one next to him/
better get the facts straight, im fast paced, you dress like ru-paul on a bad day/
you gonna go away with a easy number, you winning this is like throwing gang signs at stevie wonder/
if they did what they done in the past, tommy thought they were talkin beer when they brung in the draft/
you will never survive from this attack, his only hood was when his dad was runnin the sack/
makin fun of this fag, it easy to do, only time his punches stuck is when they were clinging to glue/
net hustler just slingin the clues, do a track wit ray charals got you singin the blues/
im bringin a duece, just for safty, this kids never seen a slug, just seen a casing/
im playing, he prolly saw a fight, he saw the one that almost cost his life/
i got jaws of might, your winning streak is smaller then paws of mice with loss of sight/
if god said that a battle was a sin, then i would be the devil rattlin his chin/
babblin ya skin, melt in the process, tommy attends party known as cock fest/
wackness bulds like lego's and buildin blocks, you comn short like adults who wear children socks/